Mmm another jerkbait that I have gooned to over the years. Been an absolute pleasure jerking to her pics over the years she’s been lewded here. The CFM look, gropable tits, tiny waist, firm ass and smooth legs and small in stature. A real life fleshlight you can pick up and use anywhere anytime. I mean you’re already jerking your cock to all these pics imagining you’re fucking her in those outfits after you help her take the ootds.
My fav is the 4th last pic black dress inside the changing room. Such a fucking tease no bra showing side tits in a dress. Imagine you barge into the changing room, whip out your erect dick, pin her against the wall, lift up the dress, pull aside the panties and ram your dick inside her tight pussy. She’ll try to resist but to no avail. Helpless, she squirms around as your dick continue to penetrate her pussy. ‘Plap plap plap’ her ass rams against your groin area and she starts to moan enjoying your dick inside her. Don’t forget to mark her by breeding inside her and paying for the dress so that whenever she wears it from now on, she remembers the pleasurable grape session by a stranger in the changing room.
Shannon took a deep breath before opening the door, only to find an empty room with a box in the middle of the bed, ornamented with a cute red bow. How festive, she thought, lifting up the cover. She was greeted with the most provocative interpretation of Santa's uniform. A little red two piece with nothing underneath.
She slowly undressed and put on the revealing outfit, twirling in the mirror and admiring how it accentuated all of her curves.
God, she looked like a p*rnstar.
She had bet her boybestfriend he couldn't complete no nut november, severely underestimating the lengths he would go to just to fuck her. He was rather secretive about the actual arrangement for her punishment, only that she had to be at a certain location on Christmas day.
As she waited patiently, Shannon took in more of her surroundings, the bed was strange, having no headboard and being placed right in the centre of the room, almost mimicking a sacrificial altar of sorts. She searched through the drawers, eyes widening as she took in the wide selection of dildos and vibrators staring back at her. Just what was he planning to do to her, she really shouldn't have taken that bet.
As she grew increasingly impatient, Shannon returned to the drawer and picked out a medium-sized dildo. Might as well have some fun while she waited. With that, she threw herself onto the bed and spread her legs, rubbing the dildo between her slick folds. She moaned softly as the tip brushed against her entrance. The young woman grabbed at her clothed breast, squeezing it as she teased her pussy.
Shannon shut her eyes and began to enjoy herself, pushing the toy past her entrance, letting it spread apart her walls. She cooed, enjoying the way the silicone toy rubbed her walls. She began imagining herself at the center of a large group, her mind creating detailed scenarios. She rubbed the toy against her G-spot, moaning loudly as the vivid images flashed in her mind. Right as she neared her climax, there was a knock on the door.
Shannon whined at the interruption, removing the toy from her slick pussy before gingerly opening the door. Her bbf stood there, a sly grin on his face.
"Took you long enough" She complained snarkily, pulling you into the room.
You grabbed her waist and pulled her in, pressing her body against yours, "and you look sluttier than ever."
"You picked it," she glared back.
In her low-cut top, you could see her cleavage well. Shannon was more well-endowed than you had thought. She took you by the hand to the bed, sitting you down.
“Let's just get this over with” she said, pushing down the top and revealing her tits to you. “I’ve been waiting all day, and I can’t wait anymore,” she said with a slight pout.
She lifted her skirt, displaying her dripping pussy and already slick thighs. Your eyes roamed over her body, taking in her toned, snatched waist, travelling down to her soft, delicate mound framed by long, slender legs. Shannon noticed you basically r*ping her with your gaze and giggled.
"Quit staring and come fuck me already, probably the only chance you'll ever get," she teased.
She undid the button of your pants and pulled it down, lifting your shirt over your shoulders right after. Shannon pushed you down onto the bed, jumping on you and rolling until you’re lying on top of her.
"Come on, fuck me, you know you want to," her voice laced with seduction, that cute little face looking up at you with those godforsaken fuck-me eyes.
"You really are a little slut aren't you."
You rub your cock against her slit, coating your cock in her nectar before pressing it against her entrance. You’re surprised by how easily you slip in. You groan as her warm walls cradle your cock as you’re pulled deeper into her.
Shannon moaned, reveling in the feeling of a real cock inside her. She didn’t bother to hold anything back. She filled the room with her angelic voice as you thrust into her tight cunt. You settled into a rhythm, mesmerized by the sight of her taking you, cheeks flushed with arousal. You drive your cock deeper into her, watching as her lithe body crumbled in the face of your assault.
