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"Ahh... Ahhh... Yess baby fill me, breed me before you go," Mina gasped, her nails digging into the sweat-slick skin of her husband's shoulders as she rocked against him. The bedroom smelled like sex and the faintest hint of his cologne, clinging stubbornly to the air even as the ceiling fan spun lazily above them. She tightened around him, arching her back as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise—something she'd complain about tomorrow, but right now, she wanted the marks.

When it was over, her legs gave out entirely, and she slumped forward onto his chest, breath ragged. His heartbeat thudded against her ear, fast but steadying, while his fingers traced lazy circles between her shoulder blades. "See you in two weeks, honey," he murmured, voice rough, lips pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. The deployment was always hanging over them, but at least this part—the goodbye—was good. Better than good.

She exhaled shakily, blinking back the burn behind her eyelids. His flight left at dawn, and she already missed him, even though he was still here, still warm under her. The sheets were twisted around his legs, the bedside lamp casting long shadows over the mess of clothes they'd abandoned an hour ago. "Bring me back something stupid," she mumbled into his collarbone, forcing lightness into her voice. "Like... a snow globe from some desert base."

He chuckled, low and familiar, his thumb brushing the curve of her cheekbone. "Deal. Just don't cry when it breaks in transit." Mina pinched his side, but she was smiling—right up until the alarm on his phone buzzed, slicing through the quiet. Time up.

A week later, the grainy glow of her laptop screen lit the hollows of her collarbones as she slumped against the headboard, legs spread wide. His voice crackled through the speakers—"You look fucking gorgeous like that"—while his fist moved in slow, deliberate strokes, his eyes locked on hers. She moaned, two fingers curling inside herself, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit just the way he knew she liked. "Miss you," she gasped, and his groan was ragged, desperate.

When they came—her thighs trembling, his release striping the hotel sink—she didn't look away. She watched him shudder, watched his chest rise and fall, and only then did she let the tears spill. "Tell me about the desert," she whispered after, voice raw. Not about the sand or the heat, but about the stars—how they looked from his side of the world.

He hesitated, thumb pausing mid-swipe over the screen like he wanted to wipe her cheeks clean. "They're brighter," he admitted softly. "Like someone turned the contrast up." And just like that, they weren't talking about stars anymore. They were talking about the distance, the ache, the way home felt like a myth some nights.

Mina laughed wetly, pressing her fingertips to the laptop screen where his face blurred under the shitty Wi-Fi. "Bullshit," she said. "You can't even see Orion from there."

The screen flickered with static as his breath hitched—one sharp, audible pause. Then, quieter than the hum of the laptop fan: "I'm sorry."

Mina stilled, fingers sticky against her thigh. "For what?" The words came out flat, defenses rising before she even knew why.

Mina's fingers twitched against her thigh, the drying mess forgotten as the words settled heavy between them. "You're—" she started, then stopped, throat working around the jagged edges of her own disbelief. The laptop screen flickered again, distorting his face into something unfamiliar, and for a wild, dizzying second, she wondered if she'd misheard him entirely.

His voice cracked through the speakers like a dry branch snapping—too loud, too sudden. "Not being there when you need...this." His hand gestured vaguely at the screen, at her sprawled legs, the flushed skin of her thighs still glistening. The admission hung between them, raw and ugly in its honesty, and Mina felt her stomach twist. She hadn't realized how much she'd been waiting for him to say it—how much she'd needed him to acknowledge the gaping absence between them, not just in miles but in touch, in warmth, in the way his breath used to hitch against her neck.

The screen flickered again, and this time, his face pixelated into something unreadable. "Maybe you can think about it," he murmured, the words deliberate, weighted. She knew what he meant without him spelling it out—the suggestion he'd tossed out weeks ago, half-joking, half-desperate, after a particularly rough deployment call. Her fingers clenched against the sheets. "I'm really okay if you get fucked by a big black dick," he added, voice low, and the crude phrasing made her flinch even as heat coiled low in her belly.

"Yeah, I know it," she muttered, flexing her hand unconsciously, palm-up, as if measuring. "But I don't know if I can handle a big black cock the size of my hand." The admission slipped out before she could stop it, and she bit her lip, suddenly Hyperaware of how ridiculous she sounded—how small, how naive. There was a beat of silence, then his chuckle, warm and familiar, crackled through the speakers.

"Yeah, just think about it," he said, softer now. "When you're ready, you can call me later." The call ended before she could reply, the screen snapping black, leaving her alone with the echo of her own heartbeat and the phantom weight of a decision she wasn't sure she wanted to make.

Three days later, Mina found herself staring at her phone, Taeyeon's contact pulled up—the one friend who'd always been a little too honest about her preferences. ("Once you go black," she'd giggled once, flushed from wine, "you'll literally never go back.") Mina's thumb hovered over the call button, her pulse thrumming in her wrists. What the hell was she even going to say? "Hey, can we meet at my house 1:00 pm?"

The coffee in Mina's mug had gone cold by the time Taeyeon arrived, her boots clicking against the hardwood as she slid onto the couch with the ease of someone who'd been here a hundred times. "So," Taeyeon said, blowing steam off her own cup, "you finally decided to ask me about that dick, huh?" Her smirk was infuriatingly knowing, and Mina's fingers tightened around her mug.

"It's not—I'm not cheating," Mina muttered, heat crawling up her neck. "He literally told me to." Taeyeon's eyebrow arched, and Mina exhaled sharply. "He's deployed for months, okay? And he said—" She faltered, the words sticking in her throat. Taeyeon leaned forward, elbows on her knees, suddenly serious.

"Wow," Taeyeon murmured after a beat, shaking her head. "Your husband's got a fucking massive heart." Mina laughed, startled, the sound brittle. "Or," Taeyeon added, grinning now, "he's got a kink the size of Texas." Mina choked on her coffee, and Taeyeon patted her back, still grinning. "Relax, babe. You're gonna love it."

Taeyeon leaned back, crossing her legs, her expression turning thoughtful. "First time I fucked a black guy," she said, voice dropping low, "I thought I was gonna split in half." Mina's breath caught. Taeyeon smirked, tracing the rim of her mug with a fingertip. "No joke—he was thick, and I was tight. Hurt like hell at first." She shrugged, but her eyes darkened with memory. "Then he took his time, worked me open slow, and by the time he bottomed out..." She exhaled, slow and deliberate. "I came so hard I saw stars."

Mina swallowed, her throat dry. Taeyeon's gaze flicked to her, sharp and assessing. "You scared?" Mina hesitated, then nodded. Taeyeon's smile softened. "Good. Means you're not stupid." She leaned forward again, voice dropping to a whisper. "It's gonna hurt at first. But if he knows what he's doing—and trust me, they know—it'll be the best fucking pain you've ever felt."

Taeyeon's fingers hovered above her own lap, tracing an invisible shape in the air. "That first stretch? Like fire and ice at the same time. You'll feel every ridge, every vein, like your body's suddenly hyperaware it was built for this." She paused, eyes locked on Mina's. "And when he finally pushes past that last bit of resistance? You'll scream. Not because it's too much, but because it's exactly enough."

Mina's fingers trembled around her mug. Taeyeon's smirk returned, wicked now. "Then comes the fun part," she murmured, shifting slightly on the couch. "Once you're stretched, once you're dripping? That's when they really start moving. And honey, they don't fuck—they claim. Every thrust rearranges your guts, reminds you who's in charge. You'll come so hard your vision blurs."

