Can't We Just Do It?
One of the best things about motels, especially love hotels, was that you didn't have to hold back at all. No need to worry about staining the sheets with your juices. You could scream your lungs out without some note in the elevator telling you to keep the sex noise down. So tonight, I threw myself at Hanjiu with everything I had. I let go of my ego, surrendering completely to the pleasure.
This was what we paid good money for, after all.
"Haang! Haat!"
With my mental limits off, the sensations hitting me felt even more intense than usual. It was like my whole body was one big erogenous zone. No matter where Hanjiu touched or kissed me, I couldn't help moaning and gasping like a slut.
"W-wait! N-not th-there!"
Especially... my armpits, of all places.
Of course, basic human dignity trumped even the mind-melting pleasure, so I freaked out and shoved Hanjiu away from my armpit with all my strength.
"Hey, Hanjiu! Are you insane?!"
"Why?"
He looked at me like I was the weird one.
"Why the hell would you lick there?"
"'Cause it looks sexy."
"No, you're crazy!"
Of course, I knew armpits could be a turn-on for some. Back when I was a guy, I'd see idols lift their arms in fan cams and the comments would explode. But... why was my heart pounding like this just because he said my armpits were pretty?
"It's dirty!"
"What's dirty about it? I lick your pussy too. Speaking of, did you sweat under there or something?"
"Y-you psycho! Th-that's not it, ahh!"
"Then we're good."
But there was no stopping Hanjiu now that he was fired up. What could I do? He outweighed me by a ton. Soon, something warm and soft slid across my armpit. My lower belly quivered. The embarrassment turned to outright shame. And hidden beneath it all, that sticky, dark pleasure made me clamp my legs together without thinking.
"D-dirty, I said!"
"It's just pretty, that's all."
"Y-you're seriously deranged! Haang! Do you have an armpit fetish or something?"
"Didn't before, but yours might give me one."
"Heyyy. S-stop th-that!"
I gave up. Might as well accept it. If anything, I was the one who got him this riled up in the first place. With the reins snatched away, all I could do was pant and moan like a bitch in heat.
"Seriously, you should wear tank tops more. It'd be killer."
"In fr-front of y-you! Ha-eut... N-never gonna happen!"
"Do you shave or something? Your pubes are gone too."
"D-don't know! Don't ask!"
"Armpits aside, down there's totally smooth. You get waxed?"
Thanks to Hanjiu spending forever on my armpits—and obliterating what little male dignity I had left—I came twice before he even stuck it in. I lay there on the bed, hands over my face, catching my breath, when a firm thigh bumped my knee. Probably his leg.
"Vanilla this time?"
"Y-yeah."
I peeked out from under my hands, and right in front of me were his well-defined pecs. Unlike mine, no heavy sacks dangling there—just a nice, carved chest. Guess he did hit the gym hard—
"Going in."
"Huuu-eut!"
No! S-suddenly shoving it in like... I bucked my hips without thinking. The pressure and pain of him entering me usually stung, but right now? Pure sweetness. The long foreplay made it easier than ever to take all of Hanjiu—Ji-woo's cock inside me.
Soon, the tip kissed my depths. He planted his hands on my shoulders and started thrusting back and forth. My body rocked, my tits bouncing naturally. He leaned in quick, catching a nipple in his mouth.
"Ha, haang!"
"You really love it when I play with your tits, huh."
"Y-you perv! D-don't say it out louuud!"
His thick cock pulled out slow from my depths, then plunged back in, scraping sweet pleasure along the way. It was just simple in-and-out, but this woman's body churned out pleasure too complex for words. My voice got louder without me noticing.
"Haang! Haeut! Hwaang!"
"Not holding back on the noise tonight?"
"N-no need to!"
"Then I can go all out too?"
All out? What the hell was this so far? Suddenly, his thrusts picked up speed and power, short-circuiting my brain. The wet, sloppy sounds of our bodies slapping. The sweet bite on my rock-hard nipple. But more than that—
"Haang! Haat!"
"Feels good?"