Shannon pulled you to her chest, her soft mounds pressing against your face. You nip at her chest before sliding your mouth to one of her nipples, latching onto it and swirling your tongue around her soft nub. Her moans grew louder, the dual pleasure getting to her and slowly overwhelming her mind.
She hooked her legs around, pushing you deeper. “Fuck, that’s it. Harder.” She moans. You hold onto her waist and rammed your length into her. “Yes...” she moaned as your cock goes impossibly deep. “Fucking rail the shit out of me,” she says through gritted teeth.
You do as she commands. You treat this like the only chance you would have to fuck your girlbestfriend, thrusting as roughly and quickly as you can. Shannon's eyes flew wide open, crying out as you flood her body with pleasure. “Just like that,” she moans. “Fuck me just like that.”
As you’re taking care of the her, the door to the room opens. Shannon turned to look in shock.
"Who's there?!"
You smiled as a young woman appeared in the entrance.
“Come in." You turned to your gbf, "nobody said it'll be just me, her name's Hana, she's a friend. You made a bet, now you gotta pay the price."
Hana smirked and closed the door behind her, her eyes glued to Shannon's figure. “There’s a toy for you to use over on the drawer.” Hana looked over at the drawer and sees the double-sided strap-on. She blushed before grabbing it, stripping out of her clothes and putting it on.
You kept an eye on her as you continued to thrust into Shannon. Once you saw she was ready you grabbed Shannon's tight waist and rolled onto your back, leaving her straddling you. You pulled her closer until she was leaning over you, her tits hanging inches from your face.
Before she could adjust you brought a hand to her ass and spread her cheeks apart. “It’s already lubed up, so go ahead and put it in here.” Hana climbed onto the bed and positioned herself behind Shannon, the tip of the strapon hovering just above the other hole. You pause your thrusts, letting her line up the toy, pressing the tip to the puckered hole.
"Wait.."
"She's ready for it. Fuck her to your heart's desire. This cutie has already been impaling herself on my cock nonstop. I want you to break her.”
“Wait! No, please! It won't fit it you're still in..Fuck-ah!”
Before Shannon could finish her sentence, Hana plunged the strapon into her. You wait a moment, letting her enjoy her moment before you began to move. Shannon moaned softly, thoroughly embracing your cock and the strapon inside her, stretching her walls and rubbing against each other. Drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth as you and Hana begin to thrust at the same time. Hana moved quickly, ramming the length into Shannon with no regard for her nubile body.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck a little slut,” her thrusts sped up. Shannon struggled to form a response as pleasure coursed through her body. She moaned, and you could see her eyes roll to the back of her head. You and Hana thrust together, massaging her walls. Hana pressed her body against Shannon's, and you do the same, trapping her between your bodies.
“I’m cumming,” she whined, barely able to form the words. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock. You and Hana hold her still, keeping your cocks buried inside her. The second contraction brought you to orgasm, pouring your cum into her cunt, painting her walls and defiling her pure womb.
Just as you cum in her, the door opens again, and two men stepped in. You gestured them over.
Shannon's words slurred, her mind foggy, as Hana pulled out of her ass, leaving the warm hole gaping and giving you the space to pull out your cock from her cunt. You raised her off your body and moved to the side. “Alright, fellas, it’s your turn.”
The men quickly strip down, positioning themselves as you and Hana were moments ago. Shannon moaned as she felt two new cocks invade her body. She raised her head, only to be greeted by Hana’s strapon. Hana forced her lips around the toy, gradually pushing more of the strapon into her mouth.
You sit on the sidelines, taking in the scene of them having their way with her.
Shannon was in the throes of pleasure at this point, unable to form a thought and craving nothing but cock and cum. She was being filled in all three holes: Hana was thrusting her hips while holding her head, face fucking her to oblivion, while the two men pounded into their respective holes.
Shannon moaned loudly around Hana's strapon. The pleasure she felt was incredible. She could feel the men's cocks grinding against her insides, her body held in place as they fucked her like the free-use toy she was.
Shannon felt the cocks begin to throb. Her body clamped down on both cocks, desperate to be filled with more semen. As the men alternated thrusts, they began to speed up. Their climax came quickly and without warning. They both buried themselves deep inside her, filling her holes with their cum.