The ceramic clinked against the coffee table as Mina set it down, her thighs pressing together reflexively. Taeyeon laughed, low and throaty. "Oh, you're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" She leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Imagine it: hands pinning your hips down, that thick cock splitting you open—slow at first, then deeper, harder, until you're so full you can't breathe." Mina's pulse thundered in her ears.

"And then," Taeyeon continued, her own breath hitching slightly, "right when you think you can't take another inch? That's when he'll pull out almost all the way—just the tip inside—and slam back in so hard your toes curl. That's the minute. That's when you forget your own name." Mina's lips parted on a silent gasp, her nails digging into her own thighs.

Taeyeon's fingers mimed the motion—slow, teasing withdrawal, then a sudden, brutal thrust that made Mina jolt. "That first time he bottoms out? Your brain whites out. You'll just... stop. No thoughts, just pure, dumb sensation—his hips grinding against yours, the stretch burning so good you'll sob." She leaned closer, her perfume sharp and floral. "That's getting blacked. One perfect minute where you're nothing but a wet, willing hole."

Mina's breath hitched, her thighs slicking further apart as Taeyeon whispered, "And when he starts really moving? Oh, honey." Her fingers curled in the air like claws. "You'll squirt before he even gets a rhythm going—just one hard thrust and your body betrays you, gushing all over his thighs." Mina shuddered, imagining the hot spill between her legs, the shameful thrill of losing control like that. "Second time?" Taeyeon's grin turned feral. "He'll angle up, hit that spongy spot behind your clit, and you'll scream through another gush, no warning."

The third time would be worse—or better, depending on who you asked. Taeyeon's voice dropped to a husk. "By then, you're so overstimulated every nerve's on fire. He'll palm your clit while he fucks you, rough and fast, and you'll come so hard you piss yourself a little." Mina whimpered, her hips twitching at the thought—the mess, the humiliation, the way his grip would tighten, forcing her to take it.

Taeyeon's eyes darkened with shared memory. "And the fourth?" She exhaled sharply. "That's when you black out for real. He'll fold you in half, drive into you like he's trying to reach your throat, and you'll wake up dizzy, drooling, with his cum leaking out of you."

Her pupils dilated as she leaned forward, voice cracking. "The first time it happened to me? I came so hard my vision tunneled. Eyes rolled back for a full minute while he kept pounding, my body jerking like a puppet." She mimicked the motion, head lolling, tongue pressing against her teeth in a grotesque parody of ecstasy. "Couldn't even blink. Just... gone."

Mina's breath stuttered when Taeyeon gripped her own knees, demonstrating the angle. "Doggy was worse—spread wider than you think possible, his hips slamming into your ass so hard it jiggles." Her fingers dug into invisible sheets. "Kept trying to crawl away but he just hooked a thumb in my asshole and dragged me back onto his cock—like reloading a fucking shotgun."

Taeyeon's thighs trembled as she mimicked the motion—hands braced against the couch, hips rolling back in a slow, filthy grind. "He'd pull out till just the ridge was inside," she gasped, her voice rough, "then ram back in so deep my stomach bulged." Mina's mouth watered at the thought—the brutal stretch, the way her own belly would distend under the force.

"And cowgirl?" Taeyeon's laugh was jagged as she rocked forward, her palm pressing down on an imaginary chest. "You think you're in control until he grabs your hips and starts jackhammering up into you." Her fingers flexed, illustrating the grip—hard enough to bruise. "Bounces you like a fucking puppet, your tits slapping your chin, his balls slapping your ass—whole bed shaking like a earthquake."

Mina's pulse hammered between her legs, her panties soaked through. Taeyeon leaned in, her breath hot against Mina's ear. "Best part? When he finally cums." Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. "They pump so much you feel it—thick ropes hitting your cervix like a fucking firehose. You'll still be dripping him out three days later."

Taeyeon shifted suddenly, demonstrating—her strong arms hoisting an invisible partner effortlessly, thighs clamping around empty air. "But air-fucking?" She grinned, muscles flexing as she mimed being lifted, her back arching. "First time he pinned me against the wall, I thought my spine would snap. Then he hooked my legs over his elbows and just—" She gasped, hips jerking upward in a sharp thrust. "No bed, no mercy. Just his cock spearing up into me while my back scraped the drywall."

Mina watched, transfixed, as Taeyeon's fingers dug into her own thighs, illustrating the grip. "He held me like a fucking ragdoll—one arm crushing my waist, the other hand fisted in my hair." Her head yanked back in a silent scream. "Every thrust lifted me higher, toes kicking empty air, until I was bouncing on nothing but his dick. Felt like being fucked by a piston—deep, mechanical, no escape."

Taeyeon's breath hitched, her hips rolling forward with a wet smack of imaginary impact. "And then—" Her voice cracked. "The queefs." Mina blinked. Taeyeon grinned, wicked. "Oh, you think you're ready for that? Try holding dignity when his cock's so thick it's pumping air into you with every stroke." She clapped her hands together sharply, mimicking the obscene sound. "Pffft—pfft-pffft—like a goddamn whoopee cushion every time he pulled out."

Taeyeon's laughter was breathless, her fingers fluttering between her legs like trapped birds. "Worst part? The deeper he went, the louder it got. Rhythm matching his thrusts—schlick-PFFT—schlick-PFFT—until I was just a gaping, gasping mess." Her thighs squeezed together reflexively. "He laughed so hard he came early, still buried inside me. Felt his dick twitching while my pussy sang backup."

She shifted on the couch, fabric rasping against skin still hypersensitive days later. "Couldn't even cross my legs properly for three days," Taeyeon admitted, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Every time I sat down? Cool air rushing in where I was stretched too wide. Like leaving a window open in winter—except it was my cunt letting in drafts." Mina's breath hitched, her own thighs pressing together at the phantom sensation.

Taeyeon traced a fingertip along the couch seam, illustrating. "Showered at the gym next morning? Water hit my swollen clit and I came again—just from the pressure. Had to bite my fist so hard I left marks." Her teeth flashed in a grin. "Then some poor girl walked in while I was bent over drying my hair. Said my pussy lips were still puffed up purple like overripe plums."

Mina's fingers twitched toward her own thighs, imagining the ache—the shameful pride of being so thoroughly used. Taeyeon leaned in, her perfume spiked with something darker now. "Best part?" Her nail tapped Mina's kneecap. "When you finally clench shut again? Feels like your cunt's throwing a fucking welcome home party. Every step reminds you what stretched you open."

The front door clicked shut behind Taeyeon at 5:58 PM, leaving Mina alone with the echo of her own pulse between her legs. At 6:02, her phone buzzed—a new contact, saved simply as "black man" with a winking emoji. The clock ticked to 6:05 when she finally hit send on the message to her husband, her thumbs clumsy with anticipation: honey, my friend Taeyeon just give her 'black man' contact i will meet him at our house at 8 pm. I will call u my situation when we are done, love you honey.

At 7:59, the doorbell rang—two sharp pulses that vibrated up Mina's spine. She opened the door to a silhouette that blotted out the porch light, shoulders spanning the frame like a goddamn eclipse. "You're early," she breathed, fingers curling around the doorjamb. He wasn't just big; he was impossible, his shadow stretching across the floorboards as he stepped inside—six-foot-five if he was an inch, biceps straining against his rolled sleeves, the scent of sandalwood and sweat hitting her like a wall. His smile flashed white in the dim hallway. "Nah," he rumbled, the bass in his voice resonating deep in her pelvis. "Just right."

