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Jeha stood silently by the door, his presence a comforting reminder that she was not alone. His nod had been all the encouragement she needed, a silent promise of support through whatever lay ahead. Anna took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation that awaited her. This was the moment she had dreamed of and feared for so long; now it was here, and she knew she had to face it head-on.

Yeong Chan's gaze was fixed on the vision before him, a mirror image of the woman who had once captivated his every desire. Anna, the daughter, was a perfect blend of her mother's allure and her own unique beauty, a combination that was both intoxicating and unsettling. Her presence was a stark reminder of the past, a time when he had indulged in forbidden pleasures with her mother, always careful to avoid her husband's watchful eyes.

The photoshoot had only enhanced Anna's reputation, earning her the title of "Angel of Korea," a moniker that both thrilled and infuriated her stepmother. Yeong Chan could understand the jealousy; Anna's beauty was a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous allure that could ensnare any man. Her stepmother, forever in her shadow, had despised the attention and adoration Anna received.

Now, as Anna stood before him, her face a mask of anger and betrayal, Yeong Chan felt a chill run down his spine. Those cold, beautiful eyes held a familiar look, one he had seen on her mother's face the last time he laid eyes on her. It was a look of disdain, of accusation, a silent promise of retribution. It was so different from the look she used to give him when her husband was away, a look of longing and desire, her lips parting in anticipation of the pleasure he would bring.

That night, he had gone to her with intentions of seduction, but something had changed. The usual passion was replaced with a cold, calculating need. He had taken her, not with the tenderness of a lover, but with the brutality of a man driven by a dark purpose. And then, he had ended her life, a decision that had haunted him ever since.

Now, as he looked at Anna, so stunningly similar to her mother, Yeong Chan felt a mix of fear and lust. Her eyes, filled with a dangerous intensity, seemed to see right through him, stripping him bare. She signaled to Jeha, her silent guardian, to leave the room, a move that sent a shiver of anticipation and dread through Yeong Chan. He knew what was coming; the time for secrets was over, and he was about to face the consequences of his past actions.

Anna's voice was steady, but her eyes blazed with a mix of curiosity and anger. "Tell me what happened that night," she demanded, her words echoing in the confined space of the room. Yeong Chan leaned back in his chair, a perverse smile playing on his lips as he began to recount the details of that fateful evening.

"Your mother," he started, his voice laced with a sickening satisfaction, "was always so eager. She would welcome me with open arms, her eyes filled with lust whenever her husband was away. That night was no different. She led me to her bedroom, her body already trembling with anticipation."

He paused, his gaze roving over Anna's form, as if imagining her mother in her place. "Her screams of pleasure echoed through the house, a symphony of desire that only I could satisfy. She was insatiable, always craving more, always begging for it harder."

Anna's expression darkened, her teeth clenched as she fought to maintain her composure. "You're lying," she spat. "My mother was not a slut. There's no way she would have slept with an ordinary old man like you."

Yeong Chan chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down Anna's spine. "Ah, but she did," he replied, his eyes glinting with a perverse delight. "And she loved every moment of it. Especially when I fucked her in your room, with you sleeping just a few feet away. She loved the danger, the thrill of almost getting caught."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "She would suck my cock with such fervor, her mouth warm and wet, her eyes locked on mine. It was a sight to behold, your mother on her knees, pleading for more."

Anna's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to control her rage. The image he painted was vile, a betrayal of everything she believed about her mother. But there was a part of her that couldn't help but wonder if there was any truth to his words, if her mother had indeed been capable of such acts.

Yeong Chan's smile widened, sensing her internal struggle. He knew he had planted a seed of doubt, a seed that would grow and fester, eating away at her certainty. And as he watched her, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that he had the power to shatter her world with just a few words.

Anna's voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief. "There's no way you were better than my father," she asserted, her words a desperate attempt to cling to the memories of her parents' seemingly perfect marriage. Yeong Chan's response was a sarcastic laugh, a sound that grated on her nerves.

"Your father," he began, his tone dripping with contempt, "was a waste. He could never satisfy his own wife. She would often complain about his lack of... endurance. And she would scream, oh how she would scream, about how much bigger and better my cock was compared to his."

