A MILF Impaled in the Reverse Carry — Innocent Auntie Min-jung Squirted Like a Water Gun [Caught Having Sex by Park A-young?][2]
“Hwaaaahhh…! Haaauuugh…! Nngh…! Hnnngh…! Hwaaaaaahhh…!”
Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…!
Geum Tae-yang’s strength, now that he had become a D-level Awakener, was truly formidable. He had hoisted Kim Min-jung’s solid, voluptuous body into a reverse carrying position, and yet there was not the slightest waver in his stance. The sheer presence of it was enough to make anyone watching feel a strange sense of security.
But for all that stability, Kim Min-jung’s body was shaking like a leaf in a gale. The reverse carry was simply that lewd — so shameless it left a proper, well-behaved woman like her drowning in humiliation and shame.
There was something else in that trembling, though.
I’ve never been handled like this… He’s just scooping me up like I’m some tiny little girl… Lifting me like I weigh nothing… God, this is so new…!
Kim Min-jung was tasting a strange kind of catharsis. A long-buried complex of hers was finally being filled.
Park A-young, with her glamorous figure, had always envied Na Yu-jin’s ant-thin waist — and Min-jung, as her mother, had always worn a pitying look and gently scolded her for it. But the truth was that Kim Min-jung herself had carried a similar complex for years.
One hundred seventy-nine centimeters tall. After childbirth her measurements had shifted, but her breasts still swung between roughly a 75H and a 75J. Her hips ranged from forty-three to forty-five inches. Living in a body like that since her twenties had shaped her life in ways that had nothing to do with her natural personality. She had always been the one people looked up to — the one who held others rather than being held.
In action, that meant she was the one doing the embracing, never the one being embraced. The one lifting others, never the one being lifted. Of course that was part of who she was at her core — but even Kim Min-jung sometimes wanted to be held. To be protected. Especially during sex, she had always wished she could be that kind of woman.
Unfortunately, her husband Park Do-chul had been badly outmatched in the physical department. She had never shown it, never asked him to compensate. If anything, she had soothed the inferiority complex it bred in him. But there was no denying the frustration that had piled up inside her over the years.
It’s so snug… He’s holding me without the slightest shake… Our Tae-yang… Haaauuugh…!
By contrast, this man — one hundred eighty-nine centimeters, one hundred five kilograms, packing a twenty-six-centimeter cock as thick as an F-killer spray can — was different. Geum Tae-yang was handling Kim Min-jung’s body as if it belonged to some delicate young lady. He was executing a high-difficulty position not merely adequately, but with power to spare.
For the five days since their first time, she had been savoring his emotional strengths. Today, she was losing her mind over his physique and his youth.
“Khhuuuh…! Auntie was so shy at first, but looks like you’re starting to like it?”
Flare…! Twitch…! Clench…! Flare…!
Gushhhhh…! Drip…! Gushhhhh…!
Eyes covered, head hanging low, Kim Min-jung was trembling with shame — and drowning in a massive wave of catharsis. She didn’t voice her inner thoughts, didn’t show him her face. Even so, Geum Tae-yang could tell his performance was landing perfectly.
“Your pussy’s going crazy in there right now. Hnnngh…!”
Flare…! Twitch…! Clench…! Flare…!
Gushhhhh…! Drip…! Gushhhhh…!
The proof was right there. Kim Min-jung’s pussy, wild with arousal, was flaring open like a clam and twitching as if she’d been shocked with electricity — and pouring out a vicious flood of love juices like a faucet left running.
“Where do we need to go, Auntie?”
“Down… to the basement… the supply room… Haaauuugh…”
Satisfied with the reaction from below her waist, Geum Tae-yang asked for their destination in a sweet voice. Still covering her face with one hand, Kim Min-jung pointed toward the basement stairs with the other.
“Shall we, then, Auntie?”
Step. Step. Step. Step.
Holding her in the reverse carry, Geum Tae-yang strode toward the basement with a swagger that was almost regal.
“Nngh…! Hah…! Hnnngh…!”
Squelch…! Schlick…! Schlick…!
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
The moment he started walking, an extraordinary scene unfolded. The natural rebound of their upper bodies with every bend of his knees drove his cock into Kim Min-jung’s pussy in a steady, automatic rhythm. You could have called it a walking piston thrust.
Kim Min-jung, subjected to that walking piston, let out the most adorable moans. Her massive breasts jiggled helplessly with every step. But this thrusting was only the warm-up.
“Ahem… Those stairs aren’t going to be easy, Auntie.”
“Haaauuugh… What do I do… Hiiiii…”
She had pointed to the basement. That meant going down stairs. Even ordinary walking had produced incredible piston action — the law of gravity on a staircase was something else entirely. Peering at the steps through her fingers, Kim Min-jung finally made a miserable face.
“Still, we’ve got to go. A-young’s waiting.”
Thud.
Park A-young, out of consideration for her mother, wouldn’t hound them about bringing the towels. But they couldn’t keep her waiting forever. Geum Tae-yang stretched one foot forward.
Thump.
He stepped down onto the first stair.
Bounce! Bounce!
Kim Min-jung’s body lifted — and then gravity called it home.
“Hiiihwaaaaaahhh!!!”
SHHHLURP…!!!!!♥♥♥♥
Her entire lower body slammed down onto Geum Tae-yang’s cock in one thick, heavy stroke. A lavish, bone-deep stair-pounding had just been delivered.
“Khhuuuuh…!”