Without hesitation, he grabbed the front of her sundress—the one she'd agonized over for hours—and tore it clean down the middle. Buttons pinged against the hardwood like gunshots, fabric splitting with a sound like ripping parchment. Mina gasped as cool air hit her bare skin, nipples pebbling instantly under his gaze. "Don't wear a bra," he mused, calloused thumbs brushing her stiff peaks, "no panties,"—his palm slid down her stomach to cup her dripping cunt—"and already wet." His grin turned feral as he lifted his glistening fingers to her lips. "Perfect slut for me."

His hands slid under her thighs like she weighed nothing, hoisting her up against the foyer wall with a thud that rattled the framed photos. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist—then locked tighter when she felt the iron-hard ridge of his cock pressing through his jeans. He kissed her like a starving man, tongue plunging deep, teeth scraping her lower lip until she whimpered. Mina clawed at his shoulders, trying to keep up, but he swallowed every gasp, every broken moan, his grip bruising where he held her hips pinned against the plaster.

He broke the kiss suddenly, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. "Where?" The word was ragged, a demand more than a question. Mina barely registered her own trembling finger pointing down the hallway—too busy staring at the wet spot darkening his jeans where her slick had soaked through. His growl vibrated against her throat as he kissed her again, walking them blindly toward the bedroom while she clung to him, her bare back scraping the wallpaper.

When her knees hit the mattress, he dropped her unceremoniously onto the duvet. Her lips were swollen, tingling from his teeth, and her legs fell open automatically—not from eagerness but from some primal instinct that recognized resistance was futile. He stood over her, stripping off his shirt with one sharp tug, buttons pinging against the nightstand. Moonlight caught the sweat-slick ridges of his abdomen, the thick veins running down his forearms as he unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. The leather slid free with a whisper that made Mina's thighs twitch.

"Fuck, I don't know—it's so big," Mina gasped, her voice cracking as he finally pushed his jeans down past his hips. The sheer mass of him was obscene—thick, heavy, curving up toward his navel with a ruddy flush darkening the shaft. He smirked, wrapping one broad hand around the base and squeezing just enough to make a vein pulse visibly. "Nine inches length," he said matter-of-factly, thumb rubbing the swollen head, smearing precum down the shaft, "seven and a half inches girth." Mina whimpered, her cunt clenching around nothing. It looked like a fucking tumor, like something that belonged in a medical textbook under "anatomical anomaly."

He knelt between her thighs with predatory patience, his calloused fingertips skating up her inner thighs—slow, teasing, avoiding the slick heat between them until Mina was writhing. "Please," she begged, hips lifting off the mattress, but he just chuckled, spreading her wider with his thumbs to examine her glistening folds. "Uh-uh," he murmured, blowing cool air across her clit, making her jerk. "Gotta make sure this pretty pussy can take it." His tongue lashed out suddenly, flat and hot, dragging from her entrance to her clit in one brutal stroke. Mina screamed, back arching, but he pinned her hips down with one forearm, his mouth working her with ruthless precision.

Two fingers slid into her without warning, crooking up to press against that spongy spot inside. Mina sobbed, thighs trembling as he scissored them slowly, stretching her open while his tongue flicked her clit in rapid circles. "Oh god—oh fuck—" Her words dissolved into nonsense as he added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously. He watched her face intently, gauging her reactions, adjusting the angle until her entire body locked up, her cunt pulsing around his fingers. "There we go," he growled, curling his fingers just right, milking another orgasm out of her. "Good girl. Now you're wet enough."

His fingers withdrew with a lewd pop, slick glistening up to his knuckles. Mina panted, watching through hooded eyes as he spat into his palm and stroked himself twice—the sound obscenely wet, his cock glistening under the bedroom light. He lined up slowly, the fat head pressing against her entrance, spreading her open just from the pressure. "Breathe," he ordered, and Mina sucked in a shaky breath right as he pushed forward. The stretch was immediate, unbearable—her nails raked down his forearms as her body fought the intrusion. He paused when just the tip was inside, his jaw clenched tight, sweat beading on his brow. "Fuck, you're tight," he gritted out, thumb rubbing circles on her clit to distract her. "Gotta relax, baby. Let me in."

Taeyeon's words echoed in Mina's head as he pressed deeper—you'll come so hard you see stars—and suddenly, with a sickeningly wet sound, he sank another inch inside. Mina screamed, her back arching off the bed, her vision whiting out from the pain-pleasure of it. He groaned, his hips stuttering forward involuntarily, burying another thick inch inside her throbbing cunt. "That's it," he panted, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it. Just like that." His voice was rough, strained, like he was holding back by sheer force of will. Mina sobbed, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her body adjusting around the impossible girth splitting her open.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he pulled back—just an inch—then slammed forward again, forcing another fraction of his monstrous cock inside her. Mina's nails raked down his chest, her scream breaking into a choked gasp. "Too much—too—" she begged, but he silenced her with a brutal kiss, swallowing her cries as his hips rolled forward relentlessly. The stretch was unbearable, her cunt burning with every inch he claimed, but beneath the pain was something darker, something primal that made her thighs tremble with want. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her lips. "You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice thick with praise. "Just a little more."

Then, without warning, he shoved the last of his length inside in one brutal thrust, his balls slapping against her ass as he bottomed out. Mina's scream tore through the room, her body seizing around him as her orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her vision tunneled, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her cunt pulsing around his cock in wet, spasming clenches. He groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, his hips grinding against her in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice wrecked. "You're taking it so well, baby. Just like that." His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wider, forcing her to take every inch as he began to move.

Mina couldn't stop the words tumbling out of her mouth between ragged gasps. "Oh god—it's so deep—I can feel you—everywhere—" Her voice broke as he pulled back almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back in with enough force to jolt her up the bed. Her back arched off the mattress, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. "It's—it's like you're rearranging my fucking guts," she sobbed, her head thrashing against the pillow as he set a relentless pace, each thrust dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl. "I can feel—every ridge—every vein—"

His breath hitched as he watched her unravel beneath him, his grip tightening on her hips. "Yeah? You feel that?" he growled, angling his hips up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. Mina shrieked, her thighs clamping around him instinctively, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over her. "I feel it—I feel it—oh god, it's too much—" she babbled, her voice cracking, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless, rhythmic pulses.

He didn't let up, his pace turning ruthless, his hips pistoning into her with brutal efficiency. "No, it's not," he gritted out, his voice raw with restraint. "You're taking it so fucking good. You're made for this." His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her even wider as he fucked her into the mattress, each snap of his hips punctuated by the wet slap of skin and Mina's broken, gasping moans. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice rough, his thrusts never faltering. "Tell me how it feels."

Mina's mind spun, Taeyeon's words tumbling from her lips between ragged breaths. "Like—like fire and ice," she whimpered, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her body jerking with each deep thrust. "Every ridge—every vein—" Her voice broke as he angled up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. "Oh god—you're—you're rearranging my guts," she sobbed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses. "I can feel—I can feel you everywhere—"

His growl vibrated against her throat as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Good," he rasped, his thrusts turning sharper, deeper, his cock spearing into her with enough force to jolt her up the bed. "Now scream for me." And she did—her voice cracking as he bottomed out with a brutal thrust, her body seizing around him as another orgasm tore through her, her vision tunneling, her cunt clenching around him in wet, spasming pulses.

He didn't stop, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still, his fingers tightening on her hips as he forced her to take every inch. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with praise, his breath hot against her lips. "Just like that. Take it all." And Mina did—her body arching beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.

The first squirt hit her like a tidal wave—her entire body jerking beneath him, her vision whiting out as her cunt clenched violently around his cock, her juices gushing out in a hot, wet flood that soaked the sheets beneath them. Mina screamed, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, her back arching off the bed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. The second came faster—her body convulsing around him as he drove into her with relentless force, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices splattering against his thighs as he fucked her through it, his grip bruising on her hips.

