Wonyoung’s head hangs. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I don’t think you are.”

Who cares about truth. Imagine all you could do to Wonyoung in this compromised position. You could slide fingers under her dress, make her legs go limp, then bring her down to her knees, use her pretty mouth. Or you could tease with her more precise touches, feather the back of her neck or her ears, and send shivers through her whole body. You even entertain the thought of whipping out your burgeoning erection from your pants and finishing yourself off right then and there, just to ruin the pricey dress.

Your hand is on her ass, and there was never any other choice. The other hand begins the process, hikes the dress up her lithe legs, then you stop just under her asscheeks. You could stay here, stare at her thighs forever, kiss, lick, slide your cock between the smooth flesh, and though you could do as your imagination wished, you pull the hem of her dress up, revealing her thin white thong—there was never any other choice.

Wonyoung had to wear skimpy underwear for the photoshoot, and now it clings to her waist, her pussy lips. Look closer, and you find a strand of her excitement wetting the thong. All because you have her bent over. All because of the looming threat of your palm striking down. Wonyoung knows her impatience leads to satisfaction. That’s why, despite her quiet whimpers, she’s also shaking her ass; you’re certain it’s not even a conscious action.

A sharp noise follows the bluntness, the flesh jiggling. You should’ve lifted for the second strike, but in its own unconsciousness, your hand rests on her reddened asscheeks, your fingers settling in. A part of you wants to massage, soothe, and calm the woman whose hastily drawn breath was distressing. Then, she looks back. She shouldn’t have.

There’s no reason for your other hand to hit harder, to leave a deeper shade of cherry on her skin. No reason but her eyes. She says so much in a glance, a small thing. Wonyoung is tense, tired, and unsatisfied.

As much as she needs sleep or food or water, she needs this next slap on her ass. The shivers throughout her body manifest as waves of goosebumps flowing through her delicate skin. Every spank unravels her more and more—might as well pluck the ribbon off her chest.

With a hard enough spank, Wonyoung’s whole body jolts forward, causing hair to fall over her face. You slide her hair away from her eyes. One hand, you grab her face, squishing her cheeks together. Wonyoung’s eyes are pleading for you to give the reward.

“Are you my good princess?”

“Yes.” The meekness is not just in her voice but in the redness of her face.

With more and more of your rampant strikes, you notice again the underwear hanging on for dear life. Again, options. You could slide that thin fabric to the side and get your finger wetter than the faucet can. But you’re going to keep Wonyoung’s thong on. You don’t have to take it off to know what the rest of her body is telling you.

“Tell me, what do you want?”

Wonyoung stammers.

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t begging for it moments ago.”

She steels herself. “I want your cock inside me.”

You don’t know where she summoned that resolve, but you like the passion in her eyes. “Then get it.”

Of course, that means only one thing. Without delay, Wonyoung is on her knees in front of you. You remind yourself how often you have to thank every deity that you get to be in this position, that you get to witness the rarest form of a kneeling princess or whatever faultless being Wonyoung is.

If she had flaws, here in this room is where you would expose them. If she had flaws—but then, of course, she doesn’t; how could the sparkle in her eyes be a flaw? How could reverence, worship, all in a hint of a look turned to a gaze in its length? How could she do nothing yet do everything to the fire inside you hardening and lengthening your shaft to some impossibly maximal extent in front of Wonyoung’s face—how, if not for her freedom from flaw?

It was small touches then that pulled you into such a stupor that let your guard down; it’s small touches now that pull you out of your reminiscing. One of her small hands is on your sack, and her fingers graze carefully. Wonyoung giggles when she sees your dick jump at the touch.

“Daddy, you have so much cum for me, don’t you?”

You growl. Even if she didn’t notice the electric jolt her mere touch sent, she must certainly notice the firmness of your balls. She can’t hide the smile. Of course, she notices. Nothing gets past Wonyoung. That hint of a smirk on her lips becomes something else, a letter.

Oh.

And now its round, plump shape is on your cockhead, wettening, worshiping—would’ve been eye contact if you weren’t meeting her pupils with the whites of your eyes. Was on your cockhead, but now those lips are further down your length, miraculous. How can anything be that soft. How can anything give you so much pleasure. How can questions not even be questions because you don’t have that kind of faculty of mind with Wonyoung sliding her mouth, moist with spit, slathering your cock. There was a room here, there was a bed, there was the light of the sun, and none of those things exist.

When Wonyoung sucks dick, she’s in a flow state too. Lips, up, down, eyes, down, up. Lick, kiss, lick, swallow. Her specialty is the way that she bookends every suck with a kiss as if she’s making out with your cock, leaving lipstick smudged. Her lips just naturally fall onto your flesh, like they were meant to be there to soothe and nurture. The seduction of her gaze comes naturally the same way that saliva naturally flows out of the edge of her mouth when your length jabs at her throat.