Shannon's eyes rolled back; the sight was enough to make Hana cum. The young woman wished she had a real cock, she would've loved to cum down her throat. For now, though, she enjoyed the lustful look Shannon had as the toy rammed the back of her throat. The trio continued to thrust until their energy gave out.
The door opened once more, and more people streamed in. You smirk, there had been no shortage of eager volunteers when you broadcasted the event. You talk to the new arrivals, making sure they document the whole process of your gbf's defilement and send everything to you at the end of the event. You grab your clothes and leave, letting Shannon's free-use night continue.
Sometime later, you get sent a couple of photos, Shannon could hardly be recognized under the copious amount of cum splattered on her face. Her fair skin glistened with the amount of semen covering her. In some photos, she’s lying on the bed, completely exhausted, but like the slut she is, there are other pictures where she looks lively, giving peace signs, completely cock-drunk.
You even get sent a short video of her massaging the semen on her body into her skin, groping her perky breasts. “I had a lot of fun today, can't wait for our next bet.” She ended the video by giving you a sly wink before blowing a kiss to the camera. You smile, another plan already forming in your head.
A/N - Basically two fics combined into one. The grey dress from Seulgi's Wuhan fanmeet blew my mind (scroll a bit down to find it), and this fit with the yellow dress somehow added more to the damage to my heart.
“miss you already… hurry back?”
This is the photo Seulgi sends to me in the morning, as I am trying to finish my 30 minute run, just five minutes away from the resort that Seulgi’s team booked for her.
Not a simple good morning text. Not asking where I am. Just sending me a selfie with her all dolled up, because Seulgi is very aware of the effect she has on me and she knows I will drop everything and run back to her. Seulgi practically has me on a leash, and I am all too happy to oblige anytime she tugs on the proverbial leash.
Under the harsh sunlight, I squinted hard to see her selfie. I see Seulgi wearing a silky pale-yellow (The Red Velvet girls take their representative colors very seriously, as I have witnessed) sleeveless top that clings to her body, the fabric draped low and soft across her chest, the opening for arm big enough to show the soft swell of her left breast, made to look all the more prominent as she is leaning on her left side. Her gray shorts ride high on her toned thighs, the hem teasing the edge of the chair. Her dark hair is pulled back into a low, messy bun with a few soft strands framing her face, and Seulgi is looking off to the side with that calm, sultry expression, lips slightly parted.
My cock twitches hard against my shorts before I even finish processing it. Seulgi’s body looks relaxed and glowing, that yellow silk glowing against her skin, the way her thighs look so smooth and bare. I can practically smell the sunscreen and pool water on her, the faint vanilla of her lotion mixing with the warm Bali breeze. My thumbs shake as I type back “on my way” and I’m already turning around, practically sprinting the last stretch of the run till the resort is in sight.
I find Seulgi still lounging around the pool, her staff nowhere to be seen. She looks at me through her sunglasses and instantly realizes she successfully pulled me to where she wanted me; sweaty and panting right in front of her, eagerly waiting to see what she does next. She stands up from the chair and walks towards me, hands me her phone, and asks, “Could you take a photo of me sitting? I can’t find any of my team members.” and smirks. Seulgi’s smirk is enough to let me know that whatever she has planned for next, she did not want her staff to be present in the immediate vicinity.
I squat down, with her phone in hand, prepared to take her photos. She almost sits down in front of me, her top riding over her back a bit, showing off her toned back, and the hem of her skirt gets pushed up further to remind me how absolutely delightful her bare thighs are. As I get too engrossed looking at her thighs, to make me put my attention back to the task in hand (which is to take pretty photos of her), she purses her lips and blows me a noisy kiss, the kind that hollows her cheeks just a little, and reminding me off all the things she can and has done with her lips. I press the shutter button, back to reality enough to take her photos, but the combination of her body, pose, and approach proving too much for me to think clearly.
Seulgi stands up, checks the photos of hers that I took, and clearly delighted, kisses me on the cheek, still acting innocently as if she does not know just the touch of her naturally pouty lips anywhere on my skin is enough to make me feel like a dog in heat. Seulgi is in a mood to tease me today, and she keeps her lips pressed against my cheek longer than she usually does, slightly parting her lips to push the tip of her tongue against my skin, sending a jolt of lust throughout my body.