By the third, she was delirious—her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses, her juices leaking out in slick, rhythmic gushes with every brutal thrust. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—I can't stop—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with her own arousal, her body jerking beneath him like a puppet on strings. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his hips pistoning into her with ruthless efficiency, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl, her vision tunneling with every deep, relentless thrust.

The fourth hit her like a freight train—her entire body seizing around him, her cunt clamping down so tightly he groaned, his thrusts stuttering as her juices gushed out in a hot, wet flood that soaked them both. Mina's scream tore through the room, her body convulsing around him as her orgasm ripped through her without warning, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices splattering against his thighs with every brutal thrust. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough with restraint, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still. "Let go. Just like that." And Mina did—her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.

Her vision tunneled, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses as her orgasm dragged on and on, her body jerking beneath him like a puppet on strings. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—I can't stop—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with her own arousal, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his hips pistoning into her with ruthless efficiency, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl, her vision whiting out with every deep, relentless thrust. "You're not gonna die," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement, his breath hot against her ear. "But you're gonna wish you could."

And then—her eyes rolled back. Just for a second at first, her vision whiting out as her body locked up, her cunt clenching around him in wet, spasming pulses. But then it happened again—longer this time, her head thrashing against the pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, her body jerking beneath him as another orgasm crashed over her, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned. "Fuck—fuck—I'm gonna die—" she gasped, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him.

He didn't stop, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still, his fingers tightening on her hips as he forced her to take every inch. "No, you're not," he murmured, his voice thick with praise, his breath hot against her lips. "But you're gonna scream for me again." And Mina did—her body arching beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned. And then—her eyes rolled back again. Longer this time. Much longer.

"Welcome back, baby," he murmured against her throat as her vision swam back into focus—his thrusts still slow, patient, letting her body adjust. Mina blinked up at him, dazed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips. Then his fingers dug into her waist, and without warning, he snapped his hips forward with enough force to make her shriek. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—control–it" she sobbed, her nails raking down his chest as he set a brutal pace, each thrust punching the air from her lungs. "It's—it's never gonna stop—"

His laugh was dark, breathless, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl. "Oh, it'll stop," he promised, his voice rough with restraint. "When I say so." Mina's back arched off the mattress as he angled up sharply, the thick head of his cock grinding against that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. "I can feel—you're hitting—my stomach—" she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her body convulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through her. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his grip bruising on her hips. "Yeah? Gonna come inside you," he gritted out. "Fill you up—"

The first pulse of his release hit her like a live wire—her entire body jerking beneath him, her cunt clamping down around him in wet, spasming clenches as he emptied himself inside her. Mina's scream tore through the room, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being claimed. The last thing she felt before everything went black was his teeth sinking into her shoulder—and the wet, sticky heat of his cum leaking out of her swollen cunt as her body gave out completely.

When consciousness returned, it was to the rough drag of sheets against her oversensitive skin and the weight of him rolling her onto her stomach like a ragdoll. "Still shaking," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement as he hooked his arms under her trembling thighs, forcing her knees up beneath her. Mina barely had time to register the position before he was pressing inside again—her cry muffled by the pillow as his cock stretched her still-loosened cunt, the angle somehow deeper now. "Fuck—fuck—my legs—" she sobbed, her thighs quivering violently as he gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him.

She tried to crawl forward, her arms weak as noodles, fingers scrabbling at the mattress to escape the overwhelming fullness—but his hand clamped down on the base of her spine, pinning her in place. "Uh-uh," he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Take it." Mina whimpered, her elbows buckling as he fucked into her with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing another helpless squirt from her swollen cunt. The wet slap of skin echoed through the room as she clenched around him involuntarily, her vision blurring at the edges—she couldn’t tell if she was coming again or if her body was just short-circuiting from overstimulation.

His fingers slid forward to press against her clit, rubbing rough circles that sent white-hot sparks shooting up her spine. "Gonna make you come one more time," he promised darkly, his breath hot against the back of her neck. Mina sobbed into the pillow, her body jerking beneath him as another orgasm crashed over her—her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices gushing out in a hot flood that soaked the sheets beneath them. His grip tightened on her hip, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release, his cock dragging against her oversensitive walls in a way that made her toes curl.

The last thing she registered before blacking out again was the thick, hot pulse of his cum flooding her battered cunt—and the rough press of his lips against her shoulder as he murmured, "Good girl." Then everything went dark, her body limp beneath him, her thighs still twitching with aftershocks as he pulled out with a wet pop.

When Mina blinked back to awareness, she found herself sprawled across his chest, her sticky thighs bracketing his hips, his cock already half-hard beneath her. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice gravelly with exhaustion but his grip ironclad on her waist. Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly—her gasp turning into a broken moan as the fat head of his cock pressed against her swollen entrance again. "Slow," he warned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as she sank down inch by agonizing inch, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him once more.

The angle was different this time—deeper somehow, his cockhead grinding against spots inside her that made her vision swim. Mina braced her hands on his chest, her thighs trembling as she tried to lift herself up, but his grip tightened, forcing her back down with a sharp snap of his hips. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—" she sobbed, her nails raking down his pecs as he thrust up into her, the slap of skin echoing through the room. "You can," he growled, his fingers sliding up to pinch her nipples hard, making her cry out. "Move."

And she did—her body moving on instinct, her hips rolling in slow, grinding circles as she rode him, each drag of his cock against her swollen walls sending sparks up her spine. His hands moved to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as he thrust up into her with brutal precision, the wet sounds of their joining obscenely loud in the quiet room. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with praise as she clenched around him involuntarily, her orgasm building slow and inevitable like a tidal wave. "Take what you need."

Mina's thighs trembled violently, her muscles burning with exhaustion, but she couldn't stop—wouldn't stop—not when every movement drew another ragged moan from his lips. His grip tightened on her hips, guiding her up and down with increasing speed, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision white out. "Fuck—fuck—I'm gonna—" she gasped, her voice cracking, her body jerking beneath his hands as another orgasm tore through her, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with restraint, and Mina blinked up at him through bleary eyes—only to freeze at the raw intensity in his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw clenched tight, sweat beading along his temples as he watched her unravel above him. "Come on my cock," he growled, his hips snapping up with enough force to jolt her forward, his fingers sliding down to rub rough circles on her clit. "Now." And Mina shattered—her scream muffled against his chest as her body convulsed around him, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.

Before she could catch her breath, his hands slid down to grip her thighs—his biceps flexing as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively locking around his waist as he stood in one fluid motion. Mina gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as he pressed her against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Just hold on," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, his voice thick with promise. "This will be the last round." Then he moved—his hips pistoning into her with brutal efficiency, each thrust jolting her higher up the wall, her toes curling as his cock dragged against her oversensitive walls in a way that made her vision blur.

Mina's head thumped back against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal as he fucked her into the plaster with relentless force. The angle was different now—deeper, sharper, his cockhead grinding against spots inside her that made her toes curl. "Fuck—fuck—it's too much—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her nails raking down his back as he pinned her in place, his grip bruising on her hips. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her vision white out.

And then—it happened. A sharp, wet squirt gushed from her cunt, splattering against his thighs, followed immediately by a loud, mortifying pffft as air rushed out of her stretched-open pussy with each brutal thrust. Mina's face burned, her eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment—but he just laughed, low and dark, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with approval, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me hear you." The next thrust punched another wet queef from her battered cunt, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room, mingling with the slick slap of skin and Mina's broken, gasping moans.

