Flower-Shaped, Honey-Sweet — My Woman Min-jung's Pussy [Makeup Sex♥] (4)
"Hhhhuuuuuhhh!!! Nngghhh!!! Hhhhaaaaaahhh!!"
Squelchhh...!!
Geum Tae-yang had simply buried his cock inside Kim Min-jung's pussy. There was no piston motion whatsoever. And still he threw his head back and howled.
Ohh fuckkk...!!! It feels even more detailed than the first time I went in... Now that I know it's a flower pussy, it's even worse — nngh...! I'm gonna cum right now — hhhnnn...!!!
As the saying goes, a newborn pup has no fear of the tiger. Which meant Geum Tae-yang had just learned exactly how terrifying the tiger could be. The way a child who has felt a tiger's dread will shriek at the mere sound of its roar — Tae-yang, loaded with every fantasy and every sensation from their first round of sex, was utterly helpless before the taste of Kim Min-jung's pussy on this second thrust. On top of that, the image of her flower pussy from moments ago kept flickering behind his eyes. He genuinely thought he might lose his mind. The second he was inside her, the urge to cum detonated.
Nngh...! Look at the ceiling...
Clench...! Squeeze...!
Twitch——! Twitch——! Twitch——!
Busting the second he took the lead in missionary was not something a man named Geum Tae-yang could allow. Almost on instinct he stared up at the ceiling, then locked his toes and madly flexed his perineum, fighting the climax into submission.
"Hhhnnnngh...!!! Hnnnngh...!! Hhhhaaaannngh...!!!"
Flail! Thrash! Thrash! Thrash!
But the truth was, Kim Min-jung was barely hanging on either. Tae-yang, eyes rolled back at the sight of her flower pussy, had driven his entire 26-centimeter F-killer-can cock into her in essentially one stroke. At 179 centimeters tall and with a frankly unnatural volume of love juices, she managed to take it — but her lower body felt as if a stake had been driven straight through her. She writhed without restraint, pouring out raw, shameless moans.
"Nngh...! Hnnh...! Hhuuuh...!"
Squelch...! Schlick...! Squelch...! Squish...! Schlorp...! Squelch... Thrust-squelch...! Schlick...!
Tae-yang barely managed to calm the urgent rush of climax. After that he regulated his pace and started moving his hips. He was so desperate to properly taste Kim Min-jung's pussy that he didn't even have the presence of mind to announce he was about to move.
Ahh fuck I shouldn't but the curses just come out... It's so good I want to swear — ajumma's pussy... Hhhnnn...!!! I'm going insane, shit...! Nnghhh!
Squelch...! Schlick...! Squish...! Squish...! Squelch...! Squish...! Thrust-squelch...! Squelch-thrust...!
Because once he settled in to properly savor it, Kim Min-jung's pussy was devastatingly delicious. In their first round, the psychological impact of finally having sex with the next-door ajumma he had longed for so desperately, plus the visual catharsis of her skilled grinding and pounding from below, had been overwhelming. But now that he was the one leading in missionary, he could focus entirely on the taste of her. And what he found himself savoring was a flower pussy brimming with sweet honey.
My Tae-yang is covering me like this... moving his hips over me like this... hnnn...! It feels so good... hnnnngh...!
Kim Min-jung was savoring the catharsis of missionary just as deeply. She was a MILF, and the man above her was a life she had cherished and sheltered. For a man like that she had spread her legs, lain beneath him like a beast, and offered up her pussy. To her, this ordinary position felt fatally stimulating.
"Hnn...! Haahn...! Hnnn...! Hnnnngh...! Hahnn...!"
Rock...! Sway...! Bounce...! Bounce...! Rock...!
But Kim Min-jung had already decided she was going to be with Geum Tae-yang, and she willingly drank in every jolt of that illicit thrill. She hooked her legs around both of his, then gently rolled her hips in time with the man she loved. Her lower body was that bold — and yet she turned her face to the side. The Confucian ajumma in her couldn't help it; the shyness won out. A collage of a shameless lower half and a timid upper half.
