Sharing Premium Dogecoin Intel
Premium intel drop: Dogecoin. The killer weapon leaked only to those willing to become insiders? That ridiculous cryptocurrency with the cute dog on it. Insanely easy to create, but thanks to the massive hype coming soon, Dogecoin's about to skyrocket way harder than Bitcoin. That day, after the info got out, Doge started showing signs and already tripled. Still super low liquidity and cheap per unit, so it can locust-jump like crazy—but it did rise in the end. Ryu Su-a got a taste of that insane dopamine hit from a coin multiplying in just a few weeks.
She's so antsy right now she can't even sit on the sofa, straight-up proposing an info share.
"Intel, huh..." I drag it out, just to kill time.
"Mind if I ask how much you put into this coin first, Su-a?"
At that, Ryu Su-a droops her eyelids heavily. Her brows furrow like she's dying of regret.
"...Just a trial run, exactly one million won."
"Only a million? Damn, if you'd thrown in a hundred million, it'd be three hundred now."
After the tease, I rub salt in the wound, and her face twists up even more. She grinds her teeth, taking the mockery dead seriously.
"Coins are crazy volatile, no real regulations yet, huge risk they could vanish anytime. Worse than buying some Kosdaq shitstock—who the hell drops a hundred million on a random tip?!"
"Whoa, calm down. Just an example, that's all."
Once her anger cools, "Still, I figured you'd trust my skills, Supervisor. Whether it's my accounts or the company, you'd shake 'em down and find zero dust."
"..."
Ryu Su-a finished her investigation on me. No dirt turned up compared to how fast I piled up the wealth, so she cut it short early. Makes sense. It was all my orders, no illegal shit like market manipulation. Especially since the big money was all in Bitcoin, dodging regs clean.
But right now, logic didn't matter to her. She's fidgeting with her phone like she doesn't know what to do with herself.
"Anyway, give me more intel!"
"What kind?"
"Well—"
She wets her parched throat with spit a few times, burning with impatience. "Whether this Dogecoin's gonna drop again like this... or keep rising..."
Blunt as hell, straight-up demand. Fair enough—coins are bouncing around even now, so I get the anxiety.
"Just for talk?"
I get her impatience, so I mess with her more. Burn her alive with teasing.
My question hits her like betrayal. Sharp eyes protest like it's unfair.
"Didn't I already grant your unreasonable request...? Convinced my old school senior for you and slotted her into Ojakgyo."
"Nah, that's not what I mean."
I step closer slyly. "A private request to level up our friendship."
"...!"
Click! I shove her against the door and lock it to cut to the chase. As she starts to snap in anger, I press my body against hers instead. I stroke the jawline of this capable married mom, grinding my stiff part right up.
"A simple request you can give right now, Su-a."
"..."
"Think of it as advancing our relationship and helping your family—you can give it willingly, right?"
"Eut...!"
Squeeze♥ Like handling a new bitch after U Mi-ae, I pet her jaw and grind my lower half openly. My cock throbs excited for fresh pussy, rubbing wild, and Ryu Su-a turns her chin away.
"...♥"
Heh. But she doesn't dodge the spot. Her cheek flushes red like impatiens blooming, feeling that male heat after so long.
*Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap♥
"Ha... fuck, feels good."
"..."
Pants down, sofa handjob. Side by side, I stand my thick cock rigid and hand the cleanup to the married woman's hand. She strips my pants cool and easy to start light.
I delegate lower-half service to my new cock-case for the org.
Squelch, squelch...♥
"Eut, ah, aaah! Not there...♥"
Meanwhile, I tease her married pussy too. Since we're "bonding," I make it calm even sitting—groping her soft thick thighs like sexual harassment, then slide straight into her skirt. Stroke her panties outside to rev her up, flip the soaked pussy flap. Dip my middle finger slow to taste the wetness.
"Eung...!"
One finger and she reacts hard. Super sensitive for a married woman.
"Heard you got married—ain't doing it?"
"..."
I chat to loosen her up, and she bites her lip, holding back moans. Crank the intensity, squelch deeper, and she can't hold it—answers with a prim face.
"We're... both too busy working."
"That's it? No matter how busy, leaving a pretty wife like this is bullshit."
"With childcare too... no choice."
She defends him, but plenty backed up inside. Swish- swish♥ My order or not, starved long, she handles the young stud cock actively. Gulp...! She notices the healthy precum on her hand. To let my skirt-hand appeal more, her thighs spread wider before another male. Begging for tastier strokes.
Heh. 'Women in their 30s get hornier, right?'
Ryu Su-a never looked pissed at the attention from our first meet. Calculating the insane value of info for her body? Or handling hidden lust? Either way, she's game. Love that about older women over whiny bitches. Life's short—they're honest, chasing prime dick before too late.
"Alright, some service for our friendship."
"Eut?!"
Cock's rock-hard now, service received. Stiff as hell, so shift the thrill elsewhere.
"S-Sir, not there—"
"It's fine. Feels like it's been ages for you—gotta service."
"Ah, aa...!"
Slrrp... Down to the sofa, yank up her last defense H-skirt. Peel the thick curtain over her secret garden—red panties flipped aside, her preheated married pussy fully exposed.
Drip...
"...♥"
Soaked bitch pussy starved forever. Knows her own state, shame heats her face, eyes shut tight. Shame exposed to an outsider. No controlling raw desire—blocks out the world.
Smooch-♥
"Euhng! Ah, aaaaaa...♥"
That face too tasty—I kiss her married pussy. Lips buried in her slack inner thighs spread wide, lick lick lick lick♥
"Euhheueueu! Tickles... tongue so thick...!"
Lap like a dog. Suck sweet honey, tongue-fuck her sloppy untrimmed married cunt wild.
"Ah, aa there... that's amazing... feels so good♥"
Nice inner-wall tease, she takes the pleasure sweet. Longed for male attention—slings her cheap-spread legs on my shoulders, enjoys. Clack. Clack. Heels dangle off with each suck, voicing her heart. Even post-kid, bitch instincts awaken.
'Gave me an excuse hoping I'd fuck her?'
No resistance, takes it deep. Pussy service after ages—she spreads like a dog, savors honest. So starved, tongue flick and pussy juice floods as reward.
"Feels good...! Ah, aa... deeper please♥"
Betrays hubby in a flash, preps to offer her cunt to her future boss.
"Whew, that's enough."
"Ah..."
Pull face mid-heat, and she looks disappointed. Throb! I answer calm with my rigid cock. Healthy young stud's long thick prick towers confident.
"Just tongue to cum? Main game's barely started."
"...♥"
Lay horny married bitch on sofa, overlap from above—no resistance. Poke her underside with cock, pussy lips clench like can't wait.
"For your family's sake, Su-a—let's enjoy."
"Ah... right, all for the family's growth...♥"
Excuse shield for slut-spreading to another male. Toss guilt-free phrase, she laps it up.
"Haup, haa... smack- kiss♥ kiss♥ Been ages for a kiss... you're skilled♥"
Lips meet, she dives in shameless. Whatever her deal, pent-up clear as day.
"Here."
Squelch♥
"Eut?! Ah, haaaaa...!"
Kiss and thrust—chin up, her cool face twists full, lower half quakes. Cross the line easy, she turns it to pleasure. Soon pink tongue peeks, "It's in...♥" Married face smiles sly as she gulps another man's thick cock.