Feeling Good
As I caressed her breasts, other curiosities began to bloom as well.
Starting from the ribs hidden beneath her chest and following the line of her side downward, I felt the touch of her slender waist.
Ordinary men did not have waists this cinched, so the sensation felt awkward.
Even the section that flared out sharply because of the pelvis below could fairly be called a mystery of the human body.
The flesh there was soft yet firm, feeling as though it belonged to an entirely different part of the body from the usual.
Every time I stroked the legs that traced such elegant curves, my hands shrank back of their own accord.
"Whoa, wait. What's with this pace?"
"Why? You were the one who said we should hurry."
"No, you're spreading them too fast…"
Song Haneul had been the one pestering to do it, yet this rapid progression seemed to fluster her; her eyes held a hint of hesitation.
I wondered why she was acting like this when she never even noticed the pace while she was the one leading.
Then again, the sensation of doing it yourself versus having someone else do it to you was bound to be different.
"We've got to go quick."
"It's not like we have to finish it off in a rush and leave."
"The rental time is fixed, you know?"
"We could just eat outside instead. We don't necessarily have to order food here."
Suddenly she was asking me to slow down, as if something had frightened her.
Who was the one who suggested we just order chicken here and leave, anyway?
"…You know that doesn't mean we can extend the rental time, right?"
I gripped Song Haneul's legs and stared straight at her.
With her head resting on the pillow, I could see her gaze wavering.
"I know."
"Then we're just doing it."
"Aigoo, Song Hamin, seriously."
When I spread her legs wide, a sigh followed.
I might have opened them too far; I thought I even heard a creaking sound.
That pop told me just how flexible her body was.
"You should exercise more usually."
"Do you have to say that at a time like this…? Ah. Wait…"
I slipped my hand between her thighs.
Gently soothing the area with my thumb drew a moan from her.
Because my hand had nestled right between her legs, her two thighs began to clamp tightly against my arm.
Unable to close, her legs had no choice but to take whatever came.
When my thumb grew moist, I pushed my index finger into the hole.
Even though the place had been dug into countless times before, right now even a single finger seemed burdensome; the resistance was no joke.
Unlike the moistened thumb, it was stiff and dry, making it hard to push in properly.
I caressed her with my other hand while working the finger back and forth.
Song Haneul covered her eyes with both arms and gave little twitches of her waist.
"Ah, ah."
Around the time the squelching sounds began, she found her voice again.
My index finger gained a little more room, so I added my middle and ring fingers, aiming as deep as I could.
I stirred inside, tapping and scraping the walls as if to rake them. Each time, Song Haneul's back and waist heaved, making the bed shudder.
Unlike before, I worked her until wet, slapping sounds rang out, and her expression began to melt.
Even with her face covered, I could see through the gaps. She was swallowing saliva yet still letting some dribble out to the side little by little.
"Hnn, ugh, don't… do it so… persistently…"
"What, everything out of your mouth is just 'don't do this.'"
"I came, ugh, hic. Really. Nngh…"
Because she had finished too quickly, she seemed more distressed than pleased.
Well, if you grip a cock hard to force a fast climax, the inside does throb afterward.
"Sorry."
"Hnn, you bastard."
I hadn't expected it to go this far either. Caught up in the heat of the moment, I had simply gone with the flow without restraint; I admitted as much and apologized. Of course, that did not mean I intended to stop here.
I took out the condom I had bought at the convenience store and stared at it.
My hands trembled because I never thought I would be putting this on my cock again.
"Hoo, finally…"
There were three in the box. I tore open one and stretched it on to fit the shape.
It was clumsy work, but having seen it done before, it was not that difficult.
A tight, constricting pressure. I even felt a tingling.
I could not tell whether I had bought one a size too small or whether this was simply how it always felt, but it was awkward.
I wondered whether I would be able to feel anything properly once I put it in like this.
I had done it before, yet without a real chance to savor the sensation, I could not be sure.
"…Can I put it in?"
"Yeah."
"Hnn. Okay."
Song Haneul had been finishing little by little, but when I said I was going to enter her, she obediently spread her legs.
Kneeling, I closed the distance and tensed my body to drive the stiffly erect cock home.
I leaned down to match the angle, yet it was still too low.
I started to lift Song Haneul's waist, then gave up because of the stamina it would cost.
Looking around, I fetched the pillow I had been using and propped it under the small of her back.
Only then did the height line up a little better.
With her hips slightly raised, I slowly rubbed my cock over Song Haneul's pussy.
Matching the angle, I ran a mental simulation of how I should move my hips.
Just from the rubbing, sticky fluid seeped out onto the condom.
The juices Song Haneul was spilling, mixed with that sticky, slippery transparent liquid, left the surface glossy and slick.
Hoo. I was nervous.
Putting it in again.
Although it was originally my body, the fact that I was going all the way for the first time now felt almost funny.
In reality this body had been taken countless times, yet the sensation was nothing like that at all, and the disconnect left me feeling strangely buoyant.