His hips snapped forward again, and another gush of liquid spilled from her swollen cunt—this time followed by a series of rapid, wet puffs as his cock pistoned in and out, forcing air in and out of her with every brutal stroke. Mina's vision tunneled, her thighs trembling violently, her body jerking beneath his hands as another orgasm crashed over her—her cunt clamping down around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices leaking out in rhythmic spurts with each deep, relentless thrust. "I am going crazy" she gasped, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Then she felt it—the hot, thick pulse of his release flooding her battered cunt, his cock twitching inside her as he groaned, his grip bruising on her hips. Mina's scream tore through the room, her vision whiting out as her body seized around him, her cunt fluttering around his cock in helpless pulses as he emptied himself inside her. The last thing she registered before everything went black was the rough scrape of his teeth against her shoulder—and the wet, sticky heat of his cum leaking out of her stretched-open pussy as her body gave out completely.

When she came to, she was sprawled on the floor—her legs splayed wide, her thighs trembling with aftershocks, her cunt gaping obscenely as another wet pffft escaped her swollen pussy. White streaks dripped down her inner thighs, mixing with her own slick and the remnants of his release, her pussy still twitching involuntarily with each ragged breath. The room smelled like sweat and sex and something primal, the air thick with the aftermath of what he’d done to her.

Mina dragged herself toward her phone with numb fingers, her body aching in ways she didn’t know were possible—her hips bruised, her throat raw, her pussy throbbing with every inch she crawled. She barely recognized her own voice when she dialed her husband—hoarse, wrecked, still shaking—but his excited gasp when he answered made her cunt clench weakly around nothing. “Tell me everything,” he demanded, his voice thick with arousal, and Mina whimpered as another wet trickle of cum leaked out of her.

“He—he fucked me against the wall,” she rasped, her thighs pressing together instinctively as she recounted the way he’d lifted her effortlessly, her legs locking around his waist as he pounded into her with enough force to crack the plaster. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t stop—” Her breath hitched when she remembered the mortifying wet pfffts that had escaped her stretched-open pussy with every brutal thrust, how he’d laughed darkly and fucked her harder because of it.

Her husband groaned, the sound muffled—probably by his hand—and Mina’s cheeks burned as she described the way she’d squirted uncontrollably, how the black man had growled “Good girl” before sinking his teeth into her shoulder and filling her until she blacked out. “He—he came so much,” she whispered, her fingers drifting between her thighs in awe, sticky with his release and her own. “I—I think it’s still coming out.”

The line went silent for a heartbeat—then her husband’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Did he stretch you?” Mina’s breath caught at the question, her thighs trembling as she spread them slightly, her pussy flexing around nothing. “Y-yes,” she admitted, her voice breaking as another wet drip slid down her inner thigh. “I—I don’t think I’ll ever close right again.” The wet sound of her husband jerking off flooded the line, his moan filthy with approval. “Perfect.”

Mina swallowed hard, her fingers tracing the torn edges of her sundress where he’d ripped it clean off her body the moment he’d stepped through the door. “He didn’t even say hello,” she whispered, her skin prickling at the memory of his hands—rough, impatient—grabbing the neckline and tearing downward in one violent motion. The fabric had split like tissue paper, buttons pinging against the walls, her breasts spilling free before she could gasp. “Just—just looked at me and tore it,” she breathed, her nipples pebbling at the memory of his dark eyes burning into her bare skin.

Her husband’s ragged exhale crackled through the phone as she described the kiss—how the man had fisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back, his mouth crashing down on hers before she could even register the pain. “It hurt,” she admitted, her tongue darting out to trace her swollen lower lip where his teeth had split the skin. “But—but I liked it.”.

The confession hung between them, thick with something primal, and Mina’s thighs clenched reflexively as she recounted how he’d dragged her to the edge of the bed by her hair, her scalp burning as she scrambled to keep up. “Every time he touched me,” she whispered, her fingers drifting to the purpling bruises on her hips, “it was like—like lightning.” Her breath hitched as she remembered the way his calloused palms had scraped over her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Her husband’s groan was muffled—probably by his palm—but she could hear the wet slide of his fist over his cock, the sound sending an answering throb through her oversensitive cunt. “And when he—when he pushed inside,” she continued, her voice breaking as another trickle of cum seeped from her battered pussy, “I couldn’t—I couldn’t breathe.” The memory of that first brutal thrust punched a whimper from her throat, her body convulsing weakly at the phantom sensation of being split open.

“But then—” Her voice dropped to a shattered whisper, her thighs trembling as she spread them slightly, her pussy flexing around nothing. “Then it was all I could feel.” The phone slipped from her sweaty fingers as another orgasm ripped through her—her back arching off the floor, her cunt pulsing violently around the absence of him, her scream echoing through the empty room.

Her husband’s ragged breath crackled through the speaker—desperate, eager—but Mina barely heard it over the white noise in her ears. “He—he made me come so hard I—” Her voice cracked as another wet squirt gushed from her battered pussy, splattering against her thighs with a mortifying splat. “I—I couldn’t stop,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into her own bruised hips as aftershocks wracked her body. “Even when I—when I blacked out—”

“Actually,” her husband interrupted, his voice suddenly sharp—unnaturally calm—and Mina froze mid-sentence, her breath hitching at the shift in tone. “I put a CCTV inside our bedroom,” he continued, the words deliberate, weighted. “Connected to my phone.” The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the wet drip of cum sliding from her swollen cunt onto the floor. “So I know,” he hissed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “every second he pounded into you.”

You know you’re pushing the envelope. After all, talking to your manager like this, when the most lascivious thing you’ve spoken with her about was a select certain few scenes from Game of Thrones with euphemisms galore, is unprofessional at best and sexual harassment at worst. But, in your defense, she started it. So goes the argument in your mind. She’s the one who showed up at the local convenience store, unannounced, throwing her jacket off to reveal such attire, casually greeting you like nothing was amiss, and walking right up to you to ‘check something’ on the cash register and ‘just so happen’ to brush your arm with her clothed breasts.

“Is that so? I think so too. Thanks, honey.”

Taeyeon is older than you, but certainly not old enough to call you ‘honey’ without some kind of implication. At least, in your eyes. Even more shocking than that, however, was Taeyeon’s response. How she took the compliment in stride, how she barely even seemed to blush at the compliment—Taeyeon, whose cheeks turned a rosy pink that one time you told her that she’s so caring and kind, like a mother. A completely innocuous compliment that caused Taeyeon to develop a slight stutter, now is taking such a significantly more salacious compliment to the chin and barely flinching. In fact, not only is she not flinching, but she’s agreeing with it.

Who is this woman? Did the soul of a feisty vixen take control of her body? Did her alter ego take control? But in your seven months of working under Taeyeon, never before have you witnessed such a transformation.

“Are you closing today?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll help.” Without another word, Taeyeon turned around and headed straight for the backroom.

“Hm? Um, Ms. Kim—”

“No need to be so polite, darling. Just ‘Taeyeon’ is fine.” There it is again. Another idiosyncrasy foreign to Taeyeon. At least, as far as you’re aware.

“Er, ok. Taeyeon, closing isn’t for another hour or so.”

“It’s fine. We can close early today. I’m treating you today.”

“You’re…!” You quickly lock the cash register, dash to the door to turn off the ‘Open’ sign and lock the door, and follow her into the backroom. “Really?”

“As a thanks for being such an exemplary employee.” Huh. So that’s it. And here you were, getting your hopes up.

It was true that Taeyeon has never come around to the store so late into the day, so maybe the night, somehow, unlocks this sexier, more confident persona?