"Hhhnnn! Ajumma... Min-jung-ajumma... Your pussy tastes so fucking good...! Nngh! I think I'm going crazy for real...! How the hell do you have a pussy this delicious, ajumma...! Nngghhh!!!"
Schlick...! Squelch...! Squish...! Schlick...! Squish...! Schlorp...!
Tae-yang was the exact opposite. His hips kept a slow, controlled tempo — but his mouth was running wild, desperate to put the pleasure he was drowning in into words. A collage of a restrained lower half and a filthy, runaway mouth.
"Hyaahn...! Hnn...! Tae-yang...! You can't say things like that to an ajumma...! Haahn...! Hnnnngh...!"
Slap! Smack!
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
It was enough to make her face burn — Tae-yang with not a scrap of shame. Faced with her beloved man's brazen dirty talk, Kim Min-jung covered her face with both hands and shook her head from side to side.
Rock——! Bounce! Bounce! Rock——! Rock——! Bounce!
But the more embarrassed this shy ajumma got, the more her lower body refused to stop rolling. Honestly, Kim Min-jung was feeling far too good. She was a woman overflowing with love, and when it came to sex she wanted to revel in it wet and deep with her own man. Her body had simply been born for this. The only problem was that somewhere in her heart the image of the little boy next door still lingered — so she couldn't quite bring herself to look at the face of the Geum Tae-yang currently lost in pleasure, singing praises to her pussy.
I'm going crazy...! It feels so good...! It's so shameless and that makes it even better...! Haahnngh!♥
As that hybrid feeling intensified, the index converting her shame and taboo thrills into pure pleasure climbed higher and higher.
"Nngh!! Hnnh!! Nnghhh!!"
Twitch! Twitch! Writhe!!! Twitch!!
That intensity went beyond the motion of her hips and expressed itself as a surge in vaginal pressure. Tae-yang, who had been carefully pacing his thrusts, paid a brutal price for all that dirty talk. Even slick with gushing love juices, Kim Min-jung's pussy clamped down on him like a suckered octopus. He let out a groan of pure despair and writhed like a squid.
Hhhnnn!! This isn't working! I need to split my focus! At this rate I'm gonna cum any second!!
Trickle...! Drip..! Spurt! Trickle...!
Schlick...! Schlorp...! Squish...! Schlick...! Squish...! Schlorp...!
It was a genuinely murderous honey pussy. Her sensitivity was so extreme that the moment Tae-yang loved her, Kim Min-jung's pussy answered instantly. The love juices pouring out of her in mad torrents made him half-believe it really was honey. If that was simply the nature of the pussy she'd been born with, then Tae-yang needed a constant way to scatter his concentration. And what he found was—
My Min-jung-ajumma's goddamn incredible 45-inch ass!!!
Grab! Squeeze!
Because she had hooked her legs around his waist, her lower body was lifted just enough that her ass sat at the perfect angle for both of his hands.
Yeah... that's it... Min-jung-ajumma is all about the ass!!!
With those massive hands that could palm a basketball, Tae-yang seized both of her moon-round cheeks and wore a look of pure satisfaction.
"Nnghhh! This is the best...! You've got a body that drives men insane, ajumma... Nnghhh!
"Pussy's incredible... ass is incredible... skin so white it's pure honey.... Nnghhh!!!"
Knead...! Knead...! Knead..! Knead...!
Schlorp...! Thrust-squelch...! Squish...! Schlick...! Thrust! Thrust! Schlick...! Thrust!
The kneading of Kim Min-jung's ass worked every bit as well as that expression suggested. Loving every different part of her body scattered the focus of his nerves, and thanks to that Tae-yang moved past mere climax control into genuinely skilled thrusting.
"Hah! Hyaaang!! Hyaang!! Hnnn! Hhhnnngh!! Hngah!! Hnnnngh!!"
Spurt! Splash! Spurtt!
Kim Min-jung was already a woman who had cum from Tae-yang's hand play alone. In other words, against him her pussy was just as helpless as his cock was against her. Already showing signs of a full whale-fountain show, she started firing off spectacular water-gun blasts of love juice in perfect time with his hip thrusts.