Seulgi immediately steps backward, her lips now curved in a teasing smile, as she says, “Baby, can you wait here for a few minutes? I have something I need to find in my bedroom, and we can go have breakfast after I find it.” All I can vocalize is, “yes, baby, take your time.”, because after all these years of being with Seulgi, her touches and invitations still feel like the first time.
After a few minutes, just when I start feeling that my blood has stopped rushing to my cock, I receive another selfie from Seulgi. It is a mirror selfie from her bedroom. She is sitting on the side of her bed, one leg crossed over the other, her skirt riding up even further, making her thighs look like a five course michelin meal, her top thigh pressing down on the lower one so her muscle dimples slightly. “Can’t find what I was looking for. Help me?”
My body starts moving before my mind even processes anything, because my body is well aware of the combination of Seulgi and her bedroom and what usually comes next. I rush from the swimming pool to the bedroom, and push the door open, heart hammering. I see Seulgi sitting on the edge of the huge king bed exactly as if she’s been waiting for me to burst in. She’s still in the same pose as the photo, but now she has her back slightly arched so the satin pulls tight across her breasts. Her bun is a little messier now, a few more strands loose around her face, and she’s looking right at me with that same sultry, knowing smile.
Seulgi tilts her head innocently and asks, “Do you know what I was looking for, baby?” She bites her lower lip, eyes darkening as she continues in a low, breathy voice: “I was looking for that perfect mouth, the one that knows exactly how to lick me slow and deep until my legs shake. And those hands, the ones that pin my thighs open and curl inside me just right.” Seulgi uncrosses her legs slowly, letting them fall apart so you can see how wet she already is.
“I searched everywhere, but I couldn’t find them… so I had to text you.”
The leash snaps. I can’t hold myself back anymore, crossing the room in two steps.
I drop to my knees right in front of her on the cool tiled floor, the impact jarring my bones but I don’t care. My hands slide up her smooth calves, over her knees, and hook into the waistband of those gray shorts. Seulgi’s breath hitches audibly. Seulgi plants her feet on the edge of the bed so her thighs part just enough for me to tug the fabric down. I peel the shorts off slowly, savoring the way the material drags over her skin, revealing the smooth, bare, and undeniably wet pussy I’ve been aching for since that photo hit my phone. She’s glistening, her pussy wet and puffy, the soft pink folds shining in the natural morning light, her natural musky scent overloading my olfactory sense immediately.
“Fuck, Seulgi…” I breathe in the smell that is uniquely Seulgi, leaning in and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right above her clit, feeling her shiver.
“Mmm, baby…” Seulgi whispers in her sirenlike low voice, one hand threading gently into my hair. “You don’t have to be so gentle… but I like when you start slow.”
I don’t need more permission. My middle finger traces her pink, glistening slit first, slowly, tentatively, spreading her wetness from her entrance up to her clit and back down. She’s soaked completely, a bit of her warmth leaking on the bed already. I push inside Seulgi gently, just one finger to the first knuckle, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me. Seulgi feels so tight, so warm, and the little gasp she lets out as she looks at herself in the bedroom mirror makes my cock throb painfully, but I ignore my own need, focusing on Seulgi’s pleasure only.
I add a second finger, curling them slowly, stroking that soft spot inside her while my thumb circles her clit in lazy circles, my thumb wet from Seulgi’s arousal. Seulgi’s head falls back, a soft moan spilling from her lips as she closes her eyes, “Ahh… just like that baby.”
I lean in, the smell of her arousal feeding my own more as I move closer to Seulgi’s pussy, and replace my thumb with my tongue on her clit, my two fingers never stopping their movement inside her. I lick her clit tentatively, flat and slow at first, then move to licking broad stripes up her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy arousal. Seulgi tastes like heaven, warm and slick and unmistakably hers. I suck gently on her clit, then flick the tip of my tongue against it while my fingers keep pumping in a steady rhythm. Her hips start to roll against my face, nothing less than a primal dance, chasing the pleasure, and her fingers tighten in my hair. Seulgi opens her eyes again, half lidded with pleasure already, looking at our reflection in the mirror again, me on my knees between her open legs lapping hungrily, her nipples pebbled under her yellow top, her arousal further fueled by watching herself be pleasured this way.