Anna's face flushed with a combination of embarrassment and fury. "Prove it," she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper. Yeong Chan, with a wicked grin, slowly stood up and began to strip down his boxers, his movements deliberate and provocative. Anna instinctively covered her eyes, but the image of his naked form was already seared into her mind.

"Come now, Anna," Yeong Chan taunted, his voice low and seductive. "Look at it. See for yourself why your mother loved my cock so much."

Temptation gnawed at Anna, a primal curiosity that urged her to open her eyes. Slowly, she lowered her hands, her gaze drawn to the thick, large cock that swung between his thighs. It was a sight that both repulsed and fascinated her, a symbol of the power and pleasure that had driven her mother to such depths of desire.

His cock was impressive, thick and veined, with a head that glistened with a drop of pre-cum. It hung heavily between his thighs, a testament to the man's virility and the reason behind her mother's infidelity. Anna's thoughts raced, a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. She couldn't deny the allure, the raw, primal appeal of such a manly attribute.

Yeong Chan watched her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he saw the change in her expression. The daughter was just like the mother, he thought, a predatory smile spreading across his face. He made up his mind then, deciding that he would seduce her, claim her as he had her mother. The thought sent a surge of excitement through him, a promise of pleasure and conquest.

Anna, still captivated by the sight of his cock, felt a strange mix of emotions. Anger, betrayal, and a growing sense of curiosity. She knew she should look away, should deny the temptation, but something held her gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over her. And as she stood there, her thoughts a tangled mess of desire and disgust, she knew that she was on the precipice of a journey that would change her life forever.

Anna's denial was a fragile shield against the reality unfolding before her. She stepped closer to Yeong Chan, her eyes locked on the impressive cock that hung between his thighs. "Even if you had a big dick," she challenged, her voice wavering, "so what? That doesn't make my mother a slut."

Yeong Chan's smile was a mix of triumph and lust. "Ah, but it does," he replied, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Your mother loved tasting me, watching my cock grow bigger and bigger in her mouth. It was a thrill for her, a forbidden pleasure that she craved."

He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "She loved sucking me, especially when her husband was nearby. The excitement of sneakily pleasuring me, of knowing that she could be caught at any moment, drove her wild. She was a woman of desires, and I was the only one who could satisfy them."

A shiver ran through Anna's body, a mix of revulsion and curiosity. She couldn't help but think of Jeha, her boyfriend, standing guard just outside the door. The thought of him, unaware of the intimate scene unfolding inside, sent a strange thrill through her.

"Taste," Yeong Chan urged, his voice a whisper of temptation. "Taste me, and you'll understand. You'll know why your mother couldn't resist."

Anna hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The denial she had clung to was crumbling, replaced by a growing sense of curiosity and a primal urge to understand. Yeong Chan, sensing her wavering resolve, reached out and gently cupped her chin, his thumb brushing against her lips.

"Come on, Anna," he coaxed, his voice a low, seductive purr. "You have to do it yourself if you want to find out why your mother had an affair with me. Taste me, and you'll understand the power of pleasure, the allure of forbidden desire."

Anna's eyes flicked to his cock, the sight of it both intimidating and enticing. She could feel the pull, the magnetic draw of his words, and the promise of understanding. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she prepared to taste the truth for herself.

Anna knelt before Yeong Chan, her eyes locked on the thick, imposing cock that stood mere inches from her face. The musky scent of him filled her nostrils, a primal aroma that sent a shiver down her spine. She gulped, her throat dry with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Was it true? Did her mother really love sucking on this? The thought both repulsed and intrigued her.

With a tentative flick of her tongue, Anna tasted the precum that oozed from the tip of his cock. It was salty, bitter, and strangely intoxicating. She looked up, meeting Yeong Chan's gaze, and saw the teasing smile that played on his lips. It fueled her fury, a blaze of anger that only served to ignite her desire.

Her mouth moved, parting to take in the thick head of his cock. It stretched her lips, filling her mouth with a sensation of overwhelming fullness. Anna moaned, a sound of both protest and pleasure, as she tried to take more of him in. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.

She could feel his cock responding to her touch, hardening and growing inside her mouth. The sensation sent shivers down her body, a primal reaction to the power and virility he exuded. Her moans grew louder, a betrayal of her words and a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing.

