"tu me fais tourner la tête"

You could feel Chan’s thighs trembling underneath you but he couldn’t stop ferociously fucking into you. Sat at one of the black leather seats in his studio, the only sound that could be heard was both of your exausted pants.“ Did you miss this babygirl?” he managed to get out before increasing his speed so quickly that you thought that he might be able to poke through your bellybutton soon.

You could only whimper out a faint “yes”, your orgasm fast approaching. Feeling your walls begin to clench around him he took one of his hands off your hips to put it on your neck. Pressing down just as hard as you liked it he stared straight into your eyes “come for me” he whispered. You would have done it anyway but just by looking at him you felt it all over your body, it seemingly going on for ever before collapsing on top of him.

Chan bent you over the kitchen table, his arms still sweaty from the gym. In a swift motion he pulled your skirt up and your panties to the side, his large fingers teasing your entrance, the cold silver rings making you shiver with anticipation.

“I've been thinking about this all day” he whispered, his grip on your wrist becoming extremely hard. After circling your entrance for what feels like forever, he presses two fingers inside harshly, smirking at the feeling of your wetness. Pumping in and out slowly, your whimpers and cries only making him harder, you were trying to meet his movements with your hips.

He stops you, grabbing your ass on each side and quickly kneeling in front of your heat, attacking your center viciously, making you press your upper body firmly on the table loud moans escaping you. To this he responds with a finger inside you, making your legs tremble like crazy, and you beg for him to make you cum like this. But he had other plans, and just as you were nearing your release, he stands up and pushed his sweatpants down to his knees, freeing his cock and pumping it a few times.

You were so ready for him, your arousal practically dripping down your thighs. When you feel his strong hands on your ass again, you let out a relieved sigh and press your cheek onto the cold wood in order to turn around and see how he enters you. With a smirk on your direction, he takes his hand and aligns himself with you. He pushes in deeply without warning, making you cry out in pleasure. He grips your hips so strongly that you can already picture the bruises that you will have tomorrow but for the time being you wish that you could stay like this forever.

His grip moves from your ass you your waist, circling it with one arm to bring you closer to him. With his free hand, he goes crazy on your clit, making you see the stars.

As you come around him, he can't handle the tighteness, pumping in and out of you like a madman, his release only seconds away.

“On your knees” he manages to grunt out and you obey like your life depended on it

The cold kitchen tiles underneath you are a contrast to his warm hand on your chin, as the other one pumps himself over your plush lips, you sticking your tongue out to taste him.