G-good... So damn good! But at this rate... C-can I even walk tomorrow?!
"Haaaang!"
My worries melted away under the relentless pressure of Ji-woo's cock pounding my end. Screw it. Tomorrow's tomorrow!
"I'm gonna cum."
His low groan rumbled into my chest. My mouth was too full of moans for words. I just shot him a look that said go ahead, inside's fine.
Finally, the cock filling me slipped out with a wet slide. Cum leaked from the empty space, trickling down between my hips. Then, white ropes splattered across my stomach. That familiar liquid...
As the pleasure faded, my senses cleared a bit.
Wait... that's semen, right?
"Sorry."
Hanjiu reached for the wet wipes. I stared blankly at the cum pooled around my navel. Honestly? Not thrilled. I said it was okay, but he pulled out anyway. And more than that—having a guy's load on my body just felt... off. Like I'd told him before, no mystery to it anymore.
He wiped his mess off my stomach carefully. It pissed me off, but the cool wipe on my skin turned even that into pleasure.
"Haeut... H-how much more you got?"
"Wanna keep going forever."
"Can you?"
Women could. I'd experienced it. With steady stimulation, we could ride the waves till we passed out. But guys? Not so much. Wise man time and all. Plus, he was doing the work—had to be tiring.
Still, the man before me now...
"With a girl like you in front of me? Obviously."
Hey, Hanjiu! You... You really... Don't say shit like that. Hearing it over and over... I'm gonna lose it for real.
"This time, inside."
"You sure?"
"Don't make me say it again. It's humiliating!"
I spread my legs a bit, continuing. "Plus, cum's gross from my side! You get it—you're a guy. Having some other dude's load on your body!"
~ Round two followed right after, like quenching a parched throat. Foreplay was short—my pussy was soaked through after taking him once. I held back my tongue's twitch toward his lips and guided Hanjiu's cock inside.
Then came the slap of skin, the lewd squelches from our join. I didn't hold back my moans, matching the filthy rhythm.
"Haang! Hiat! Haaaang!"
"What's up? Suddenly clenching harder."
"D-don't know. Hwaa-at! P-probably 'cause I'm close."
No clue. He always said I clenched, but I wasn't doing it on purpose. Just rocking my hips to chase the pleasure from his thrusts, and our fuck got wilder than usual.
"Huwk... Moving like that. Tits don't hurt?"
Hanjiu was breathing hard too.
"D-don't care! Touch 'em more!"
I moved his hands from my hips to my breasts. Loved the heavy grip. The warm squeeze on my jiggling tits. The spark when his calluses grazed my nipples.
"Song Yujeong. I'm close."
"Ahit. I-it's f-fine!"
Fine. Inside tonight. I'd said it a million times. But the guy riding me mercilessly, stretching my insides, still hesitated.
This time, I wouldn't let him escape.
"Haeut, gonna c-cum?"
He nodded faintly. I wrapped my legs around his waist to trap him.
"H-hey! Song Yujeong, what the—"
"Huu... If you p-pull out this time too... Huwk! N-no more sex with you. Ever!"
"O-okay, just loosen up so I can move!"
Only then did I release him. And this time, for real! Hanjiu's cock throbbed wildly inside me, spilling warm seed deep. A guy's cum in my womb. If I was ovulating... I could get pregnant.
The thought hit, and—
"Haaa-eut!"
No extra thrust, but my body—this woman's body—climaxed harder than ever. Hips bucking. Mind blanking out...
Hanjiu pulled out carefully. Cum trickled from the void, way more than expected—probably 'cause it was raw.
It tickled. I craned my neck to see. White-tinged slickness. Our... Ji-woo's...
"What're you staring at?"
"N-nothing. Just tickles a bit."
His question startled me into a stutter.
"So? How's it feel taking it inside?"
Hanjiu—Ji-woo—grinned faintly. Annoying, after all that hesitation.
I kicked his solid chest away with my foot.
"Don't ask a girl that!"
"Ow! Hey, careful—kick like that and it's all over your thighs!"
Too late now!