Summer Getaway (18) — Baek Jiwoo 1
The two girls had been so exhausted that the moment they got home, they collapsed straight into sleep.
The two adults, on the other hand, were wide awake—wired with a strange mix of excitement and the thrill of doing something forbidden. One of them, in particular, was so tense that the alcohol had burned clean out of his system.
"Uwaaah..."
Whether it was the liquor, pure heat, or both, he had thoroughly tangled himself up. All he could do now was blame himself and scramble for excuses.
"R-right... just this once. I'll look the other way just this once... haah..."
Hanbyul dragged his hands down his face like he was washing it dry. Already changed into his sleep clothes, he sat on his own bed and kept forcing out slow, deep breaths.
He had meant to get it over with as fast as possible. But he was shaking worse than he had on his first night with his wife, Jiwoo—and that resolve of his was starting to crack.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Hgyak?!"
The knuckles on the door were soft, almost playful, but in the dead quiet of the hour they might as well have been thunder. The sound startled Hanbyul so hard he clutched at his chest.
The person who had done it was none other than—
"Hanbyul... were you waiting for Noona?"
—Jiwoo, standing there in a sheer pink negligee that left almost nothing to the imagination.
Her ripe, heavy body filled it out completely—those lush breasts, that broad, eye-catching pelvis. The moment she stepped inside she locked the door behind her, then started toward him, her milk-heavy chest swaying with every step.
"Didn't you hear me? I asked if you were waiting for Noona."
She dropped onto the bed beside her partner for the night and began stroking his thigh.
"Hnn...!"
Her long, pretty fingers were sticky-sweet, clinging as if they meant to fuse to his skin. At first she only caressed him. Then each finger started wandering on its own, skittering like a spider from place to place.
Every time she moved, his male body twitched and jumped—and Baek Jiwoo watched it happen, already wet and leaking.
"Hanbyul."
She breathed against his ear and let out a low, throaty little laugh. Heheh~♡
"I'm asking if you missed Noona... hmm?"
"..."
"Not going to answer? Noona's going to feel left out..."
This was nothing like the cool, dignified Noona he usually knew. She was all coaxing charm and aggressive heat, and Hanbyul didn't know what to do with any of it.
"If you won't say it, then I won't do anything either."
"Ah..."
The firmness in her voice must have hit some secret soft spot—he let out a sound of pure disappointment.
A half-beat late, Hanbyul finally understood. He jerked hard and looked at her—
"Khh~♡ Pervert."
Chuuuup... churrrp... churrrp...
—and she claimed the married man's stupidly parted lips for herself.
"Khhn... mmph... khhnn..."
He squirmed, but that lewd, dripping body of hers was already pulling him under. Heat started climbing through him whether he wanted it or not...
And then the full rush of heat hit, and struggling stopped mattering entirely.
Tongue tangled with tongue as their bodies folded together. Threads of spit stretched between their mouths, glistening, then spilled over his lips and down his chin in clear, sticky trails.
"Pwah~♡"
The married woman pulled back with a faintly dazed smile.
"You wanted me that badly? Pfft♡"
"..."
She watched him—lips working soundlessly, face flushed as if he were drunk—then asked,
"Noona's chest... how is it?"
She squeezed her breasts so the stiff brown nipples pressed clearly against the sheer fabric.
"Th-they're huge..."
The words slipped out of Hanbyul like he was under a spell.
"Hnn!"
Only then did he seem to hear himself. He clapped a hand over his mouth a second too late.
"Is that so? Oh my—looks like my strap slipped..."
Far too late.
She slid one shoulder strap down, and a married woman's lush breast spilled free—so full it looked ready to overflow her own hand.
"And now it's come all the way off...? Hoo♡"
Her fingers stroked the inside of his thigh. She rubbed her chest against his arm and breathed hot, restless air against his ear.
Between that thick, deliberate seduction and the pheromones rolling off a married woman's body, Hanbyul was twice as worked up as usual.
He planted his hands on his knees, squeezed his eyes and mouth shut, and tried to hold on somehow...
But she kept touching herself against him like a succubus in heat, that filthy sow stoking the fire until he was already at his limit from the very start.
"Haang..♡ Are you ignoring Noona?"
"Noona's throwing herself at you like this and you're not going to fuck her..?"
"Hnn... Noona's been so lonely..♡"
In the end Baek Jiwoo went so far as to suck on her own breast, putting on a thoroughly filthy show.
Chuup. Chuup.
"Hanbyul... you still don't want me...?"
She let one breast hang heavy and full while she pouted up at him. Faced with a body that seductive and a face that cute, what man on earth was supposed to hold out...
His cock was so hard it felt ready to burst. He tried to hide it—and only ended up putting his lust on full display.
"Noona... c-can I touch you..? I can't take it anymore..."
He had assumed, without even thinking, that of course she would say yes.
"No. You. May. Not."
She cut him down in a single stroke.