Yeong Chan's smile widened, a knowing, mocking grin that only served to fuel her anger. "Your mother," he teased, his voice a low, seductive murmur, "she moaned just like you do. She loved the taste of me, the feel of my cock in her mouth. And now, here you are, doing the same."

Anna shook her head in denial, her eyes flashing with a mix of fury and confusion. "No," she tried to say, but the words were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her head moved up and down, a silent contradiction to her words. She couldn't deny the pleasure, the raw, primal allure of the act.

Her mouth continued to work, sucking and licking, as she tried to reconcile the reality of the moment with the images of her mother that haunted her mind. The thought of her mother in the same position, experiencing the same sensations, sent a wave of conflicting emotions through her. But despite her internal struggle, her body responded, her moans growing louder and more insistent as she succumbed to the pleasure of the act.

Anna's initial revulsion gave way to a growing addiction, a primal craving that consumed her senses. The big cock, once a source of disgust, now became a focal point of her desire, its musky scent a potent aphrodisiac that clouded her judgment. Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the sensation of his hot, hard flesh filling her mouth.

Her tongue began a slow, sensual exploration, tracing the length of his cock with a fervor that surprised even herself. The taste of him, the feel of him, the sheer power of his virility—it was intoxicating, a drug that coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her core.

Yeong Chan groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure that echoed in the confined space. "Just like your mother," he murmured, his voice a low, approving growl. "She learned fast, too. Didn't know a thing about blowjobs or sex before me. But after I showed her, she took my cock in every hole. Loved it, she did. Couldn't get enough of it."

Anna's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze with a mix of shock and curiosity. The image he painted was vivid, a tantalizing glimpse into a world of forbidden pleasures. Her mother, once a figure of virtue and restraint, transformed into a woman of insatiable desires, craving his cock with a fervor that mirrored her own growing obsession.

Her tongue continued its dance, swirling and licking, as she imagined her mother in the same position, experiencing the same overwhelming pleasure. The thought sent a jolt of excitement through her, a primal connection to her mother that transcended time and space.

Yeong Chan's breath hitched as he watched her, his eyes dark with lust. "Your mother," he continued, his voice a low, seductive murmur, "she wanted it every night. Couldn't sleep without my cock inside her. And now, here you are, learning everything fast. Seeing the way you use your tongue, I can tell you're going to be just like her."

Anna's moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. She couldn't deny the truth in his words, the undeniable allure of his cock, the raw, primal need that consumed her. Her body responded, her hips grinding against the air as she imagined the sensation of his cock filling her, stretching her, claiming her as he had her mother.

The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, a symphony of moans and groans that spoke of a desire as old as time itself. And as Anna continued to suck, her body aching with a need she couldn't deny, she knew that she was crossing a line, a point of no return, into a world of pleasure and passion that would forever change her.

Yeong Chan's hips began to move, a slow, deliberate thrust that sent his cock deeper into Anna's mouth. He teased her, his voice a low, mocking murmur. "Your boyfriend, Jeha, is just outside, making sure no one disturbs us. And here you are, on your knees, sucking my cock. Isn't that something? Your mother was quite the performer, too."

Anna's moans grew louder, a mix of excitement and humiliation. The thought of Jeha, her protector, unaware of her submission, sent a shiver of forbidden pleasure through her. Yeong Chan's hands gripped her head, holding her in place as he continued his taunting.

"Your mother," he said, his voice a low, seductive purr, "she once sucked me off right behind your father and you, while you were all watching TV. She was in the kitchen, her mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking me like there was no tomorrow. And do you know what she did with my cum? She used it to mix in your father's drinks. Can you believe that? She was that obsessed."

Anna tried to shake her head in denial, but Yeong Chan's grip was firm, his cock filling her mouth, silencing her protests. Her eyes watered as he pushed deeper, the thick head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, choking her on its length. She could feel him growing harder, his cock swelling and pulsing with a life of its own.

"Now, you know," Yeong Chan said, his voice a low, triumphant growl, "why your mother was so obsessed with my cock. It's a power, a pleasure that consumes you. And now, you're experiencing it too."