I pick up the pace gradually as my fingers thrust deeper, faster, curling harder with every stroke. My tongue moves quicker, sucking and licking with more pressure, the wet, obscene sounds of me eating her out growing louder. Seulgi’s moans turn breathier, higher, right as her pussy gets wetter.
“Baby, yes, keep going like that.” Her thighs start to tremble around my head as they rest on top of my shoulders. “I’m close already.”
I don’t slow down. I flatten my tongue and press it hard against Seulgi’s clit while my fingers fuck her faster, wet, squelching sounds filling the room. Her whole body tenses, back arching, eyes closed, her thighs wrapping around my head hard; and then she comes with a broken cry as her walls clamp down around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, a fresh gush of wetness coating my hand and chin. I keep licking her through it, my fingers keep moving inside, gentler now but not stopping, drawing out every last shudder as she rides the highs of her orgasm, moaning my name in a soft voice.
Seulgi’s orgasm only fuels my own desire to pleasure her more, pushing her to highs she has not experienced before. I keep going, my fingers bury themselves more inside Seulgi’s pussy now, picking up the pace and thrusting steadily again while my tongue laps at her oversensitive clit. Seulgi’s eyes fly open, breath catching in a startled whine, as she looks at my head buried between her thighs.
“B-baby, wait, it’s too sensitive..” Her voice cracks, but her hips are still twitching toward my mouth, greedy even as she says it, as her beautifully toned thighs wrap around my head harder.
I look up at Seulgi, lips shiny with her cum, locking eyes, showing how hungry I am for her taste and for her pleasure as I say, “Not stopping, baby. If it is too much, use our safe word.”
I dive back in harder this time with renewed vigor, my tongue rougher, sucking Seulgi’s clit into my mouth with more pressure, fingers pumping faster, curling inside her again and again and again. The wet, filthy, almost squelching sounds are much louder now, her juices dripping down her pussy and my wrist onto the sheets. Seulgi’s moans turn into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure, as she opens her eyes again to look at her reflection, face contorted with bodily bliss.
“Fuck, fuck, oh my god, please don’t stop..”, Seulgi’s legs start shaking violently against my head, heels digging into my back. I can feel her second orgasm building already, faster and sharper than the first. Her walls flutter wildly around my fingers, and I smell a sharper, muskier smell coming from her body, signalling her imminent release.
Then Seulgi snaps, her back bows hard, her upper body almost parallel to the bed. A raw, guttural cry tears from her throat as she squirts. Hot, clear fluid gushes over my fingers and straight onto my tongue, splashing my face and chin and dripping down my neck. I keep licking and fingering her through it, drinking her in, the taste flooding my mouth intoxicating me and pushing me to keep going. Her whole body convulses, thighs clamping around my head so tight I can barely breathe, but I don’t pull away.
I keep going relentlessly now, tongue working her clit in tight, fast circles, fingers slamming into her soaked pussy with wet, filthy thrusts, made easier with her squirt but simultaneously difficult with her pussy contracting around my fingers. Seulgi’s voice goes hoarse, eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering.
“Baby, I can’t, too much, ahh—fuck” She’s babbling, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of her eyes. Her body is trembling nonstop, abs clenching, chest heaving, nipples pebbled and visible under that yellow satin top, but woefully ignored. Another orgasm crashes through Seulgi almost immediately, even stronger, and she squirts again, somehow harder this time, soaking my face and the sheets beneath her.
I still don’t stop. My jaw is aching and fingers tired, my hand and face drenched in her, my pants straining against my hard cock and wet from the precum from pleasuring Seulgi for all this time, but the sounds she’s making, the desperate, broken little whimpers and moans only make me hungrier and to push her to ecstasy. Her thighs are quaking uncontrollably now against my head, her grip in my hair almost painful.
Her eyes are glassy, half-lidded, body going limp between waves of pleasure as the overstimulation pushes her right to the edge of consciousness. Her breathing is ragged, little broken moans spilling out with every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers. She’s right there—teetering, trembling, almost gone.
Seulgi’s voice cracks into a sob. “I can’t, too much—gonna black out, red, RED!”
I stop immediately at Seulgi using our safe word. I look up at her flushed, wrecked face, cheeks wet with tears, lips parted, chest rising and falling under the rumpled yellow top, and while my body is driven by lust completely, my heart makes me stop.
I move up and hold her almost limp body softly against mine, worry clouding my thoughts, as I ask, “Baby, you okay? Too much?”
