The Landlord's Daughter Park A-young Witnesses Her Mother and Geum Tae-yang's Hot Sex Right Before Her Eyes [Pure Love Sex with First Wife Kim Min-jung] [3]
Did I just hear something?
Park A-young's eyes flew open, struck by a sudden sense of déjà vu. Headphones still sat snug over her ears.
Ever since Geum Tae-yang had saved her through sex, A-young had changed in more ways than one. One of those changes was that she now always left the door to her workshop open.
Before, she had lived with her bedroom door shut tight at all times, and she had worked the same way—workshop sealed off, every session behind a closed door. The reason was simple: awkwardness. On the surface she had cultivated a prickly image, the kind that said don't interrupt me while I'm working. In truth, half of it had been deliberate and half unconscious, born of fear—fear that if she were alone and her true self slipped out by accident, Tae-yang or Min-jung, or anyone else, might catch her. So she had developed a near-obsessive need to control her own space, sealing it off to keep that from ever happening.
She no longer needed to exhaust herself with that kind of effort. With Tae-yang and Min-jung—at least with those two—she found herself wanting deeper connection. She was still shy, but she wanted to show them the feelings she had kept buried for so long. So she left her bedroom and workshop doors half open, inviting the people she loved into her space whenever they wished, letting them see what she was doing.
Tae-yang said he was going out to train… Did he come back earlier than usual????
Her habit of listening to music while she worked hadn't changed, so she had swapped speakers for earphones. Even so, that uneasy sense of something off had cut through with uncanny timing, and she turned to look behind her.
Before heading out to train, Tae-yang always reported to Min-jung and A-young first. Today Min-jung had been working in the basement since morning, so he had gone down there to tell her directly before leaving the bunker. That pattern had held for about a week, which meant A-young knew exactly when his training sessions usually ended.
Swish…!
A-young turned around, ready to pull off her headphones and figure out what sound had come from the bunker's living room—
"Huh!!!!????"
—and her eyes went round again.
"It works!! It actually applied!!!"
Whoosh!!!
She whipped her head back toward the bunker's main computer screen. Whatever she had been working on hadn't been cooperating—and right at this moment, the application had finally gone through and spit out a clean result.
"If this works out, I'll have even more ways to help that idiot Tae-yang????"
Clack! Clack! Clackclackclackclack! Clackclackclack!
Delighted with the work product she had finally gotten right, A-young forgot the strange feeling from a moment ago and hammered away at the keyboard, diving into the next stage of the job.
"Haaaahhh!! Nngh!! There's so much!! So much coming out!! Nnghaaahhh!!!"
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
—Bwoooooosh!! Pssshhh!! Brrrrrr!! Psssshhh!!
Thanks to that distraction, Geum Tae-yang was free to drown in the explosive pleasure of a cock that had gone premature the moment it tasted Kim Min-jung's pussy again after so long. He came as if he had a separate storage tank of semen reserved just for pumping into her—despite having already blown once about an hour earlier, he kept ejaculating at a level that bordered on absurd. Even he seemed stunned and half-appalled by his own state, narrating it live as it happened.
"Haaahnnn!!! Hnn! Hnnnnn!!!"
Squeeeeeze…!!!
That was how starved Tae-yang had been for Kim Min-jung's body. He poured thick ropes of semen into her in a volume that was almost savage. And when he did, his cock inevitably swelled even further—so the already enormous shaft of her man turned into something even more monstrous, and Min-jung took every inch of it, head thrown back, writhing.
"Hnnngh! Hnngh! Hnnghaaahnn!!"
Flare! Flare! Flare!
It was so huge and overwhelming that even a woman as composed and patient as Kim Min-jung was reduced to whites of her eyes and flaring nostrils, gasping for air.
"Haaahnn!! Hnnngh! Haaahnnn! It's coming in! Tae-yang's hot stuff is coming in! Haaahnnn!!"
But the catharsis of a man's climax was never only about what the cock itself did. At its core, it was the act of pouring a liquid warmer than body heat straight into another person's insides.
"I love it! I love it so much!! Hnnghaahnn!! I'm your woman, Tae-yang!! Hnnghaaaaaahnn!!!"
Squeeze!! Squeeze!!
—Squeeeeeze!!
Her beloved man's cum, back inside her after three days—Geum Tae-yang's precious seed crashing into her womb like a waterfall—and the MILF wife Kim Min-jung locked her legs even tighter around his waist. Then, trembling, she reached up with both hands and bound the nape of his neck as well, arching her back so she could take every drop properly.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiinnn!!!"
—Psssshhhh!! Brrrrrr!! Pssshhh!!
Of course, that alone would never have been enough to call it Kim Min-jung's kind of sex. The performance that always accompanied her acceptance of her beloved male Geum Tae-yang's climax began—her squirting orgasm.