Anna's body responded, her nipples hardening, her pussy aching with a need she couldn't ignore. The taste of him, the feel of him, the sheer power of his virility—it was overwhelming, a drug that clouded her judgment and consumed her senses. Her moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure and surrender, as she succumbed to the allure of his cock, a cock that had once belonged to her mother, and now, to her.

Yeong Chan pulled his cock out of Anna's mouth with a wet, obscene pop, leaving her gasping and retching, her lips glistening with a mix of her saliva and his precum. The sudden absence of his cock in her mouth left her feeling empty, her body aching for more.

Jeha's voice cut through the haze of her desire, a knock at the door accompanied by his concerned inquiry. "What's wrong?" he called out, his voice a distant echo in the fog of her lust.

Anna panicked, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She turned to Yeong Chan, seeking guidance, and he simply placed his cock back on her lips, a silent command to continue. She obeyed, her mouth wrapping around his length as she replied, "It's okay... here."

Yeong Chan's hands fisted in her hair, controlling her movements as he guided her face back and forth on his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the thick, hard flesh filling her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. His cock was drenched in her spit, glistening and slick, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

After a while, Yeong Chan pulled back, his cock popping out of her mouth with a wet sound. He held it up, presenting his heavy, low-hanging balls to her. Anna looked at them, confusion and curiosity warring in her eyes. Yeong Chan's voice was a low, seductive murmur as he explained, "Your mother used to love sucking on my balls. She would take them in her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, savoring the taste of me."

Anna's mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She wanted to prove herself, to show him that she could do better than her mother. With a determined look, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took his balls into her mouth. The sensation was strange, a mix of softness and weight, a new frontier of pleasure that she was eager to explore.

Yeong Chan groaned, a deep, guttural sound of approval as he watched her. He placed his thick, hard cock on her face, the length of it stretching across her small, exquisite features. The sight was obscene, a testament to the power and virility he exuded, and the submission and desire she embodied. Anna's tongue swirled around his balls, her mouth working him with a fervor that matched her growing obsession.

Yeong Chan's grip on her hair was firm, almost brutal, as he lifted her head, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her lips, swollen and glistening with a mix of his precum and her saliva, parted in a silent plea. He chuckled, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Does she want this cock inside her?" he asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur. Anna shook her head, her denial a weak whisper. "No."

But Yeong Chan saw the truth in her actions, the way her thighs rubbed together beneath the thin fabric of her white one-piece dress. The dress, which barely reached her thighs, offered a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, toned skin. He knew she was turned on, her body betraying her with every subtle movement.

The humiliation of wanting the cock of the man who had killed her mother was a bitter pill to swallow, a conflict that raged within her. Anna's struggle was evident, her body aching with a need she couldn't deny, even as her mind rebelled against the truth.

With a sudden, powerful movement, Yeong Chan pulled her up, his hands gripping her slender waist with a possessive strength. He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the desk, her back arching as she landed on the hard surface. Anna struggled, her body instinctively resisting, but Yeong Chan's grip was unyielding.

His hands moved to her jaw, his fingers tracing the soft, delicate skin of her face. Anna shuddered, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. His touch was electric, a promise of pleasure and pain that left her breathless and wanting more.

Yeong Chan's hips pressed against her, his thick, hard cock rubbing against her inner thigh. The sensation was intoxicating, the heat of his flesh searing her skin, leaving a trail of his dripping precum in its wake. Anna's breath hitched, her body responding to his touch, her thighs spreading involuntarily, inviting him closer.

Yeong Chan's mouth moved towards Anna's, his lips parting in anticipation. She turned her head, a futile attempt to resist the inevitable, but his hands were firm on her jaw, turning her face back to his. His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, his tongue licking and sucking at her tender, sexy lips with a skill that belied his age.

Anna moaned, a soft, desperate sound that escaped her lips as his hips began to move. His cock, thick and hard, rubbed against her milky white thighs, leaving a trail of heat and wetness in its wake. The sensation was overwhelming, a primal allure that sent shivers down her spine and made her body ache with need.

His mouth captured hers, his tongue invading her mouth with a fierce, demanding kiss. Anna resisted at first, her tongue battling his, but his skill was unmatched. He teased and explored, his tongue dancing with hers in a seductive rhythm that left her breathless and wanting more.