Seulgi lets out a shaky, breathless laugh that turns into another soft moan, her fingers gently stroking my hair even as her body continues to twitch with aftershocks in my embrace, as she whispers, “Fuck… I am okay, baby. It was too much, but I loved it.”, voice hoarse and wrecked and so full of love it makes my chest ache.
My worry dissolves completely, an almost smug smile replacing it, satisfied with the way I could push Seulgi to her limits and how well she took it. “That’s my girl. I already can’t wait to travel around the world in 30 days with you, baby.” as I hug her closer and let her ride out the aftershocks of pleasure I was responsible for.
The hotel room in Wuhan feels like a luxurious cocoon after the electric chaos of Seulgi’s fan concert earlier tonight. The floor-to-ceiling windows frame the glittering skyline of Wuhan, the neon lights bleeding across the river and distant skyscrapers outshadowing the night stars. I’m sprawled on the massive sectional sofa, phone in hand, scrolling through the official Red Velvet instagram update that just dropped. The photo is enough to stun me for a straight minute (even after dating her for all these years, I could never get used to her beauty.) - Seulgi’s looking straight at the camera, those sharp, smoky eyes lined perfectly, lips glossy and slightly parted, the draped neckline framing her collarbones like an invitation. One of her shoulders is bare, another draped with her silky smooth hair. She’s fresh off stage, still radiating that post-performance glow, and I can’t stop imagining peeling it off her right there under the spotlights.
The door to the suite clicks open. Seulgi steps in, still in her post-concert sweats and a loose hoodie, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, cheeks flushed from the encore cheers. She spots me on the sofa and her face lights up with that shy, tired smile that always hits me straight in the chest. “Hey, baby,” she says softly, kicking off her sneakers and padding over. “Did you see the photos? They just posted them.”
I sit up, pulling her down onto my lap before she can protest. My hands slide under the hoodie to rest on her bare waist, thumbs tracing the warm skin there. “I did. You looked insanely sexy in that gray dress. Like you were daring the whole audience to stare. And your navel, good God. So fucking hot in that dress.”
Seulgi laughs, low and breathy, nuzzling into my neck. Her skin smells like stage makeup, faint vanilla lotion, and the clean sweat of dancing under hot lights. “You liked it that much?”
“Liked it?” I grip her hips tighter, voice dropping. “I was scouring through Twitter, watching every single photos and videos of you and thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you right there on stage. Bend you over the edge of the platform in front of everyone, lift that dress up, and bury my cock in you while the lights were still flashing.”
Seulgi’s breath catches, a shy yet seductive smile playing on her lips. “Baby… that’s so dirty. You know I’d let you if we could get away with it.” Her fingers trace my jaw, eyes darkening. “But since we can’t… what if I put the dress back on for you? Right now. Just us.”
I feel a bit lightheaded, imagining the possibility, asking, “You serious?”
Seulgi bites her lip, already reaching for her phone on the coffee table. “My stylist’s still downstairs packing. One call and she can bring it up.” Her voice turns teasing, that playful lilt I love. “You want to fuck me in it? Pretend we’re back on stage?”
“God yes,” I groan, kissing her hard, excited beyond measure. “Call her. Please.”
She giggles against my mouth, dialing quickly as she enjoys my desperation, sitting on my lap still. The conversation is short and professional, no hint of the actual intention. “Yes, unnie… just the gray one from tonight. Yes, the full look. Thanks.” She hangs up, tossing the phone aside. “Ten minutes. She’s bringing the whole thing—dress, earrings, everything.”
Those ten minutes stretch like torture. I keep her on my lap, hands roaming under her hoodie, palming her breasts through her bra while she grinds slowly against the hard line of my cock, making out like teenagers, restless and excited and messy. “I wanted you so bad on that stage,” I murmur into her ear, just as I stop sucking on her tongue. “Watching you dance, that dress moving with your body, how confident you were tonight.”
“Mmm… you should have texted me, baby.” she whispers back, nipping my earlobe and sucking on it lightly. “I could have worn the dress back to the hotel room and we could have started already..”
A knock at the door. The stylist hands over a garment bag with a knowing little smile and leaves without a word. Seulgi disappears into the bedroom to change, and when she emerges five minutes later, my mouth goes dry, my head empty.