Only for a moment can you look at her, accept that gaze. It’s already too much sensation, feeling her stimulate your cock, but when you see that perfect pretty face impaled on you, you can barely hold back. Not that she can either. You thought she was wet when you were spanking her, but there’s a veritable sliver of translucent juice from between her legs. Every stroke of her mouth brings a little more wetness.

A pulse in your core. Every stroke of her mouth brings a little more of what’s trapped in your sack. Deliberately sampling, Wonyoung taps the tip of her tongue at the seed dripping out, and she lets out a small moan of delight.

“Daddy, I love the taste of your cum. But I need it somewhere.” Wonyoung’s wandering hands move down her own torso till she rubs her midriff for emphasis. There was no other ending to begin with.

Wonyoung ends the blowjob with a purposeful gag, getting spit to run down from her thick lips to her expensive necklace. It’s elegant, shiny, understated. These would have all been ways you would have described Wonyoung—then you clean up the saliva on her collarbone with a finger, and she grabs your digit with her mouth, suckling.

It’s a picture you wish you keep forever, but not even the perfect photograph could capture the high in your system. She’s eager, bouncy, and ready for however you’re about to ravage her.

Not that ready though.

Wonyoung yelps when you pull her off the ground, off her knees, and practically carry her like she’s just a couple bags of groceries. It’s cruel, your love of watching any speck of confidence disappear from Wonyoung. You could tell some kindling inside of her was being sparked as she sucked your cock. Every time she steals a degree of heat from your body, a breath of air from your lungs, a thought from your head, she gets off from it. But what gets her off even more—watch her panties; they’re getting even darker—is when you have your hands on her wrists—oh, how slender, how easy she is to hold down. You have to suppress yourself from some absurd animalistic noise, from some immediate urge to take her right now. Other plans await, and begin at your word:

“Such a naughty, naughty princess. How can you be this beautiful, this perfect, yet still so filthy?”

Hands held against the bed, Wonyoung looks up at you in total surrender. “D-daddy… it’s, it’s your cock.” Then her eyes go down your body.

A Sword of Damocles above her midriff. Wonyoung’s words came with dripping desperation, or in other words, drool; it matches how your cock is slathered in her spit. You slap your shaft against her stomach, then trace a finger around her belly button.

“After I fuck you into a bumbling mess,” you say with a paradoxical lightness, “I’m going to breed you, fill you up, deposit every last drop into your womb.”

Then you start to finger her, no restraint in the pumping of your digits into her slit. Wonyoung is half-surprised at the suddenness, half-pouting that it’s not your dick deep inside her. Two fingers in and out, mechanical yet you have a familiarity with her body that ensures she’s in a daze. Watch her slender frame twist and writhe in pleasure, and you watch with a wry grin.

Your tone follows your smile, your confidence. “These sheets look so expensive. It's a shame that we're about to ruin them.”

After all, it’s so surprisingly easy to bring her mind past the brink. Fingers rub that soft spot several inches deep, while one digit begins to focus on that small nub past her pretty pussy lips. Barely takes a minute or two for your fingers to get Wonyoung squirting all over them. Warm slickness covers your digits, your forefinger slipping in between her folds. Your thumb rubs circles around her clit as she convulses beneath your fingertips.

Wonyoung groans loudly. When your wrist brushes across her neck, she goes rigid, whimpers cut off by an exhale.

The deliberate exit of your fingers spells the end of this prologue that’s dragged on for far too long, and Wonyoung seems to share the sentiment. Her eyes shine with a familiar glee as she guides your hands behind her. Her thin digits exude uncharacteristic strength to tug yours beneath the silkiness of her dress, almost as if she’s hinting at something as she leans ever so slightly forward—

“Time for the main course, Daddy?” Wonyoung asks, the angelic smile dimpling her face yet again.

No more time nor patience for panties on her legs, the dress on her body. As much as she needs your dick, you need her completely bare and ready for you to ravage. Expensive clothes, soaked underwear, thrown to the floor like it's nothing. It is nothing.

You pull off the dampened sheets, push her back down onto the mattress. Wonyoung opens her mouth without a hint of trepidation and stretches her arms out to pull you in for a kiss, but you realize you haven't removed your clothes either, so you tear your pants, your shirt, everything else off your body in half a motion.

“Come stuff your big fat hard cock in me, Daddy.”

Even the most ridiculous sentences coming from Wonyoung’s lips sound elegant. You climb over the foot of the bed and straddle her thighs, letting your hips settle atop hers, then let your lips graze hers. Your hands aren’t nearly as gentle, a rough grasp on her breasts and a finger sliding on her slit.

Wonyoung moans softly, her tongue curling into your mouth. You kiss harder, her legs wrapping around yours, her fingers digging into your back, her fingernails scratching at your skin. You moan against her lips, her tongue parting yours, then pushing into your mouth. Your fingers dig into her hips as you start to move, grinding against her, your cock throbbing, wetting the sheets beneath you.