His other hand, the one not gripping her jaw, began a slow, tantalizing journey up her thigh. His fingertips traced a path of fire, teasing her sensitive skin, making her shiver and moan. The hair on her body stood up, goosebumps erupting as his touch sent electric shocks through her body.

Anna's resistance crumbled, her body surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure. She kissed him back, her lips moving in sync with his, her tongue exploring his mouth with a newfound fervor. Her hands found their way around his neck, clutching at him, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear.

His teasing of her inner thigh was relentless, his fingers dancing and exploring, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Anna moaned again and again, her voice a symphony of desire and surrender. Her body arched against his, her hips moving in a silent plea for more, her thighs spreading wider, inviting him to explore further.

The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, their moans a duet of pleasure and passion. Anna's mind was a haze of lust, her body aching with a need that only Yeong Chan could satisfy. And as his cock continued its slow, teasing dance against her thigh, she knew that she was lost, a willing participant in a game of pleasure and pain that would leave her forever changed.

Yeong Chan's hand finally found its way to Anna's pussy, his fingers teasing and exploring the damp fabric of her panties. He chuckled, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Look at you," he taunted, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Your pussy is drenched, just like your mother's used to be. She would leak just from a kiss, a mere touch of my lips on hers."

Anna moaned loudly, her body arching as his fingers continued their teasing dance. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and humiliation that left her breathless and wanting more. Yeong Chan's fingers, slick with her juices, emerged from beneath her panties, a glistening testament to her arousal.

"Slutty little thing, aren't you?" he teased, his voice a low, approving growl. "Look at how wet you are. Your mother was the same, always ready and willing, always leaking for me."

Anna shook her head, a silent denial, but her body betrayed her. Her moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his hand as his fingers once again found their way to her pussy. He teased and explored, his fingers dancing and circling, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

He fingered her with a skill that left her trembling and shuddering on top of the table. His fingers moved in and out of her, slow and deep, then fast and shallow, each movement designed to drive her wild. Anna's body responded, her hips moving in sync with his fingers, her moans a symphony of pleasure and surrender.

Suddenly, her body tensed, her muscles clenching as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. She squirted, a jet of water gushing out of her pussy, coating the floor beneath her. She screamed, her voice a high-pitched cry of ecstasy as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Yeong Chan chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "Look at you," he teased, his voice a low, mocking murmur. "Leaking like a fountain, just like your mother. She used to squirt all over me.”

Anna's body continued to shudder, her pussy clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She was a mess of pleasure and humiliation, her body betraying her with every shudder and moan. And as Yeong Chan continued to tease and explore.

Yeong Chan's hands deftly parted her panties, the thin fabric offering little resistance. He used his hand to guide his cock, placing the thick head against her pussy lips. He rubbed it up and down, the sensation of his hot, hard flesh against her sensitive skin sending electric shocks through her body. Anna arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as she felt the incredible pressure and heat of his cock against her pussy.

"Enjoying it, aren't you?" Yeong Chan teased, his voice a low, mocking murmur. "Your body is betraying you, little one. You're so wet, so ready for me."

Anna gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. Her thighs trembled with each touch of his cock, her body responding to his teasing with a primal need. He rubbed against her engorged clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her buck and moan despite her best efforts to resist.

"Come on, beg for it," Yeong Chan urged, his voice a low, demanding growl. "Beg for my cock, little one. Let me hear those pretty lips plead for what they want."

Anna resisted, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to deny him, to maintain her dignity, but her body betrayed her with every shudder and moan. Her hips bucked, her pussy grinding against his cock, a silent plea for more.

Finally, with a low, triumphant groan, Yeong Chan entered her. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain as her tight, untouched pussy stretched to accommodate his thick, hard cock. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of satisfaction as he felt the incredible tightness of her walls clenching around him.

"Fuck, you're tight," he murmured, his voice a low, approving growl. "I'm sure your boyfriend is pathetically small, or maybe you've never had a real man inside you before."

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through Anna's body, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Yeong Chan's voice was a low, mocking murmur in her ear, his words designed to humiliate and excite.