You shake your head. Why are you trying to figure this out? You don’t know nearly enough about this woman to be able to piece this together all on your own.

“Oh. Thanks.”

“What do you feel like eating today? Ramen? Chicken?”

“Whatever you want is fine with me.”

“No need to hold back, baby.” It’s starting to get to you. To be fair, you feel like it’d get to anyone: the casual way she addresses you, how flippantly she throws around pet names that makes your heart do summersaults inside your chest and bring a hitch to your breath. “This is for you.”

“Then … udon?”

Taeyeon nods, turning around from the computer to beam a smile at you. “Oh, fantastic! A friend introduced me to an udon place last month, we can go there!”

If only for a brief second, the Taeyeon you’re more familiar with comes back. The warm smile, the soft tone, but when you answer with a, “Oh, can’t wait,” Taeyeon seems to revert to her sexier, flirtier self.

“You’ll love this place.” The emphasis that Taeyeon puts on the word ‘love’, practically moaning the word, tightens the gradually forming knot in your pants. “I guarantee it.” Fuck, who knew Taeyeon had the capability to wield such sexy allure?

“Is it new?”

Your manager shakes her head. “They changed owners recently, so my friend told me.”

It feels suffocating. More so than usual. Taeyeon is your boss, so there’s the always-present desire to show your best side to her; not only that, though, Taeyeon is single, as are you, so it only stands to reason that you want to show your capable, manly side to her whenever she’s around. On top of that, the two of you aren’t terribly familiar; Taeyeon is a regional manager, meaning she oversees a few branches of the convenience stores in the area. You’ve been promoted to full-time only recently, but even still, there were stretches of weeks where she didn’t stop by. Doing a final inventory check, shutting down the computers and other systems, turning on the various security systems, the entire closing process is mostly done in a concentrative silence.

It’s in this hustle-and-bustle that you manage to cool yourself down: Taeyeon’s not wearing her usual, more professional attire, so it may be the case that she was notified of your companion being a no-show and subsequently rushed over to help with closing donning her evening wear, and maybe wearing her at-home outfit is what makes her feel comfortable speaking as she was. Maybe this is how she normally is, and the Taeyeon you knew was just her professional persona.

“Ok, good job! Udon time?”

You nod. “Udon time.”

Taeyeon slings her light jacket over her right shoulder, and not ten steps after stepping out of the locked convenience store, loops her arm around yours. You, startled, look over at her as the older woman hugs your left arm against her chest. Don’t stare too hard at those tits. Don’t think about how you can feel them against your arm. Don’t think about it. Holy fuck, are they bigger than they look? What is she doing? Why—

“Can’t have you getting lost, now, can we?”

It’s an unintelligible excuse for Taeyeon to be squeezing your arm against her chest, but you aren’t one to complain. Hell, Taeyeon can hug your arm against her chest any day of the week. In fact, she can hug more than just your arm against those boobs—

Stop. She’s your manager. Calm down.

“Erm, yeah, I guess.”

A mysterious smile lingers on her lips. “I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No!” Perhaps much too eagerly, you shoot the idea down. “No, you’re not. It’s pretty dark, after all.”

Taeyeon, content, nods and continues along. You try really, really hard to not get too distracted by the feeling of your manager’s soft breasts against your arm, but instead, another part of you gets really, really hard. Being a rather shy person, you figure Taeyeon might let up when you two are in a public space, and you can finally catch a break and calm your heart, and your nether regions.

She doesn’t relent. If anything, being in a public space, with other people nearby, only emboldens her.

“So, you normally eat after your shift, huh?”

You nod. “I’ve shifted my eating schedule to accommodate my work schedule. I usually go to sleep at around 2am, wake up at maybe 10am, and make sure to eat a meal right before my shift and right after.”

“Must be rough.”

Taeyeon is sitting next to you. Not across, next to you. And, considering it’s a booth that you’re seated at, she makes sure there is absolutely no space between you and her. You can feel her silky-smooth legs pressing against yours, and that, along with the subtle, slightly fruity perfume that’s been assaulting your nose the entire walk here up until now, is driving you up a wall.

She’s flirting with you. She has to be. There’s no other explanation. That’s what she’s doing. Right?

“It took some time to get used to, but after I got used to it, not really.”

“Hm…”

“Did you decide on what you want to get?”

It feels like she’s been staring at your lips this entire time, which was another extremely maddening feeling. Maddening, in that you feel your self-control slowly slipping away. Maddening, in that you just want to pounce on Taeyeon and devour her whole, but not only is this a public place, not only is she older than you, not only is she your boss, she’s giving off this aura of unshakeable confidence that somewhat intimidates you. In some ways, this is the only part of the Taeyeon you knew that persevered; yes, the Taeyeon you knew was rather soft-spoken and warm and kind and caring, but she still held herself with all the authority and confidence of a regional manager.

Taeyeon looks so small compared to you, she feels so small compared to you. You know you can probably overpower her without much issue, but that’s not the issue here. The issue is that, it seems like Taeyeon has been baiting you this entire night for you to do exactly that, but you don’t bite yet. Now is not the time. Let the feeling simmer and build up, and when the moment is right, when the opportunity presents itself, is when you’ll let her efforts be rewarded.

“Yeah. This,” you point at a beef udon dish, but Taeyeon is taking none of it.

“Because it’s the cheapest option?”

You chuckle. “Caught, red-handed.”

“Hey, none of that! Honey, I’m paying tonight, don’t even look at the prices. If you pick something too cheap next time, I’ll pick for you.”

Taeyeon is a master baiter. Taeyeon has been the subject of many fantasies of your masturbation. You would be a bold-faced liar if you said that you haven’t imagined many scenarios in which you slam Taeyeon against the wall, against the door of your bedroom, and have your way with her, in just these last few hours. Every action Taeyeon takes seems to be testing your patience, prodding and poking at your mental resilience, even when Taeyeon says, “Thanks!” when the waitress comments on how lovely of a couple the two of you are, and even more so when she insists on feeding you, citing the reason of being a convincing enough couple to the waitress so that the two of you don’t end up embarrassing her with the incorrect assumption she made about her customers. And when she gets an ice cream cone for the two of you to enjoy, she unabashedly eats directly from the imprint your mouth left on it.

“Don’t you want more?”

Is it too childish to consider such a thing like an ‘indirect kiss’? Maybe, between friends, it would be, but between boss and employee? Taeyeon didn’t even bat an eye at the prospect, though. So, at the very least, you shouldn’t be dissuaded by it.

“Do you mind if I do?”

“By all means,” Taeyeon says, bringing the ice cream cone to your lips, allowing you to take another bite of the cold, creamy dessert. The two of you have long since left the restaurant and are slowly making your way to the subway station, having first stopped at a small sweets place along the way to pick up the creamy dessert slowly melting in her hand. However, as you start to pull away, Taeyeon suddenly pushes the cold substance into your face, smearing it against your cheek.

“Hmm—!” You jerk your head back, eyes landing on the giggling visage of your older, lady boss.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist teasing you a little there. Here, lean down, let me clean that up you.”

“…Oh. Um, thanks.” Hesitantly, you bend your knee to bring your face to her level, turning your cheek to let her clean the ice cream off your face. And she does, just not in the way you expect. “Wh-Wha—?!”

Taeyeon pulls back, shooting a cheeky grin at you, as if she didn’t just lick the ice cream off your face. Just centimeters away from your lips, too. “Can’t be wasting perfectly good ice cream.”

You can feel your face heating up ever so slightly. “Er … um, ye-yeah, that’s true.”