Your lips leave hers though your eyes never leave. As you align your cock at her entrance, Wonyoung gives you a nod. There's always that adorable glint of uncertainty like it's the first time. Always feels like it. See, your thick cock can’t ever just slide inside Wonyoung’s tiny hole; it’s almost unnatural; you’d break her in half. That’s why you have to do everything to make her torrentially wet. You do everything from teasing her slit with your tip, sliding it up and down, to caressing every inch of her skin, never letting Wonyoung cool down from the flames you’re stoking. Slap, slap, you slap your length against her labia, and Wonyoung lets out small yelps.

Slow, slide in. Time slips. Who knows how long it took for you to push your shaft all the way inside. The clock doesn’t, you’re keeping as little track as the timepiece on the wall, and Wonyoung’s eyes are rolled back so far she might even see her brain short-circuiting.

You guide her cheek to look at you as you bottom out, and the two of you savor the combination. It’s nothing new—you’ve fucked the wind out of her plenty before—but you really can’t get enough of perfection. Perfection is the way her long legs tremble, the way her mouth doesn’t know whether to tense in harsh tightness or smile dumbly, the way she gets even redder when you lean down for a kiss.

A few strokes, enough friction to set off fireworks in your skull. One thrust, one. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—there must be some other number to which you count—who knows what it would be. You let go of her hand to push against the mattress and find some stability: you're about to make the bed creak; you're about to fuck Wonyoung into the bed. When she opens her eyes, eyelashes fluttering, and smiles at you, your so-called free will is limited again. There's nothing else to do but to thrust deeper, faster, harder. Wonyoung's gasping voice echoes through the walls as you bury your cock in her, pounding her, stretching her, filling her.

Already, the world melts away until it becomes only fundamental sensations: the warmth of her cunt milking your dick, her nails scratching along your back, the sight of her flushed cheeks, her puffy lips, the sweat dotting your brow, the smell of her sweet perfume.

That's not just the bed now: Wonyoung is squeaking, mewling as you pound her. Her legs quiver, her toes curl, and she's grabbing at the sheets, crying out. You're fucking her as hard as possible, but you need harder. You want to shatter the universe with each stroke, rip a hole in reality because the momentary euphoria after orgasm is nothing compared to this overwhelming bliss. Then again, it looks like her glee is certainly reaching new heights.

You groan louder than she does, bellowing like a wild beast as you plow into her pussy. It's not just your balls that are swollen; your whole body is taut, your heart thudding against your chest. But you need this moment to last longer, and Wonyoung feels too damn good like this. The way her pussy clenches as her body shakes when she orgasms is too much for you to handle. After fucking Wonyoung through her climax, you stop for a moment, earning pouting and whimpering from the girl beneath you.

"Why?" she whines.

You only give her an acknowledging grunt before you wrap your arms around her back to pick her up. With her limber limbs, it's so easy to twist her until she has her long legs folded above her head, her back against your chest. It's as if she's a mere toy to your strength.

Wonyoung confirms it herself: “Oh, fuck, Daddy, I’m your fuckdoll, please, fuck me hard.” She’s gasping even though you’re the one doing all the work.

She’s perfectly content to just let her eyes roll into her head, to let her thoughts become null and void. Why would Wonyoung need to think when she can just get pistoned hard by that big cock making her pussy sore and begging for more. She’s perfectly content to just let her eyes roll into her head, to let her thoughts become null and void. Why would Wonyoung need to think when she can just get pistoned hard by that big cock making her pussy sore and begging for more. Automatically, her hips buck against your thighs as you slam your cock against her pussy.

You can see how wet and slippery she is with just a glance downward. A waterfall of pussy juices slides down her thighs and drips onto the floor. Your cock is already coated in wetness from previous thrusts into Wonyoung's tight hole. You want to feel your warm load spurt out and drench every inch of her insides, but not yet. She's buckling and shaking. She wants the exact same—no, she needs it even more. Giving Wonyoung kisses on her neck, she strains her head back, her mouth open with a sound she's struggling to get out through heavy breaths. You too are feeling the burn in your thighs. You have to tighten your grip around her knees to make sure you're still carefully holding the most precious, delicate person to you (not that you're treating her as such). No matter how light she may be, it requires considerable effort on your part. So after slowing down your pace of fucking, you take a few steps towards the wall, still keeping Wonyoung's legs over her head, your dick well-impaled inside her cunt.

With your back to the wall, you can thrust as hard as you want. You find depths and intensities that you didn't know were possible. Her pert little ass bounces against your waist, sweat drips down both your bodies, and slight yelps turn to shouts that test the hotel room's noise insulation.

"W-wow, Daddy!" Wonyoung cries out when you resume your torrid pistoning, "God, keep going, ohhh, yes, I'm gonna cum soon."

Here's the flaw, returning, a ghost. It haunts in a small way. It reminds you of your flaws: your climax is soon to arrive. But when you look at her body and her angelic face as she turns back to look at you, open-mouthed, you want this flaw to dissipate, to stay in this moment forever. So yet again, you interrupt her impending cumming by throwing her onto the bed. So yet again, she looks like a plaything, a perfect one, but one so easy to throw nonetheless.