It’s even better in person. The gray fabric drapes over her like liquid smoke, one shoulder completely exposed, the cowl neckline plunging just enough to frame the swell of her breasts. The sheer midriff panel shows off her flat, toned stomach with visible navel, the ruching at the waist cinching everything perfectly before the skirt flows down with that teasing slit up one thigh. Her hair is loose now, straight and glossy like in the photos, the silver butterfly earring sparkling. She’s barefoot, the dress pooling slightly around her ankles on the carpet.
“You like this?” she asks, doing a slow turn. The fabric shifts, clinging to her ass and hips.
“Love that.” I speak in a low, restrained voice, standing up and pulling her close immediately. My hands slide over the silky material, feeling the heat of her body underneath. “Now sit on the sofa. I need to taste you first.”
Seulgi obeys, visibly excited on the effect she has on me as she sinks back onto the cushions, legs parting just enough for the dress to ride up her thighs. I drop to my knees between them, pushing her dress up further. I ignore her bare, wet pussy completely, instead, my mouth finds her stomach immediately, kissing the warm, smooth skin. She tastes like salt and vanilla, the faint metallic tang of stage sweat and her vanilla body lotion still clinging to her. I drag my tongue slowly across her belly, circling her navel with the tip.
“Fuck, your navel is perfect,” I murmur against Seulgi’s skin, licking deeper into the little dip. It’s small and delicate, a soft oval that quivers when I suck gently on the rim. “So fucking cute. Looks like it was made for my tongue.” I worship it slowly, lapping around and inside it, feeling her abs tense under my mouth.
Seulgi’s fingers thread into my hair, a soft moan escaping mixed with a giggle at feeling tickled, “Baby… that feels so good. Keep going.”
I move higher, kissing up the exposed midriff, then detour to her left armpit. The skin there is impossibly soft, warm, with the faintest trace of her deodorant mixed with her natural scent, sweet, musky, a bit tangy from all the dancing at the fansign and not showering. I lick a long, slow stripe along the curve, tasting the subtle saltiness, inhaling hard and nuzzling into the warmth. Seulgi gasps at the novel sensation, thighs squeezing my sides. “Oh god… you’re really worshipping every inch tonight.” she breathes against my head, voice husky. “I love when you get like this.”
I spend minutes there, licking and sucking gently, my hands sliding up her sides under the dress to cup her breasts. Then I move back down to her navel, circling it again with my tongue while one hand finally slips between her legs. Seulgi has been wet ever since she sat on my lap, but she is soaking now, no panties, just bare, slick heat. I finger her slowly, two digits curling inside while my mouth keeps worshipping her bare stomach.
But the need to be inside her has been building for the last 4 hours, and I cannot wait anymore. I pull back, standing and tugging her up by the hands. “Balcony. Now. I want you looking out at Wuhan while I look at your ass and fuck you.”
Seulgi’s eyes gleam with excitement. She leads me to the wide glass doors of the balcony, with a clear, panoramic view of the city. I spin her around, pressing her front against the glass door. Her hands grip the cool metal of the door handles, as I lift the back of the dress, bunching the silky fabric around her waist. Her ass is perfect; round and firm and perky, the skin smooth and glowing under the city lights. I squeeze both cheeks hard, redding them just from the squeeze, as I spread them, mesmerized by the way they jiggle slightly under my palms.
“Baby, I love your ass so fucking much” I groan, spanking her right asscheek with a sharp crack. “So fucking perfect. Tight and soft at the same time.” Seulgi arches her back, pushing back against my bulge. “Fuck me. Right here.”
I free my cock, already throbbing, and rub the head along her slick folds, covering my tip instantly. Then I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling Seulgi’s walls stretch and clench around me. The dress still covers her upper body completely, the gray fabric draped elegantly over her back and shoulders while her lower half is exposed to the night, for my eyes only.
“Good God, you feel like heaven already,” I moan as I push my length inside her slick, warm, inviting pussy. I grab her hips, and start thrusting slowly at first, savoring how my cock feels the texture and the warmth inside of Seulgi’s cunt, the way her ass ripples with every impact.
Seulgi moans loudly as I push into her, pushing against my cock more, like she wants even more. “Go harder.” She looks over her shoulder to look at my eyes and bites her lower lip. “Pull my hair, baby. Take me, I am yours.”