The way ajumma's pussy contracts feels so fucking good, holy shit... Hhhnnn...!!!
Shake...! Shake...! Shake...!
Squish...! Thrust-squelch...! Thrust-squish...! Squelch...! Squish...! Thrust...! Thrust-squish...!
It meant Kim Min-jung's pussy had boarded the orgasm expressway. Once again playing with that exquisite vaginal clenching through his cock, Tae-yang was so floored with admiration that his head shook from side to side of its own accord, as if he couldn't believe it.
"Even your moans are pretty... the mouth you moan with is pretty... hnn...! Everything about you is pretty, my Min-jung-ajumma..."
The sight of Kim Min-jung coming undone on his cock was the single greatest stimulant Tae-yang had. Wanting to drink even more of it, he kept laying psychological sex on her without pause.
"Especially... your heart is so beautiful..."
And then the light in Tae-yang's eyes went past happiness into something wistful.
"Gas-eum...? Are you talking about my breasts, Tae-yang...? Hyaah! Hah! Hhahnn!"
Truly an inscrutable woman, Kim Min-jung. She had seemed appalled by his dirty mouth — and yet she had clearly been listening with full attention. When a word she couldn't parse came out, she asked in a careful tone, still covering her face with her hands.
"No... I mean your heart, literally... Your warm heart... The devotion of an ajumma who even paid my tuition — it's so beautiful..."
The reason Tae-yang's eyes had gone soft was that, at this point, his father's words had come back to him — that he had looked happiest when he was with Kim Min-jung and Park A-young.
"T-tuition...??"
A university tuition drop in the middle of sex left Kim Min-jung's voice thick with fluster.
"Yeah... my college tuition. You paid it, ajumma."
Knead...! Knead... Knead...!
Schlick...! Squish...! Schlorp...! Squish...! Schlick...! Schlorp...!
Regardless, Tae-yang kept diligently kneading her ass and thrusting, answering in a happy tone.
"Haahnngh...! Th-that was... that was just...! Haahn...! Haaahnngh...!"
Kim Min-jung had never once let on to Tae-yang that she had helped with his tuition. As precious as he was to her, he was still someone else's child in the end. She had worried that if he found out she had paid in his place, it might wound his pride. With that history behind it, the moment tuition came up she didn't know what to do with herself — even through the moans.
"Hmm? Our ajumma seems tense. Hnn! Your ass is getting all tight. Hah!"
Twitch! Twitch! Writhe! Twitch!
Given the situation, the communication between Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung was completely raw. Simple as she was, Kim Min-jung was the type whose face gave everything away the second she got flustered or worried. That trait applied to her body too. Her pussy contracted with a strange new tension, and even the plush muscles of her ass twitched with hypersensitivity. Even Tae-yang, who had started picking up some climax-control technique, thrashed under the stimulation.
"Why~? Am I not allowed to talk about the tuition? Nnghhh!"
Thanks to that, he immediately read the anxiety running through her and answered it.
"That's not it... hahnn...! I-I was just worried it'd hurt your pride, Tae-yang... hnnnngh...!"
Her tone was so careful. That was Kim Min-jung's heart toward him. She fretted over the slightest chance he might be hurt.
"Haha! What pride would I have about that~! It makes me happy — it feels good! It means you were basically my secret fairy wife! Hahaha! I really love fairy wives, ajumma! Haha!"
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Thrust-squelch! Squelch! Thrust! Schlick! Schlick! Thrust! Thrust! Schlick! Squelch! Thrust! Thrust-squelch!
The sight of Kim Min-jung fretting over whether she might have hurt his feelings — for a Geum Tae-yang who had longed so desperately for a mother's embrace, her pure, simple figure was a perfect hit to his tastes. So he wore an innocent smile and snapped his hips with sudden passion. Tempo be damned; right now he needed to pour something of his heart into this impossibly lovable woman or he wouldn't be satisfied.
"Hhhnn! Hnn! Hhhnnngh!! Hnn! Tae-yang, I like you...! I like you so much...! Hhhnnngh!!"
Caught in that sudden surge of thrusting, the kind and pure Kim Min-jung could do nothing but cry out.