“Fuuck.” Wonyoung takes many long breaths. A slight, vague smile.

After all, she’s not so fragile; you knew that. The first time you fucked her, the back of a big black van with tinted windows, you couldn’t even pretend like you could hold back. This is where your role as her favorite seat started. The two of you were testing the van’s suspension— there weren’t exactly any potholes for the parked car to drive over. After you got over the tightness of her cunt, you were pulling her hair as she was clawing into your back, and she called you “Daddy” just as she’s repeating now.

“Daaddy. Come here.”

Watch how her heart beats out of her chest, how the flawless flaw never even crosses her mind because she’s too lost in her lust. Though already parted by your cock, she spreads her pussy more and looks at you with a twinkle that’s far too innocent, and lips that can’t pretend the same innocence as they drip with drool.

“Please. I need to cum on your cock.” You can’t ever resist a begging Wonyoung for too long.

Once you climb back onto the bed, you position yourself above her chest, placing your cock right across her face. “You need it that bad, huh?”

Wonyoung nods assuredly, and places as many kisses as she can on your balls, on the underside of your cock, before letting your tip rest on her suckling lips.

“Looks like you do.” Of course, you’re going to breed her, but you have to get a real taste of her throat while you’re here. Though she always pushes herself as deep as she can when she gives you her loving blowjobs, it’s not the same as fucking her face.

So when you grab the bottom of her lip, Wonyoung knows exactly what you want. You push your hips forward, and your cock slides right—well, there’s that barrier first. Back of her mouth, causing her to choke. You like the way her eyes water. You get a little more when you place your hand on her throat, a sadistic glee when you feel the bulge against her neck. Her arms struggle, and you let that helplessness linger for a little longer.

Wonyoung looks nearly pissed at you when you finally release your hold, both your cock and your hand. You’ve watched her take your shaft down her throat for so long—such addiction to the taste (maybe that’s another flaw)—she almost passed out. With this next thrust, you watch, and feel, her outstretched tongue slide against the bottom of your shaft, and this time, you start to ramp up in speed, until her mouth becomes another pussy for you to fuck. You love to hear the “glugh” sounds from every deep insertion, love to see her eyelids twitch and eyebrows raise. It’s almost as if you don’t have the most beautiful face underneath you, just some fleshlight.

But as much as you’d love to fill her throat with cum, you remember what your end goal is. You dismount from her chest and ask her, “You said you wanted to cum on my cock, right?”

“Yesss, Daddy.”

You know exactly what makes her even more sensitive.

You get up, and Wonyoung watches you as you grab a white cloth strip by the bedside. You’re not even sure why the hotel provides it—it’s a thin small towel? —but it’ll suit your needs perfectly.

With a come-hither gesture, Wonyoung sits up.

You wrap the cloth around her eyes. “You trust Daddy, right?”

“Of course. Do whatever you want with me. I’m your princess, your toy.”

“Good girl.” Before returning to pick Wonyoung up again, you grab a couple other things from a bag—a shiny metal buttplug, a small bottle of lube. You set them aside.

You’ll always love throwing Wonyoung around on a bed. It’s just too easy, too fun to listen to the squeals. After you flip her prone onto her stomach, her pert little ass is right there—you have no choice but to give each cheek a spank. Two spanks. Three for good measure. Then, grab her hips and lift them up. Right now, there’s no point blindfolding Wonyoung when she’s in this face-down ass-up position. But you have other plans.

A favorite pastime of yours: slapping your cock against Wonyoung. This time, her needy cunt is the target, and every slap earns an adorable yelp, though muffled by the sheets.

Wonyoung is desperately trying to fuck her pussy into your cock, but she can’t see anything.

“Please, Daddy, put it in, put it in! Daddy, please, I need your cum in me so bad, I need it, I do.” The whine in her voice is genuine, the lack of seed inside Wonyoung leaving her unfulfilled in a despondent way.

So you decide to go ahead. As you guide the tip of your cock to its destination, you press the base of the shaft against the crack between her asscheeks, spreading them wide open with two hands digging into the flesh and exposing the entrance to her vagina.

Wonyoung is ready to let out a scream that echoes off the walls. And once she realizes that you haven't actually shoved your penis into her, she moans and pants and says, "Oh God, oh Daddy, don't tease me like thaaat, pleassse. I'll do anything for you if you put that monster cock inside of me. Put it inside of me, Daddy." She tries to say something else, but then she chokes. Her hands move under the sheets, grasping for the bedsheet as her body shudders and trembles. You slide your dick between her pretty pussy lips, between her asscheeks, collecting all the wetness, and while you’re at it, adding a bit more with generous spit.

“Remember what you were practicing for before we left?”

Between groaning and whimpering, as you press the tip of your cock up and down her slit, tempting to put it in, Wonyoung manages to let out a little “hmm?”

You grab the metal plug next to you and balance it on her ass. You love seeing her head tilt in confusion at the cold metal.