The weight of it far exceeded anything he had calculated. He couldn’t even take the next step — a massive groan tore out of him instead.
“Hhhwaaaangh…! Hhungh! Hhhwaaaaaah…!”
Tremble…! Tremble…! Tremble…!
If the man doing the thrusting was reacting like that, what about the woman being impaled? Kim Min-jung let out a helpless wail and shook from head to toe.
Gushhhhh… Psssh! Gushhhhh…! Pssshhht!
Her love juices went beyond mere pouring — every so often her signature squirting water-gun fired off in sharp bursts.
“Still, Auntie… Khheugh…! My cock’s so big you don’t have to worry about it slipping out, right? It’s not so bad…? Thheuuugh…!”
“Hnnnngh…! Hahng…! Hhhwaaaaah…!”
They had to do this nearly twenty more times. Geum Tae-yang did his best to soothe her — but Kim Min-jung was so busy moaning that his comfort didn’t even reach her ears.
“Hhhwaaaaaangh!!”
—SHHHLURP-THUD!!♥
“Hiih! Hiihwaaaaah!!”
—SCHHLURP…!!♥
“Hahwaaaaaah!!!”
SHHHLURP-CRAM!!♥
“Thheuuuungh!!”
—SQUELCH-SHHHLURP!!♥
The stair-pounding continued in a relentless sequence. With every single stroke, Kim Min-jung felt Geum Tae-yang’s cock at its absolute peak and wailed.
“Hhuuuh… We finally made it, Auntie…”
“Hhaangh… Hnnngh… Hahwaaangh…”
Psssh! Pfft — gushhhhh…! Psssh!
Past that chaos of pleasure, Geum Tae-yang and Kim Min-jung arrived at the basement supply room. Her flower of a pussy was in complete disarray — teetering right on the edge of climax. Beyond the water-gun squirts, little bursts of full female ejaculation were starting to fire.
“Auntie, can you open the door for me? I can’t manage it like this.”
“Hnnnngh…! Hahwaaaaah…!”
Nod…! Nod…! Nod…!
Slide… Click!
But there was still work to do. Geum Tae-yang politely asked the nearly climaxing Kim Min-jung to open the supply room door. Ever the gentle soul, she nodded and reached out to open it.
“Tae-yang… Was Auntie heavy…? Haaauuugh…”
Even as she opened the door, Kim Min-jung fretted over the man who had carried her all this way. Buried in shame and drowned in pleasure, she was still, at her core, a loving MILF overflowing with affection.
“You’re pure feathers, Auntie. Mwah!♥ Feels like I’m holding a newborn kitten! Mwah!♥”
“Nooo…! Haaangh…! Auntie’s heavy, I told you… Hnnnngh…! Mwah!♥”
Hopelessly loving Kim Min-jung. Geum Tae-yang poured on the sweet talk and planted kisses along the nape of her neck. Receiving that whisper and that rain of kisses, she got so worked up she threw a coquettish little tantrum — then craned her neck around and finally pressed a kiss to the side of his face.
“It’s in that cabinet over there, right?”
“Mm…”
Step. Step. Step. Step.
“Haaah…! Hnnnngh…!”
The supply room was packed with all kinds of goods. Geum Tae-yang indicated a cabinet with a tilt of his head and asked. Kim Min-jung answered shyly — and the moment he took a step, helpless moans spilled out of her again.
After a few meters he had nearly reached the cabinet holding the towels.
He stopped short.
“Why’d you stop all of a sudden, Tae-yang…? Hurry and get the towels…”
After opening the door, Kim Min-jung had covered her eyes again. She had no idea why he had suddenly frozen, and asked carefully in a puzzled tone.
“Wow… Auntie. Take your hands off your eyes and look ahead. It’s incredible.”
Geum Tae-yang clicked his tongue in awe and urged her to uncover her eyes.
“Why… What is it…?”
Slide…!
It was a request from the boy she loved. In the end, Kim Min-jung lowered the hands covering her face and looked forward.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!”
The instant her hands came down, she screamed.
“Khhuuuh…! Isn’t it amazing, Auntie? This is what the two of us have looked like this whole time. It’s insanely hot… Thheuuugh…”
There was a large mirror in front of them. Reflected in it was the state of Kim Min-jung’s pussy — looking for all the world as if a thick stake had been driven straight through her on Geum Tae-yang’s massive cock.
“It’s my own dick, but damn, Auntie. That thing is buried in your pussy looking like that… Wow… It’s incredible… Hhuuuh…!”
A pipe. What the large mirror showed buried in Kim Min-jung’s flower was a pipe. In particular, the sheer presence of the prostate sitting mid-shaft looked like the throat of a dragon. You could easily guess why every ejaculation produced a volume of cum beyond imagination.
“Hhaaaaaah…! Haaauuuugh…! Too much… Too muuuch… Hiiii…”
Shake! Shake! Shake! Shake!
Kim Min-jung covered her face with both hands again. The filthy position she had only pictured in her head was now right there in the large mirror, real and undeniable. She had opened Pandora’s box, and she had no idea what to do with herself — she was completely rattled.
“Khhuuuh…! Can you see it, Auntie? My cock buried in your pussy? Isn’t it wild? And isn’t your pussy so pretty? Am I right? Your pussy is really pretty, isn’t it?”
Whether she covered her face or not, Geum Tae-yang kept pouring out admiration, running his mouth nonstop. His eyes were locked on Kim Min-jung’s lovely figure — completely gone.