"Your mother was just like this," he teased, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Tight and wet, ready for me. And your father, he was pathetically small, just like your boyfriend, I bet. That's why she needed me, why she craved my cock. And now, here you are, just like her, begging for it."

Anna's body responded, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts, her moans a symphony of pleasure and surrender. She was lost in the sensation, her body aching with a need that only Yeong Chan could satisfy. And as he continued to fuck her, his cock filling her, stretching her, claiming her, she knew that she was forever changed.

Yeong Chan's thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement designed to allow Anna's body to adjust to the incredible size of his cock. He could feel her pussy stretching, her walls clenching and unclenching as he carved his way inside her, molding her to his shape. His thick length touched every part of her, filling her completely, leaving no space untouched.

Anna moaned, her body arching up off the table as she clung to the edge, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. Her back curved, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her dress, the material straining to contain her perky, soft mounds.

Yeong Chan's hands were busy, slowly stripping her of her dress. The fabric slid down her body, revealing inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin. Her perky boobs finally came into full view, her nipples hard and erect, begging for his touch.

He cupped her full breasts, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Anna moaned even louder, her body responding to his touch, her hips bucking against his cock. His thumbs circled her nipples, teasing and tormenting the sensitive buds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

His rhythm was relentless, a slow, steady fuck that left her breathless and wanting more. With each thrust, he could feel her body adjusting, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. And as he continued to fuck her, his hands exploring her body, teasing and tormenting her sensitive flesh, he could feel her ass grinding back against him, a silent plea for more.

Anna's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Her body was a landscape of sensation, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Yeong Chan's cock filled her completely, his hands on her breasts, his mouth on her neck, his teeth nipping and biting at her sensitive skin.

He could feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching as she approached the edge of ecstasy. Her pussy tightened around his cock, her walls milking him, urging him deeper. And as he continued to fuck her, his rhythm unbroken, his hands and mouth exploring her body, he knew that he was claiming her, marking her as his, forever changing her with each thrust of his cock.

Yeong Chan lifted Anna effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as her hands clutched at his neck. His mouth found her breasts, his lips and tongue teasing and tormenting her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He smacked into her, his cock filling her completely with each thrust, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm.

Anna's body responded, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, her moans growing louder with each smack of his flesh against hers. She squirted again, her juices coating his cock, a testament to the pleasure he was giving her.

With a low, triumphant groan, Yeong Chan pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He sprayed his cum, ropes of hot, sticky seed coating her stomach and breasts. But he wasn't done yet. He pushed back into her, his cock hard and thick, ready to claim her again.

Anna's resolve crumbled, her body betraying her with every thrust. He walked with her, his cock never leaving her pussy, and placed her back against the door, just behind Jeha. She tried to wiggle away, a futile attempt to regain some semblance of control, but a thrust from Yeong Chan made her forget everything. Her revenge, her mother, her boyfriend—all of it faded into the background, replaced by the overwhelming need for his cock deep inside her.

Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender as she bounced on his cock. Yeong Chan's mouth was on her breasts, his lips and teeth nibbling and sucking at her perky mounds, sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. His hands explored her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, playing and teasing as he smacked into her.

The sound of flesh against flesh filled the air, a primal, obscene symphony that matched the rhythm of their bodies. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Anna, her body trembling and shuddering with each impact. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, filling her completely, stretching her, claiming her.

Anna's body tensed, her muscles clenching as another orgasm washed over her. She shivered, her pussy milking his cock, urging him deeper. And still, Yeong Chan continued, his rhythm unbroken, his cock hard and ready, a testament to his virility and stamina.

He teased her, his voice a low, mocking murmur in her ear. "Look at you, little one. So wet, so ready for me. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind doesn't."

Anna's only response was a moan, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was lost in the sensation, her body aching with a need that only Yeong Chan could satisfy. And as he continued to fuck her, his cock filling her, his hands and mouth exploring her body, she knew that she was forever changed, a willing participant in a game of pleasure and pain that would leave her forever marked.