“What’s that, Daddy?”

“Can you guess?”

"Uhh..."

You then grab the bottle of lube and squirt an ample amount on her butt. Some of it drips down her back, sending chills to the spine underneath, while most of it drips between her buttcheeks. To make sure it doesn't go to waste, whatever drips, you collect with a finger then spread on her asshole, carefully teasing her by never actually putting your finger inside.

She shudders. “Oh.” Shudders again. “Ohh, ffuuck. Yes, yes, y-yes. Daddy, are you gonna do it?”

You smile.

Her breathing comes in shallow gulps as she feels the buttplug press against her tight hole and your cock seated on her pussy lips, a two-fold tease that leaves her frustrated—you and she both know she deserves it. Then it's a long whine into the pillows when you just massage her asscheeks and thighs for a while. She looks back even though she's blindfolded; you realize it's so that she can show off her sweet pout.

You slowly sink the buttplug into her ass. You can't get enough of the way her hole widens around the plug, clinging and expanding, while the rest of Wonyoung's body tenses up.

"You okay?"

Though she whimpers, she also nods. You pause for a few moments after hearing her cry out, enjoying her pleasure as her asshole clenches tightly around the cold metal plug. You squeeze her cheeks together, holding her still as you thrust halfway in and out.

"Oh, fuuuck, Daddy, is that what it's gonna feel like when you fuck me there?"

"Even better princess. It's gonna be warm and thick and you're gonna feel all my cum inside your tummy."

"Ahh!" she yelps out when you finally push the plug into its hole. "Fuck me. I've been a good girl."

You reach over and grab your cock which resting on Wonyoung's quivering pussy lips and slide your shaft between her asscheeks. feeling her shiver in response. "Really? How many times have you begged me to put my cock inside your tight little ass, princess?"

"I dunno… too many to count," Wonyoung whispers as she starts grinding her hips back and forth to meet your strokes.

"Doesn't sound like a good girl."

"But I am? But I am!" Her tone is sugary sweet.

"Still not sure this pussy deserves it. See, you're pushing your ass into me like a greedy slut."

"Nnnh, but I'm your slut, Daddy. I'm a slut for your big dick, and that makes me a good girl, the best princess." All the while, she keeps thrusting back into you, when suddenly, her cunt slurps your cock up, your tip suctioned like it's nothing. Wonyoung is so talented that she doesn’t even need to see to fuck her pussy into your cock. She groans. "See, Daddy, that's where it belongs."

You grunt in disapproval, but you're already inside of her and pulling out is one of those Thor feats—not for humans like you. So in one snap of your hips, you drive your cock into her pussy, and to show your annoyance, you slap her ass over and over, re-reddening the sensitive skin from earlier.

"Ahh! Daddy!"

"That's right, princess." In and out, every pistoning motion is blowing your mind, especially how she reciprocates every thrust with one of her own, fucking herself into your crotch, but you can't let that stop your reprimand. "You have to learn your lesson."

She can only repeat her yelps and mewls which only grow louder when you slam yourself against her G-spot, reach for her clit, toy with the buttplug in her ass by pulling it out slightly and letting it go for her asshole to receive once again. Wonyoung’s whole body is trembling with desire. Her pussy is contracting and molding to the shape of your cock—must be intense without sight. Her cries echo off the walls, the only way she knows she’s still in this room. "Daddy, Daddy, please, I'm begging you. Fill my pussy up, fill it with cum. Give me the biggest load ever."

Without warning, you pull out—so you do have some deity blood in you—flip her over onto her back, then grab her ankles, spreading her legs and lifting them up.

Wonyoung is still blindfolded, so there's no way for her to know when you'll resume your pounding. "Daddy, are you gonna keep—oh!"

Of course, you don't delay. In this mating press position, Wonyoung can't use her arms or shoulders to resist, so you take full advantage. Her petite breasts bounce freely beneath her as you pound her cunt mercilessly, slamming her against the mattress, giving her the kind of hard, fast, rough fucking reserved for pornstars, not princesses and idols like her. Your balls slap against her crotch and she gasps out loud, calling your name while her nails claw the bedsheets. That buttplug and the blindfold contribute to making Wonyoung's inner walls clench your shaft tight. Even without being able to see what's happening, her screams tell you everything about how she’s feeling. How close she is.

Your rhythm is relentless yet calculated. You know her body well enough to slow down just right so that she doesn’t cum yet. You’re not just trying to edge her, though that is part of your impetus. The timing needs to be perfect.

As much as she’s begging, you hold off until you hear her start crying in frustration. She's completely unintelligible, barely getting out words: "Cum, Daddy, please, cum, cum, I need, I’m, princess, nnhgh, inside, fuck, mm, fuck."

Wonyoung arches her back whenever you plunge deep into her, forcing her to stretch out further. To feel her pussy wrap your cock at its tightest, you bring her feet together, holding her legs up in the air above her. Every time you bury your member within her, you watch her mouth drop open as she lets out a breathless scream.