It definitely looks like Taeyeon’s smile is widening at your stuttering. She’s really having a grand ‘ole time teasing you, isn’t she? “Sorry, darling, am I being too much?”

“No! It’s ok!”

“You said you’re usually in bed by 2am, right?” You confirm with a nod. “Walking home, all by yourself … it’s quite lonely, isn’t it?” This time, Taeyeon’s voice isn’t teasing. It’s emphatic. Forlorn. You’re reminded that Taeyeon, too, is single.

Taeyeon, too, is single.

Walking around with you. At night. Just the two of you.

Don’t get any ideas.

“A little.” To be the only one vulnerable at the moment, it feels unfair to Taeyeon. So, you try your hand at it. “But … I’ve just gotten used to it, so it’s not that bad.”

“Do you live close by? Looks like I missed the last train.”

“Hm? Oh!” The routine you’ve slipped into completely disregards the subway schedule, so it’s not even a thing you keep pay attention to when heading home. “I’m so sorry, I completely forgot about that! I’m about a twenty-minute walk away. Do you live far away?”

“Far enough.” How slow Taeyeon’s step has become and seeing her looking around makes you realize that you’re walking by a suite of hotels. Wait … love hotels? This entire time, you were just blindly following Taeyeon, seeing that she was your senior, but also since you were preoccupied trying to internalize everything that’s happened this night so far, and now that you finally took a good look around you, you realize you don’t actually know where you are. Did she lead you here knowingly? “Well…” Taeyeon, having caught you also looking at the nearby hotels, smiles at you. There’s a hint of bashfulness in her facial expression and her voice—the Taeyeon you’re used to is peaking through the cracks of this deadly alternate persona that Taeyeon’s wielded the last few hours.  “…then, shall we?”

Or maybe not. But you swear, you could’ve seen it—just as quickly as it appeared, so too did Taeyeon’s sexy confidence returned.

“U-Um…?!”

“Do you hate it?”

Is this an invitation?

Mentally, you slap both cheeks with your hands. Don’t overthink this.

“No.”

Taeyeon is an adult woman. You’re an adult man. Would something happen? Maybe nothing would happen? Either way, you resolved yourself to be fine either way.

“Then,” Taeyeon grabs ahold of your wrist and guides you right into the love hotel you’re standing outside of. In just a few minutes, the two of you are inside a room with a single king-sized bed. The ambiance of the room adds to it, too: the dim lighting, the shades of purple and dark red that adorn the walls and the furniture, the blatant packet of condoms that lay inside a basket atop the dresser opposite the mattress. This entire time, Taeyeon’s confidence has been slipping further and further away, and by the time the door closed behind you, it feels like the soft-spoken, kindly, but shy woman is fully back in control.

You, on the other hand, are a different story.

“Should we wash first?”

“…Hm?”

“Or do you want to get right to it?”

The question gives Taeyeon pause. Then, as a last-ditch effort to maintain that façade that you now know Taeyeon was putting up, an act, all to … what? Get you here? She says, “Why wash now when we’re about to get dirty in a few seconds anyway?”

Frankly, you don’t care why she’s been acting the way she’s been acting. All you know is that it worked. Swept up in the atmosphere, of the room, of her flirtatious actions and remarks, and now, with those fighting words, you pull her to the bed and throw her onto it. Taeyeon looks up at you with equally intrigued, excited, and nervous eyes. “Look at you, trying to keep up the sexy tough-girl act.”

“It-It’s…” It’s not an act, is what Taeyeon wants to say, but she can’t even bring herself to utter more than a word of the lie before she stops herself.

“Well, it worked. And here I am.”

Taeyeon tries for a smile. “H-Here you are.”

“Getting cold feet?” Taeyeon shakes her head. “Good.” Your hand lands on her waist, and even that touch draws out a slight gasp from the older woman. “So sensitive.” As your hand slowly makes its way north, Taeyeon’s breath deepens, her eyes locked onto that appendage that is creeping towards the erogenous zone at her chest. When it finally reaches its destination, Taeyeon just barely manages to swallow the gasp that threatens to escape her lips, eyes furrowing and limbs tensing at the feeling of your calloused hands softly palming the plush, yet firm, texture of her clothed breasts. The material of her tank top is thin enough that you swear you can feel the heavy sacks of flesh in your hands already. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Taeyeon makes no indication that she does, and in fact lets out a sigh when your massage intensifies a degree, letting your fingers sink into her boobs. With how much you’re pressing against them, you can start to see her boobs yearning to escape from the sides of her thin tank top.

“Mmm…”

The melodic sound of her moan invigorates you further, emboldening you to slip your hands under the thin straps and under her bra to grab a handful of her tits.

“A-Aahng!”

You can’t help but laugh at the surprised squeal of your manager. “So cute.”

“St-Stop!” Taeyeon’s face is turning a delectable shade of red. Her whining voice, her bashfulness that deliciously contrasts her seductive attitude minutes before, the kind of shy feeling that she was causing you to feel now being turned back on her, it’s all too tempting to lean into it.

“But your body is telling me to keep going.” You goad her, fingers barely grazing her areola, and you can see her back starting to arch off the bed, desperate for the contact, but you deny it at the last second. “Your body is honest, but your mouth isn’t.” You pull the straps of her tank top down her shoulder to reveal the lacy, purple undergarment adorning her chest.

“No, not that. Calling me cute…”

God. Is a woman in her mid-thirties allowed to be this adorable?

“In other words, you want more of this?” At that word, you pull her bra down, letting loose her sizable tits that spring forth from their confines. Taeyeon lets loose another squeal, her hands instinctively going to her chest but being blocked by your arms. “So beautiful.”

“…touch me. Please.”

You need Taeyeon’s urging to be snapped out of the trance that seeing her boobs in all their glory placed you in: the taut texture of the skin, the pale whiteness of the skin freckled with a small mole on her left breast that makes it ten times sexier, the light-brown areola that stretches across the peaks of both teats and centered on both, hardened nubs standing up proudly, pointed straight at you.

“Sorry.”

Taeyeon is only able to respond with a moan, a proper and fuller moan this time, as your hands magnetize to those swollen nipples begging to be squeezed, and upon fulfilling their request, you’re rewarded with a sharp yelp.

“Hhnng, oh god…”

Keeping one hand on her boobs, your other hand moves to her legs and, in a few seconds, strips it clear of any impediments and deposits them off the side of the bed. Taeyeon, still shy, squeezes her legs together, so you attempt to ease them apart by gently rubbing the intersection of her legs. “No need to be shy.”

“…I’m sorry… it’s just … a little embarrassing, after all…”

Nope. No matter how sexy Taeyeon was acting, no matter how sexy her body is, Taeyeon is still, at the end of the day, a cute, albeit older, woman.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re so beautiful. Every part of you.” Taeyeon’s cheeks are flushed a barely visible shade of pink, desperately trying to hold in a moan building in her throat at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure your fingers are injecting into her. “Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well.”

“…promise…?”

You don’t know if you want to gush at her cuteness more or to rip her clothes off and take her right there more. So, you compromise and do neither, nodding firmly but increasing the pressure of the fingers knocking at the entrance of her closed legs. “I promise.”

At those magic words, her entrance slowly reveals itself to you, and the sight that you behold confirms even further that she was planning this from the start: neatly shaven, barely even a stubble in sight. “Hnng…” feeling the intense stare of your eyes contrasting the cool air pressing onto her damp labia makes Taeyeon shudder. And then, when two of your fingers push swiftly past her sticky pussy lips and into her hot core, Taeyeon’s entire body jolts, an even lewder moan escaping past her lips before she can do much to repress it. “Ooh, god!”