With a lewd little smile, Iseul's mother—Jiwoo—slid smoothly back out of reach.
"Noona..♡ Please..."
She kept playing the push-and-pull, clearly hungry to watch him beg.
"Don't wanna. If you were going to do it, you should've from the start. What are you even asking for now?"
She scolded him with a sulky look.
After that it was the same dance over and over—every time he closed in she pulled away, every time he tried to hold on she shoved him off—until...
"..."
"Uh, Hanbyul?"
All at once he went slack, like the strings of a marionette had been snipped, and stopped moving entirely.
Worried something was wrong, she leaned in toward him—
"Hwaaaaah!!!"
—and he flipped it, pinning Jiwoo down instead.
Hanbyul's lust, held back and held back, finally detonated. His groin was swollen twice as thick as usual as he shoved it against her and went straight for a married woman's breasts.
"Nooo... don't touch meee!"
The sudden change in him threw Jiwoo off—but her face was smiling.
Every woman has that fantasy at least once: being the one taken, flipped, overpowered by a man...
Yes~♡ Even better♡
She wrapped herself in that swelling hope and excitement and let Hanbyul "force" her.
"Hyaah♡"
He yanked the negligee down to her waist in one motion. Her breasts bounced free, heavy and full, and before they even had time to settle he caught both stiff nipples between his fingers and pinched.
"Hyoook!!!"
Then he hauled them upward as if he meant to tear them clean off her chest.
"Gyaaaang♡ Don't pinch my nipplesee...♡"
Baek Jiwoo's tits were something else. They stretched long and heavy in his grip.
Even a mild-mannered man, looking at breasts like those, would feel the sadism rise unbidden—the urge to slap them, suck them, paint them filthy with cum.
The more he touched her the better it felt, and the more frantic he became. Still seated, Jiwoo watched him as Hanbyul rose to his feet.
His massive cock cast a shadow straight across the married woman's face.
Was it always this big...?
Bigger and meaner than any sausage she had ever taken at the Sow. She stared up at it in a daze, and her womb gave a hard little shudder.
"Haah..♡ Haah♡ Haah♡"
Hanbyul looked down, breathing hot and unsteady. Jiwoo looked up from below, licking her lips.
The thick smell of cock hit her so hard she couldn't wait another second—she lunged and stuffed it into her mouth.
One cheek bulged out in the exact shape of his glans, and still she bobbed her head this way and that, sucking him with shameless greed.
Chuup.. chuuup.. churrrp..
"Hnn..♡ Hnnh..♡ Hnnn..♡"
Whether it was the aftershock of heat or pure oversensitivity, the man could do nothing but twitch. That was all he had left in him.
He had looked ready to devour her—and now he couldn't move at all. She flashed him a filthy little smile with her eyes.
The more I suck, the more my womb aches... I want to suck more..♡ More..♡
She had gone hungry for so long. She sucked him with greedy, vulgar devotion, determined not to let anyone take Hanbyul's cock away from her.
Jjoooop. Jjoooooop...
The married woman gazed up at him with a face that looked half-melted, on the edge of sobbing. She wrapped her tongue around the head and hollowed her cheeks until it felt like his cock might get sucked clean out of his body—and he started to shake.
"Nnh... Jiwoo Noona, I'm—!!!"
Whether the stimulation was simply too much or his body was just that sensitive, the rising climax hit him like instinct. He grabbed her head and drove his cock straight down her throat.
"Ghhhk..!!! Ghk..♡ Ghk..♡"
In an instant her throat was packed full. When he bottomed out, her eyes flew wide; tears spilled from bloodshot whites.
"Mmph! Mmmph!!!"
She slapped at his thighs, begging him to pull out—but he was buried so deep and so tight that her back arched on its own, her heavy breasts swinging and dangling beneath her.
"G-aah...!!!"
Burrrrrt.. burrrrrt..
"Khhoooook!!!! Ghk!!! Khheg-ghk-ghk-ghk!!!!"
Cum forced its way back up her throat in thick reverse surges. Every time she tried to find an airway, she only ended up swallowing more of it.
"Ghhhhnn!!! Ghhhhnn!!!"
Jiwoo cranked her jaw wider like she was about to vomit and shoved her tongue out farther than it needed to go.
The cool ice queen was gone. In her place, a filthy sow was moaning around a cock.
Chuppoong..♡
After that long, endless climax, Hanbyul finally pulled his cock free of Jiwoo's mouth. It slid out of her throat with wet, squelching sounds.
"Hheeeeh..♡"
Her nostrils and mouth were glazed white with cum. Her eyes had gone soft and empty; only the barest glaze of her pupils showed through.
The heat still hadn't broken. Lust and excitement were still clawing at him, so he went right back for a married woman's mouth-pussy.
"Noona..♡"
He carefully cradled Jiwoo's face and brought his cock to her lips again.
"Ugh!!! Th-that's enouuugh..♡"
And just like that, a dark cloud settled over Baek Jiwoo's face.