You let go of her legs, and they naturally spread out on the mattress. Your shaft is completely engulfed by her walls. You lean down to kiss her neck, her collarbones, her shoulders, all milky white.

Wonyoung gives you an innocent smile, unable to see. Then you thrust once. "Your cock..." Twice. "Makes me so..." Three times. "So happy."

The smile doesn’t fade though. You can’t see her eyes, but they must be filled with bliss. Listen to her giggling. Then, as you pick up the pace, she bends her head back and with her mouth open, her tongue falls out naturally. Look at this. Perfection. It must be.

Her pussy's spraying out copious amounts of juices; look, you'll get the pages wet, or the words wet, or whatever. Wonyoung is tense yet shaking at the same time. Your shaft has never felt so throttled before. There's no artist nor writer that can completely explain the heights of pleasure you're both peaking towards. Your balls contract as the seed builds up within your testicles, waiting for release.

The orgasmic wave hits you first, ripple upon ripple through your entire body. No ink could possibly draw the mess you made inside Wonyoung's womb. Then the next wave hits Wonyoung. This is where the words fail for the wild sounds that break through. Where the words learn imperfection because they could never achieve the same bliss that Wonyoung is feeling in her shaking and her shouting and her cunt clenching your throbbing, spurting cock. There was never art; if you tried to explain its existence, it would have to go up against this kiss, these tongues, yours and Wonyoung's. This was closer to the raison d'etre, closer to the divine, closer to the best descriptions of the fluids and feelings between your crotches right now. Wonyoung's face goes from pain to bliss to confusion to pure euphoria and back again and all of these were without flaw. Her eyes are hidden, but all else is clear: the red of her cheeks, the raising of her eyebrows, the pull of her lips any which way. All this while warm cum spills out and makes her pussy all creamy as it milks your cock for all the seed inside, and maybe this vulgar truth, so flawed, is the best any one man can do. Maybe these last few thrusts are the best you can do.

There were flaws because it ended because it had to, and there weren't flaws because the moment happened because it always had to.

A few more ins and outs, ins and outs, lazy, lazy, slow. You've never seen so much white coat your shaft, never seen so much white flow out from between Wonyoung's legs.

Wonyoung's hands flail weakly in front of her face, and her body sways from side to side. Her hair falls across her forehead and you run your fingers along her scalp.

"Are you okay, princess?"

Her body stiffens for a second and she pulls her hair away from her eyes. When she nods, you lay next to her. "Fuck. Your cum is the best, your cock is the best... you're the best, Daddy."

"You too."

The two of you stay like that for quite a while, neither wanting to move since the afterglow of such intense lovemaking hasn't left either of you yet.

"Hey," she says eventually. "I'm going to wash up."

You stop her when she reaches for the cloth around her eyes. “Wait, not yet."

Wonyoung's head tilts. "Huh? But I'm sweaty, Daddy."

Perfect.

"Follow me,” you say. You grab the bottle of lube still on the bed next to you.

With her hand in yours, you lead Wonyoung across the room. She steps carefully as you bring her to the bathroom. Take a moment to glance at her full body in front of the large round mirror, covered in sweat, dripping with cum, nothing on but a blindfold and buttplug—a far cry from the elegance of the photoshoots and the modeling she’s been doing. Wonyoung is perfectly lit by the LEDs surrounding the mirror, an artisan’s statue before you.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you say. Cup her tits; they fit perfectly in your hands. Wonyoung squirms, not expecting the touch. Your lips find their way onto her addictively delicate neck once again, peppering her with kisses hard enough to plant hickies all over. This time, however, she tastes different—the sweat glazing her skin smears a hint of saltiness all over your tastebuds. "You taste so beautiful, sound so beautiful, everything. You're such a perfect princess."

“Where are we, Daddy?”

Finally, you remove the blindfold.

“Ohh.” Wonyoung leans on the edge of the sink to look at herself. Can’t blame her. You gaze at her too; making eye contact with Wonyoung in the mirror messes up your pulse a beat as always.

You stand behind her, your cock nestling just right between her buttcheeks. (The metal of her buttplug is cool to the sensitive touch of your tip.) Point to the small plastic bottle you set down on the marble countertop. “Look at this. You know what that is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. That’s the lube.”

You smile sweetly at Wonyoung. “Do you know what I'm going to do with that?”

Wonyoung nods. Her legs rub together in anticipation of what's to come, and as the realization really sets in, her butt wiggles in the most cock-teasing way possible. She slides her ass against your soft—now, half-hard—cock.

“Don't just nod, use your words instead.”

“S-sorry. D-daddy is going to fuck my ass—”

“Be more specific. Come on, you can do better than this.”

“D-daddy is gonna pull the buttplug out of my ass, and, and bend me over the sink,” Wonyoung bites her lower lip as the shade of red on her face thickens, “and—and then put the lube in me and, uh, and stretch my tight little asshole with his big fat cock—”

“Bingo, clever girl.” You give her another quick peck on her cheek. “So what are you waiting for?”