“How is it?” You waste no time in shoving your two fingers into her wet sex, knuckle deep, and feel her walls clench around the intruding digits.

“Aah, aahn, oh my god…”

With one hand on her tits and the other at her pussy, Taeyeon’s mind quickly becomes a blur. The ecstasy from so many places, all at once, even the weight and the warmth of your body against her completely nude frame, the older woman feels like she can barely think straight.

“This entire night, you were hoping for this, weren’t you?”

Taeyeon can hardly process the question, much less give a spoken answer. Instead, she nods, her cheeks flushed, her entire body rocking at the ferocity of your now three fingers pushing in and out of her hot, sticky entrance with relentless ferocity. The musky aroma of her juices leaking out onto your hand and the bedsheets starts sticking to the heated up air of the hotel room and the sound of Taeyeon’s moans joined by the light squelching sounds of your fingers pushing past her wet folds over and over again.

You’re absolutely entranced; it was Taeyeon’s plan to capture you like this, and you have to say, it’s worked in more ways than one. Not only did her remarks heat you up during the night, building up to a lust that you’re now channeling into her svelte body, but her now demure behavior makes you want to go even harder. And, you find, the harder you push into her, the more you rough her tits up, the faster your fingers split open her walls, the lewder her reactions become.

“G—…ggn … ggah…”

And the more relentlessly you abuse her body, the closer Taeyeon’s climax approaches. As cloudy as her mind is, the little bit of dignity that remains inside her is what’s trying to push her to speak, but even that seems a herculean task; every time she pushes air out her throat, instead of words, another moan fills her mouth.

“Ggah … aah, wah—…nng!—Wa-wait!”

The sharp interjection pauses your hand. “What’s wrong?”

At this point, there seem to even be tears welling up in Taeyeon’s eyes. “I-I don’t want to just … cum, like this.”

The way she says it, as if she’s a child asking permission to do something, but the juxtaposing scenery of her chest heaving and her nipples slightly reddened by the amount of pressure your fingers have been exerting on them, the sheer amounts of her own bodily fluids that now stain her entire groin as well as the bedsheet below, and the implication of her words tightens the tension in your pants. “You’re saying you want to cum with something else?”

Taeyeon nods animatedly, although the blush on her cheeks deepens. “Y-Yes. Please.”

“With what, then?”

Taeyeon’s eyes flicker to the painful bulge that’s formed in your pants. Painful as it may be, the desire to hear her say it, to beg for it, supersedes that discomfort. “With … you know what I mean!”

“Haven’t you taught me the value of proper communication?” Taeyeon whines, shifting in the bed, but gets no closer to her goal. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to if you don’t tell me properly, ma’am.”

Taeyeon huffs, staring at you with unbelieving eyes and reddening cheeks. In the few silent seconds that follow, you can see the battle going on in her mind. It’s all but inevitable which side emerges victorious, though.

“I … I want to cum with your dick inside me, ok?!”

Hearing those words, spoken with the beautiful voice of your gorgeous manager, causes your dick to twitch. “Oh. If that’s what you wanted…” Yearning to be set free, your dick finally escapes from its confines when you pull your pants and boxers off with one motion, kicking it off the bed. Taeyeon’s eyes jump right onto it: red, veiny, pulsating, angry, roaring its desire to claim the treasure that’s lying before it.

“Oh my—” but she doesn’t get much time to marvel at it, much less finish that sentence, as you, having held back all this time, fill her up to the brim in the matter of seconds. “—god!”

Immediately, the tightness of her snatch is the first thing you notice. Impossibly tight, more than anything you’ve ever felt in your life—it’s a wonder that you were even able to fit inside her. It’s a challenge to pull yourself back, with the sensations of your girthy member rubbing against her walls causing her thin frame to shudder and her hands to tighten to fists, and an even greater one to push yourself back inside her, but when you do, Taeyeon lets out a noise that lay between a yelp and a moan.

“It—oh my god, it feels so good!”

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes!” With every thrust, you feel yourself acclimating to the tightness of Taeyeon’s pussy, and with that, the intervals between them shortens. Your vision narrows, your mind empties: all you can see is Taeyeon, all you can hear are her moans egging you on, all you can feel is her body responding positively to your incessant bucking motions, all you can think about is the welling sensation that’s building up in your nethers. You haven’t had sex in quite a while, yourself, so maybe it’s that, but you swear that you’ve never experienced a pussy nearly as divine as Taeyeon’s: sinfully wet, blisteringly hot, mercilessly tight, and the rest of her lithe body squirming at your touch, her ample bosom easily yielding to the kneading motions of your hands, it’s all a recipe for you desperately fighting off your climax as Taeyeon unabashedly chases hers.

“I’m, oh god, I’m so close—”

“Taeyeon, I need to pull out…”

“What? No!”

“It’s not…” that wasn’t really an expected answer, but one that turns you on massively. As if fighting off the tension in your lower stomach wasn’t hard enough already, but your hips have a mind of their own. “…are you safe today?”

While able to form words, the ecstasy filling her mind has caused such a level of deliriousness that she can’t process the words properly. “S-Safe? From what?”

“I mean, is it ok to cum inside?”

“…but we’re already inside…”

On one hand, it’s almost endearing, and somewhat empowering, that your dick is breaking her mind so much that she can’t get what you’re saying, but on the other, it’s frustrating. You want to say ‘fuck it’ and just unload inside her, but the last vestiges of your rational mind warns against it. “Can you get pregnant if I cum inside you?”

“…I, aahn, fuck!” Instead of answering, Taeyeon’s orgasm claims her motor functions, disabling her ability to respond. A violent shudder overcomes her body, wracked with sheer ecstasy the likes of which she’s never experienced in her life, and all the meanwhile, you’re trying to pull out. However, it’s only at this moment that you realize that her legs have wrapped around your waist, and with her orgasm washing over her body, the grip of her legs have on you means you don’t have nearly enough time to escape before your own orgasm comes.

“Fuck, fine, you deserve this!”

You can barely get the final word out before the first stream of semen explodes out of your tip and directly strikes at her womb. “Hnng!” Taeyeon, feeling the sudden surge of warmth bursting inside her, opens her eyes in shock, another tsunami of that ecstatic, wet warmth sending more convulsions up and down her body. “S-So warm!”

Taeyeon’s pussy pulses and squeezes around your shaft, milking every last drop of semen you have left in you before you finally come down from your high. When you do, you’re left panting, hovering inches above Taeyeon’s face, staring directly at her. The older woman, whose legs are still tightly wrapped around your waist, is looking back up at you with flushed cheeks but a warm smile. “That was amazing.”

“Sorry for…” You’re trying to recover from the intensity of that high, so you can barely bring yourself to finish the sentence.

“…will you take responsibility?”

“…Hm?”

“If I end up with your child.”

It feels like a ridiculous sentiment; it’s Taeyeon who couldn’t understand what you were getting at, Taeyeon who trapped you, Taeyeon who essentially forced you to cum inside her. And you did try to escape, too. But… “…yeah.”

With a surprising feat of strength, or perhaps due to how your refractory period has sapped you of your strength, Taeyeon flipped you around, now straddling you with your softening cock still buried inside her. “…then, do it again.”

“I don’t think … oh, god…”

Taeyeon isn’t listening to your complaints. She leans down and captures your lips with her own, grinding her hips, sensually pressing her breasts against your chest.

Taeyeon can be assertive when she wants to, you figure. Not that you’re really complaining.

ALSO, HAVE THIS TAEYEON PIC WHEN YOU'RE IMAGINING WHAT THE FOLLOW UP IS LIKE