“Look at where you’re clinging and pleading right now and tell me.”
It was the window. She was clinging to the window with her palm leaving a mark, and pleading while moving her ass backward.
“Imagine someone passing by below and looking up. It may be too dark to see, but someone with good eyesight will be able to see. A woman is pushing her hips back and sticking her face to the window.”
Jaehee’s body stiffened. Seeing the fearful expression on her face, Junghoo hugged her and sat her on the fallen dressing table by the window.
“Did you get scared? How embarrassing.”
Junghoo’s palm gently brushed her pale face to comfort her.
“I won’t stop, though.”
“Here… no… Let’s go home, okay?”
Junghoo’s shiny eyes stared at Jaehee indifferently. Her pleas seemed inaudible.
“No. We have to be here. I have to fuck you here where you labeled me as a sex partner.”
His finger mercilessly pushed into her p*ssy. Jaehee tried to push him away but hesitated. Jung-hoo’s face looked like he was hurt. Were the words she said to help him actually hurting him instead?
Her eyes stung.
“Don’t cry. I want to cry, but I don’t know who to cry to.”
At that moment, tears flowed down Jaehee’s cheeks as she listened to his words. His action of taking the tears into his lips was affectionate compared to the hand that groped below.
His fingers, exploring below, accurately found the spot where she was most sensitive.
With a moan, she opened her lips and stuck out her tongue. His tongue, which was already dancing on her lips, easily entangled with hers. The sound of saliva sticking thickly, the sound of vigorous sucking, and the lascivious sound of fingers groping and twisting.
Her head was spinning. She hadn’t even tasted alcohol, but she was drunk on the sounds and the deep pheromones of the male.
“The good thing about wearing thongs is that I can be inside you without taking them off.”
He pushed the string aside and lowered his pants, filling the space where his fingers had been with his manhood in one swift motion.
The moan was swallowed inside Jung-hoo’s lips. Sitting on the dressing table with her legs spread apart, she could clearly see herself in the mirror on the opposite side, with Jung-hoo’s back view in his neatly dressed suit, and her own figure embracing his manhood with her legs spread obscenely. The contrasting duality made Jae-hee’s body tremble. Why was she the only one in disarray?
“Do you get excited seeing yourself in the mirror?”
“Ah, haa… hyuk”
When he began to rotate his manhood inside her, Jaehee let out a moan that he covered with his hand. Jung-hoo laughed coldly and straightened Jaehee’s legs, grabbing her ankles.
“How should I make you feel good? Tell me.”
* Shoo, shoo.*
His sharp c*ck pistoned into her. Jae-hee’s upper body slid to the side, but her legs were still spread towards the sky, held by him. Through the mirror, she could see the angry manhood going back and forth inside her.
Whenever Jae-hee felt like she couldn’t breathe, he slowed down, and whenever her moans were weak, he sped up his thrusts. He stopped every time she was about to reach climax, and Jae-hee begged him.
“If you want to climax, then beg me more and open your legs wider, and say ‘Please thrust it deeper.'”
He slowly teased her wet insides with his persistent manhood. The wet flesh clung to his d*ck, and they both endured until their limits. Even so, Junghoo patiently waited for Jaehee to plead with him.
“Deeper… please… thrust it deeper.”
In the end, it was Jaehee who gave in. Her body, unable to resist the pleasure any longer, collapsed with the desire to end this situation quickly. When she cried and begged, Junghoo’s restraint snapped and he began to thrust forcefully and deeply into her.
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The next chapter will be updated on April 1, 2022, Saturday.
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