Wonyoung places her elbows on the sink's counter, leans forward, arches her spine, and raises her heels, presenting her ass. The metallic buttplug sparkles and you reach for the bright toy. At the slowest possible speed, you work the plug out, earning whimpers from Wonyoung’s lips. It pops out with a satisfying sound, and her asshole is subtly gaped by the small insertion. You throw the metal toy to the corner of the bathroom countertop.

“I feel so empty, Daddy. Fill me.”

Reach for your erection and—when did you get this hard again. Must’ve been when you watched your seed drip between Wonyoung's long legs. Must’ve been when you tasted her petite tits. No, no, it must be—Watch her eyes in the mirror, how they flash these different emotions, but they're all as foggy as the reflective surface. A touch of fear—she knows just how much bigger your dick is than the buttplug—a bit of exhaustion from the first session—so much cum in her womb that she had to have been bred—but the biggest portion is crystal clear lust. In itself, a reflection of your own hunger.

No, no, she’s hungrier. First, Wonyoung notices the cum spilling from her cunt and quickly scoops some of it. But in tasting your load, she starts to drool and you can see the idea form in her head. She opens her mouth, drools out a glob of spit, and rubs her hands. Then, she reaches behind her with both hands, quickly finding your dick to work with those drool-covered palms and digits. If you weren’t sure about your hardness, now you are. She spends some time stroking and twisting her pretty fingers on half of your shaft while rubbing your cock’s tip against her ass.

No matter how good this feels, eventually, you have to stop her. You grab the bottle. Same as the first time, you waste a good amount of it by letting it fall down her ass and legs because the way her skin glistens even more is mesmerizing. You come up with good ideas quickly too; you slather your shaft with the lube that’s dripping down, rubbing yourself all over her thighs, her buttcheeks, even collecting some of your cum from her pussy lips. Whatever fluids you can get, you need.

“You’re Daddy’s toy, right?” You grip your now sufficiently slick cock with your hand, your tip resting right on the squinting hole.

“Mmmhm.”

You whisper, “I’m breaking you then.” Push your cockhead forward into her asshole, and you begin to slowly inch it deeper and deeper.

Wonyoung whimpers softly. You want her to cry, but not yet. You can't wait to get past her sphincter muscle, though the tightness around your cockhead already feels heavenly. Deep breath, push harder. You grunt as you feel something, or maybe everything, loosen, every muscle fiber of her body loosens at the thickness penetrating her. Wonyoung lets out a little yelp; you know it won't stay quiet for long. Her petite ass is being split apart by your cock in an addicting way. Addicting in sight, addicting in sensation. You can't get enough because how can you get enough of this flawless feeling. This pressure on your shaft is pressure in your mind so that even the first insertion is even more extreme than fucking her freshly-creampied pussy.

Feels too good already. A rush of pride knowing you took her anal virginity. You are fixed in place, your legs locked, your feet firm where they are. So Wonyoung is the one who fucks her ass into your cock. It takes much effort on her part, however. She’s adorable when she tries to wiggle herself down into your shaft, especially since she has to go through the strain of your width against her tight hole.

Every time Wonyoung does anything, it’s in earnest. Wonyoung can let you take charge, yet she’s fighting for every inch of your cock, for the glory of having you as her seat, as she always does. After long groans and tight grasps—you’re holding her hips; she’s holding the sink—your dick is fully lodged within her asshole, which squeezes and stretches your shaft, already begging for your load.

You think for a moment that you have to start slow here, but Wonyoung, the burgeoning anal slut, immediately starts bouncing like a bunny—funny, it’s not like you can breed her ass, but damn is Wonyoung trying her best to find out if that’s possible. While you’ve let go of her waist, Wonyoung is pushing her hands into the mirror, leaving her hot breath as fog.

Other than your own moans, you can only clench your fists and your jaw and your neck and every muscle in your body feeling Wonyoung’s anal entrance grip up and down your cock over and over. An incredible warmth, even as you re-apply lube. She does not stop backing her ass into you at a rapid pace.

You’re wordless, no dirty talk, no punishing Wonyoung for her boundless need. You’re happy to accept Wonyoung as she quickly gets accustomed to the sensation, seeing how her eyes are rolling up into her head and her mouth is contorting with unsure pleasure.

Surprisingly, she has plenty left to say.

"Daddy...oh, Daddy!"

Well, it’s more than you at least.

Wonyoung throws her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Her voice barely audible as she moans, she says, "Your dick, mmnh, is so huge, Daddy! Ohhh… ffuck, ngh, it hurts so good. I need it, I need it all."

Her arms tremble slightly as she rocks her hips faster, her breasts heaving from the exertion and excitement. Your balls hit her cheeks with every powerful thrust into you. You’ve never ceded so much control to this girl before, but when you’re receiving the privilege of anally fucking Wonyoung, you’ll take whatever, however.