The position they were in had been set so that Tae-yang's cock could seat fully against the mouth of her womb and empty into her—but it had another purpose too: so she could squirt her shiofuki straight onto his body.
"Nnghaaahhh!! I love it so much! I love how Ajumma climaxes for me even when I come like a premature mess!! Hnnghaah!!!"
—Whump!
"Hnn! Hnnnngh! Ajumma came… Ajumma came too, Tae-yang…! Hnnnnn…!"
Tremble…! Pssht!! Tremble…! Psssshhh!!
Feeling Min-jung's squirt soak him from his lower body all the way up toward his solar plexus, Tae-yang shuddered. Honestly, from the position of a man who had just put on a premature-pussy performance, the frenzy of climax was one thing—the embarrassment was something else entirely. But Min-jung had still come for him the way she always did. It felt like being held, and the shame melted away. Especially because it had happened while he was showing her that weakness—his premature cock—his tenderness toward the woman under him swelled even larger.
Held through even a male's most primal embarrassment, Tae-yang pulled the woman he loved so desperately, Kim Min-jung, into his arms as if he meant to crush her against him.
"Hnn! Hnnnngh! Ajumma came… mwah…!♥ Ajumma came too, Tae-yang…! mwah…!♥ Hnnnnn…! In front of her husband, Min-jung is nothing but a premature pussy…! Haaahnn…!"
Rub…! Rub…! Rub…! Rub…!
She really was a MILF overflowing with love. The moment Tae-yang clung to her with that huge need to belong, her wife-power and mama-power exploded. Even though she could barely hold herself together through the climax, she advertised herself as a premature pussy who lost her mind for him, raining kisses on him. At the same time, unable to fully process the happiness of becoming one with her husband again after so long, she kept grinding her lower body—smeared with semen, squirt, and her own juices—against him with everything she had.
"Haaahnn…! I love it…! I love you so much, my Min-jung Ajumma…! Hnnghaahnn…!"
Gulp…! Gulp…! Gulp…! Gulp…!
Slap…! Squelch…! Slap…! Thrust…! Slap…!
Tae-yang was the same. Even though he had just emptied himself into her, he kept snapping his hips, savoring his beloved wife Kim Min-jung's pussy. He had come so hard in that last climax that the semen that hadn't managed to fill her womb was already spilling out of her like oil from a well—and that insanely warm, sloppy state of her cunt felt so good he couldn't stop thrusting.
"Ajumma… hnn…! Right now… my cock isn't soft at all… nnghaah…! I think I can go again right away…"
"Hnnnngh…! I'm a little sorry to Ajumma, but I don't even want to waste time cleaning up… it feels too good… haaahnn…!"
Squelch…! Squelch…! Slap…! Slap…! Squelch…!
The first round had left him with too many regrets. The prostate pleasure had been incredible, but he hadn't felt like he had poured his full physical power into it—more like he had redlined while still warming up. Now his hips were finally loosening instead. So Tae-yang went straight for round two.
"Oh, my Tae-yang… haaahnn…! With Ajumma, you can ask for whatever you want…! Haaahnn…! Ajumma can match herself to every single part of you… haaahnn…! Hnnnngh…!"
Stroke…! Stroke…! Stroke…!
Tae-yang's face was flushed with embarrassment—and Min-jung loved that look on him. She knew perfectly well that he was a proper, well-behaved young man. She wanted him to show only her, his mama, the childish side, the foolish side. With that wish fulfilled, she stroked his hair diligently even through the moans of afterglow.
"Still… first, Ajumma will suck that thing of yours properly… so can you hold back that urge for just a little while, Tae-yang…?"
"O-okay, Ajumma… hnnnnngh…!"
Veteran sex partner Kim Min-jung really was on another level. She accepted his demand first—and at the same time, with sly push-and-pull, she steered him by offering a blowjob. She stoked the desperation of a man already on edge while simultaneously giving him content that would keep that desperation simmering.
Pop~~♥
Tae-yang's massive cock pulled free of Min-jung's pussy. With that much semen already set as lubricant, the separation sound that burst out was both gloriously wet and mortifyingly loud.
"Nnghaah…! You're so beautiful, Min-jung Ajumma… watching my cum run out of your pussy…"
He tried to shake off the embarrassment with shameless dirty talk—but humanly speaking, Kim Min-jung's bare pussy, still pouring out his semen, was obscenely raw.
"Hohohoho…!♥ Thank you for the compliment, my Tae-yang…!"
Smile…!♥
Grip…!
Reading his state of mind as if it were written on the palm of her hand, Min-jung sank to her knees, took his cock in both hands, and smiled.
And so Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung began preparing for round two—when a voice reached the ears of that immoral couple.
"You two… are having sex?"
It was Park A-young's voice, just coming down the stairs from the second floor.