I wrap her silky black hair around my fist and yank her head back gently but firmly, arching her neck. Seulgi is visibly excited being dominated like this, her face pushed against the glass door, her tight grey dress fluttering in the wind as it covers her upper body, ass bouncing against my hips as I start fucking her harder. Skin slaps against skin, loud and wet and obscene, the smell of her arousal and sweat making me heady with lust.
I spank her again and again when I am not grabbing her hips, alternating cheeks, watching them flush pink under my hand. “This ass was made for me. It’s only mine to spank.” Between my spanks and her moaning my name, Seulgi manages to say, “Yes, spank me harder, I love when you get all horny and possessive like this. God, baby, your cock feels so good inside me.”
The kinky talk flows out of Seulgi between moans as I drive into her from behind, hair still being pulled by my hand. “I’ve been thinking about us going public, you know? Walking the streets of Europe… Paris, maybe. Making out against some old stone wall while tourists walk by. No one would recognize me with my hair down and sunglasses on. But if they did…” Her pussy clenches hard around me once, as if her pussy is responsible to prove the sincerity of her words, making me almost cum then and there, as she smiles shyly looking back at me. “I’d give them a show. Kiss you messier, let you slide your hand under my skirt right there on the sidewalk. Let the world see how much I belong to you.”
Seulgi’s words push me closer than I would like, fueling my possessiveness further. I thrust slower now, wanting to hear what more she has to say, the wet sounds of her pussy and my hips thrusting against her ass almost enough to drown her voice out. I release her hair to grab both her asscheeks again, spreading her wider, pounding deeper. “Tell me more,” I whisper as I lean forward over her back.
“I want to ride you in a café in Rome,” she pants, voice wrecked. “Skirt hiked up under the table, your fingers inside me while we drink espresso. Or in Berlin… fuck me against a graffiti wall at night, my legs around your waist. Even if someone films it, I don’t care. I’d moan your name loud enough for the whole street to hear. You’re mine, baby. And I want everyone to know.”
Seulgi’s body starts trembling, both from my relentless pounding and spanking and from sharing her public fantasies with me. I feel her walls squeezing against my cock rhythmically, attempting to drain my cum ASAP. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, baby!”
Seulgi cums hard on my cock, thighs shaking, a gush of wetness soaking my balls and dripping down her legs. The moans from her sirenlike voice fills my ears, as I keep thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, her pussy clenching rhythmically around me as it feels the bliss.
I’m right at the edge myself, cock throbbing, balls tightening, holding myself back from cumming just to hear her fantasies in full. “Seulgi… I’m so close.”
She pulls off me suddenly, spinning around with a wicked, breathless smile. The dress is still perfectly in place on her upper body, draped elegantly over her chest and shoulders, the sheer midriff now slightly damp with sweat. Seulgi drops to her knees and whispers, “Cum on me,” looking up with eyes laced with lust. “All over my face, my chest, my stomach. Mark me in this dress, ruin it for everyone else.”
I stroke myself fast, impossible to hold myself back anymore. Seulgi opens her mouth, tongue out. The first burst of cum lands across her cheek, dripping down to her lips. The next hits her chest, painting the gray fabric and the swell of her breasts, covering the perkiness from her left nipple with a bit of my cum. I point lower with my cock as the last streaks of my cum shoots across her stomach, covering the sheer panel and leaking to her navel. Seulgi moans softly, catching what she can on her tongue, the rest glistening on her skin and the expensive dress.
Seulgi looks up at me from her kneeling position, a smile of pride on her cum-stricken lips, her grey dress ruined by my cum, marked by it, as she licks her lips, adjusts her messy black hair and suggests, “Keep a memoir of this, baby. Take a photo of what you did.”
I grab my phone from my pocket, snapping a quick photo of Seulgi exactly like this: kneeling on the balcony, gray dress still draped elegantly over her torso, face and chest and stomach streaked with my cum, the Wuhan nightlights painting her in neon and shadow from behind her. Her eyes sparkle as the shutter clicks.
I pull her up gently, kissing her cum-smeared lips, tasting myself on her tongue. As we wrap each other with our bodies, standing and looking at the Wuhan city sights, I cannot help but feel a strong sense of warmth and love, Seulgi’s confession of her fantasies making a permanent mark in my heart.
Seulgi murmurs, nuzzling herself closer in my embrace, “I meant what I said about Europe. It doesn’t have to be in Europe, but it definitely has to be you.”
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