“Gonna cum in my ass too, right? Gonna cum in both my holes, turn me into a total cumslut for you Daddy, a complete, hnh, whore for your cum.”

She sounds like it. That much is for certain. As much as your cock in her ass is a new feeling for her, it’s totally novel for you too. Not even the tightest grip with your own hands could compete. And it’s a messy endeavor, what with all the lube that you squirt on and the sweat and the carnal smell of sex. Pussy juice forms strings from Wonyoung’s quivering pussy. Your every pounding slam into her butthole is accentuated by shivering from her legs, arching from her back.

You watch Wonyoung tire herself out trying to fuck her ass on your dick, trying to milk out your cum into her tummy. Hold her sides again, but your hands can’t stay in one spot for long. You reach up towards her chest and play with her erect nipples; you spend a dozen or two dozen thrusts with your hand around her neck, on her mouth, making her eyes water; you grab her hair and pull forcefully—no grip is enough. She was supporting herself by placing her hands on the sink, but her elbows collapse at the intensity. You catch her and slow down.

Keep in mind Wonyoung’s tight ring is still wrapped around the base of your cock. So your words come out short and breathless. “Are you okay?”

Wonyoung gulps and nods slowly.

“Hmm.” You wrap your arms around her torso and the two of you shamble toward the large rectangular tub in the middle of the room. Sitting down against the bathtub’s edge, you’re right where you started: Wonyoung using you as her chair.

In the mirror, Wonyoung barely has any stamina left, her eyes and her mouth half-open. You peel Wonyoung off you by gripping her slender waist and pulling upward, and her asshole grips your cock in kind. There’s something about this languid motion that’s unbearably intoxicating, making you light-headed. You can’t even bring her halfway up your cock, so you let go and she slowly sits back down. She wants to start bouncing again, but you can tell by her broken breaths that she’s exhausted.

You thrust upwards into Wonyoung, holding her body in place like a cocksleeve and jerking your hips.

“Oh, fuck, you’re in my stomach.”

You might as well be with that bulge your cock is making on her midriff. At this angle, you’re hitting every organ you can inside Wonyoung, mixing up her guts, might as well be. She’s reduced to hitched breaths, to unseemly noises. You’re reduced too, initial pulsations of your body signaling what’s nigh.

There have been many places you’ve cum with Wonyoung. You’ve painted her ethereal face with your cum, ruining it into perfection plenty of times. Every inch of her skin has seen some sort of semen coating: her armpits, her delicate fingers, her flat midriff, her thighs, her feet—it’d be easier to count the spots you’ve missed. But it’s Wonyoung’s holes that make the best receptacles for your load. She’s incredibly practiced at swallowing your load. Wonyoung can be in the middle of talking with her mouth full of cock, when suddenly you’d burst at the seams, and she would happily receive every drop. You know the highs she obtains whenever you breed her needy womb, how she milks you with simultaneous orgasms.

This place is new. A new sin, flaw, mistake. You’re holding onto Wonyoung as tight as possible, wrapping both arms around, one around her belly and one around her tits. Gaining as much leverage as possible, you rapidly pound your cock into Wonyoung’s now sore asshole—you can tell by how she’s yelping, how tears drip down her face, how she’s writhing in her favorite seat. You’d almost feel bad if you didn’t feel so good, or if Wonyoung weren’t calling “Yes, Daddy, yes” every thrust.

You try to keep yourself together as long as possible, chasing what can’t be chased, but once you hear Wonyoung scream, your climax overtakes you completely. Your body is flooded with internal fire; Wonyoung’s ass is flooded with a thick creamy load. Even if every muscle of yours is begging for you to slow down, you can’t. This doesn’t feel like your second orgasm. Somehow, you’re cumming even more, unloading everything you have. Count this flaw, this wicked painting inside Wonyoung’s guts, as another facet of flawlessness. Somehow there’s grace to the way she receives all this cum.

While you’re riding out your endless throbs, Wonyoung finds a bit of strength again, riding your cock as it shoots rope after rope of your seed deep within her. Filling her up so much, you notice cum leaking past her asshole, which makes your shaft all creamy white. The ghost once more: brilliance must fade. The back-and-forth bouncing and thrusting between the two of you slow down eventually.

“Daaaddy, that felt… incredible.” Wonyoung leans back on you as your cock slips out, and you scoot both of your bodies into the bathtub below you.

By the twinkle in Wonyoung’s eye, you have a feeling that this first time won’t be close to the last. In fact, when you turn on the warm water to take a bath, she just can’t stop kissing and hugging you. Doesn’t matter how naughty it is that cum is dripping out both of her holes. She happily makes out with you, her tongue exploring your mouth. Eventually, the two of you get to scrub each other with soap.

The only reason you’re not hard right now is that you’re sore from the multiple orgasms, the tightness of Wonyoung’s holes draining you of everything you have. Despite this, Wonyoung’s eyelids drop as she cuddles against you in the warm water. You drain the tub, dry her off, and carry her back to the bed.

Perfection even sleeps gorgeously.

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