Kku-deuk.
"Ugh."
The thoroughly soaked inside of her pussy was hot.
The sensation of spreading her open and entering was no ordinary pressure.
I had worried whether I would feel it properly through the condom, but it far surpassed that concern.
"Hnn…"
"Nnnngh…!!"
The hot pressure that seemed to envelop everything moved in gulping waves each time I pushed deeper, urging me toward climax.
It felt like forcibly parting and traveling a bumpy path. My glans was stimulated until I thought I would spill at any second.
Even on this chilly day, sweat poured down because of the heater.
Letting out moans mixed with sighs, I leaned my body forward.
"Ugh, kuh, tsk…"
"Ah, aah…"
I had almost completely buried the condom-covered length.
Even holding still after entry, the pulse transmitted from inside made it feel as though something were moving.
I wanted to thrust right away, yet doing so would make me cum, so I struggled to control the pace.
I closed my eyes and let my shoulders drop.
After several deep breaths, I slowly began to move again.
Tseu-beu-beup. Tsk, jjeogeok, jjeogeok.
Every time I pulled out, Song Haneul's body reacted.
Every time I pushed in, lewd moans disordered my ears.
Previously, because of the sudden body swap, I had never been able to see it through to the end, but now it was different.
As long as I did not pull her into an embrace while half-sitting, there would be no problem.
I focused solely on thrusting without hugging her, whether from behind or in front.
Even when sweat ran into my eyes and blurred my vision, I squeezed them shut, deciding to rely on sensation alone.
Watching Song Haneul cry out with every snap of my hips, all sorts of absurd emotions squeezed my chest. It felt as though my cock were swelling to the point of bursting.
Because I put in too much force, I even felt a tingling pain. It might have been the condom or the tightness of her pussy, but the sensation was unreal.
Puck, puck!
Every time I slapped her ass with a sharp smack, her breasts jiggled.
I wanted to grab them, yet I was reluctant to lean forward.
Swallowing hard, I devoted myself only to climax.
"Hoo, huk. I'm cumming… now…"
"Ang, ang, ah, me too… cum… cumming…!"
Song Haneul's face flushed bright red as she poured out moans.
I drove my rapidly thrusting body deep inside.
Instinctively I pushed my hips as if struggling to spill into the very deepest place.
That action was useless in front of the condom. Rather, it was something I could only do because the condom was there.
Tuk, tuk.
Sweat running down my chin dripped onto Song Haneul's lower abdomen.
Slowly gripping her pelvis and withdrawing my hips, the condom, swollen like a balloon, popped free.
Thanks to the tight fit, it dangled loosely from the tip of my cock.
I gently rubbed with my hand to squeeze out every last drop of remaining semen.
I pulled off the rubber and, just as Song Haneul had once done, quickly knotted the end.
I flung the condom that had truly become a water balloon off to the side.
"Haah, hak."
Seeing Song Haneul pant so roughly made me check how many more times I might manage.
Judging by the number of condoms alone I could go five more rounds, yet time and my own stamina would never allow me to use them all, so I quickly abandoned the idea.
Had about ten minutes passed?
Having spent so long on foreplay, well over forty minutes had flown by.
When a person becomes absorbed in something, the sense of time vanishes.
"…Shall we rest and do it just one more time."
If we were not set on ordering chicken here, there was quite a bit of free time left.
Even subtracting the washing we absolutely had to do, about three hours remained.
Then could we not manage two more rounds?
A woman exhausts her stamina enduring the sensations, but a man tires from the movement itself.
I collapsed beside Song Haneul, who was still heaving with her chest rising and falling, without even a pillow.
I thought I had emptied everything into the condom, yet a little remained and lightly stained the blanket.
It felt dirty, but since we would wash and leave soon enough, I decided to ignore it.
"Hoo, I feel good."
The failed attempt with Song Haneul before, and the way I had taken it against my chest when I woke at dawn, had steadily built up my desire. Having finally relieved it, the satisfaction was immense.
Before the fact that I had done it with Song Haneul, the simple satisfaction of release came first.
"Ugh, my head."
I groaned at the throbbing ache.
Kwang kwang kwang!
The pounding was far too violent for a mere knock; I jerked my head up in surprise.
"…What is that sound?"
After a brief moment of panic, a voice came from beyond the door.
"—It's checkout time!"
Checkout time?
Right, we had rented the room by the hour.
I had meant to rest a little, go a few more rounds, wash, and leave—yet I had simply fallen asleep?
Blinking blankly, I sprang up from the bed.
"Hey, Song Haneu…l?"
Thinking first that we had to get out, I urgently tried to wake her, only to find a sturdy man lying there alone beside me.
…What? We swapped?
Bewildered and not knowing what to do, I whipped my head around.
I needed to swap back again, yet that thought collided with the urgent need to leave at once, and my mind went completely blank.
"Hey, hey! Wake up!"
First of all, I had to get Song Haneul awake right now.