Anna finally let go, her body taking control as she pushed Yeong Chan towards the desk. She mounted him, her sweaty body glistening under the harsh light, her perky boobs bouncing with each movement. She lined up his cock with her pussy, her eyes locked on his as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

The sensation was overwhelming, his thick, hard cock filling her completely, stretching her, claiming her. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pleasure as she took him inch by inch, her body adjusting to his size. Her hips began to move, a slow, sensual grind that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Tell me," she panted, her voice a mix of desire and curiosity. "How did my mom ride you? Was she as tight as me? Did she take you as deep?"

Yeong Chan groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her boobs, his fingers teasing and tormenting her nipples. "Your mother," he began, his voice a low, approving growl, "she was good, but you... you're something else. Tighter, wetter, more responsive. She couldn't take me as deep as you do."

Anna moaned, her body responding to his words, her hips moving faster, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock. She could feel him hitting deep inside her, his cock touching parts of her that had never been explored before. Each thrust sent her gasping, her body buckling as she took him deeper and deeper.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance of pleasure and passion. Anna rode him like a woman possessed, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm, her moans filling the room. Yeong Chan matched her thrust for thrust, his hips lifting off the desk, his cock driving into her with a force that left her breathless.

The competition between them was fierce, each trying to outdo the other, to push the boundaries of pleasure and pain. Anna's body tensed, her muscles clenching as she approached the edge of ecstasy. She came with a scream, her pussy milking his cock, urging him deeper, harder.

Yeong Chan groaned, a low, guttural sound of pleasure as he rode along her climax, his own orgasm building, threatening to consume him. Anna didn't let go, her pussy continuing to milk him, her hands reaching back to fondle his balls, rolling and squeezing them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck, you're a complete slut, just like your mom," Yeong Chan groaned, his voice a low, approving murmur. "You can't live without a cock now, can you? What are you going to do?"

Anna moaned, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "I'm going to fuck you every day," she panted, her voice a mix of desire and determination. "Every day, as revenge for my mom. I'm going to milk you dry, or fuck you to death."

Yeong Chan came with a roar, his cock pulsing and spurting, filling her with ropes of hot, thick cum. Anna threw her head back, a scream of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt the hot burst of his seed inside her. She rode out his orgasm, her body milking him, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, drawing out every last drop of his cum.

The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, their moans a symphony of pleasure and satisfaction. Anna's body shuddered, her pussy still spasming, still clenching around his cock as she came down from her high. She was a mess of pleasure and cum, her body coated in a sheen of sweat, her pussy dripping with his seed.

And as she collapsed on top of him, her body spent and sated, she knew that she had found her purpose, her revenge. She would fuck him every day, until he was milked dry, until he was fucked to death. And she would enjoy every moment of it, every thrust, every orgasm, every drop of his cum.

Anna slowly slid off Yeong Chan, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their intense encounter. She stood up, her legs unsteady, and grabbed a cloth to clean herself up. As she tended to her own body, she turned her attention to him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and determination.

She took the cloth and began to clean his cock, her movements slow and deliberate, almost reverential. Yeong Chan watched her, a smirk playing on his lips as he enjoyed the sight of her servicing him, even in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

"Listen to me, you bastard," Anna said, her voice steady and commanding despite the lingering traces of pleasure in her tone. "You're going to repay me. You're going to fuck me with that cock of yours until your dying breath. Every day, you hear me? Every fucking day. Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in jail. I'll see to it that you never see the light of day again."

Yeong Chan chuckled, a low, mocking sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Is that so, little one?" he replied, his voice a low, seductive purr. "You're just like your mother, you know. She had the same fire, the same determination. And look at her—she ended up begging for my cock, just like you are now."

Anna's grip on his cock tightened, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and lust. "I'm not begging," she retorted, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "I'm commanding. You will fuck me, and you will do it until you can't fuck anymore. That's your repayment for what you did to my mother. That's your sentence."

Yeong Chan's laughter filled the room, a sound of pure, unadulterated amusement. "Very well, little one," he said, his voice a low, approving murmur. "I accept your terms. I'll fuck you every day, until my dying breath. But remember, you're the one who's going to be begging for more in the end. Just like your mother did."

Anna finished cleaning him up, her movements efficient and almost clinical. As she stood back, she looked down at him, her expression a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. "Good," she said, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Because I plan on making you work for every second of your freedom. And I plan on enjoying every moment of it."