What would RV do to avoid getting caught while having a quickie?
Guessing anon
Irene
You pin Irene against the bathroom sink, her red satin outfit hiked up, legs wrapped around your waist. The stage lights still glow in your mind from her performance, but now it's just the dim fluorescent bulb above. She bites her lip hard, trying to muffle the whimpers as you thrust deep and steady. Her nails dig into your shoulders through your shirt.
"Shh, baby."
You whisper against her neck, tasting her sweat and perfume. She nods, eyes fluttering, but the next roll of your hips pulls a soft, broken moan from her throat.
Three sharp knocks rattle the door.
"Irene-ssi! The van's waiting. Hurry up for makeup!"
The voice of her manager cuts through her gasps and sighs.
Irene's breath hitches. She clenches around you tighter, savoring the risk of almost getting caught.
"J-just a minute!"
You smirk, grinding deeper. She gasps, head falling back against the mirror, long dark hair spilling everywhere. Another knock.
"Irene?"
She grins wickedly, rocking her hips to meet yours, chasing the edge despite the interruption.
"Almost... ready."
She pants, the lie as smooth as her trembling body. The thrill makes her pussy wetter and hotter. You feel her pulse racing under your palm on her throat.
One final, hard thrust and she shatters quietly, teeth sunk into your shoulder to stay silent. She lingers, kissing you slow and lazy while the manager grumbles outside.
"Coming."
Seulgi
Seulgi straddles you on her bed, dress bunched around her waist as she rides you with frantic, needy rolls of her hips. Her manager said he needed to use her bathroom and she took you back to her bedroom, unable to hide how badly she wanted you the second you walked in.
You grip her ass, thrusting up hard to match her rhythm. She moans , head thrown back, then freezes when heavy footsteps approach down the hallway.
“Seulgi-ya? You in there? We’re leaving for the schedule in ten! Have you seen the camera man?”
Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t stop, just slows to deep, grinding circles that make you groan under your breath.
“Y-yeah! Just… finishing up something! Almost ready!”
She yells back, very aware that she didn't answer his second question.
You smirk, sliding a hand between you to rub tight circles over her clit. She slaps her palm over her mouth to muffle the whimper.
“You sound weird. Everything okay?”
The doorhandle moves. You see the pure horror in Seulgi's eyes as she realizes she forgot to lock the door.
“I’m fine! Stretching! It’s… intense! Don't come in!”
She bounces faster despite her fear of getting caught, chasing the edge, thighs trembling around you.
“Five minutes or I’m coming in.”
The manager warns and Seulgi exhales shakily, then rides you harder, breasts bouncing under the thin fabric of her dress.
“Fuck, so close..."
You flip her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head, pounding deep and fast. She arches, cuming with a bitten off cry just as the manager knocks again.
She laughs breathlessly after, pulling you down for a messy kiss.
“Next time… I’ll lock it. Maybe.”
She winks, already reaching for the hem of her dress to make herself presentable again.
Wendy
Wendy stands inside her vocal booth, headset on, phone hidden underneath her music sheet. Her teacher drones instructions through the speakers.
"Higher, Wendy. Support from the diaphragm, hit that A5 clean."
But all she thinks about is you. She texted you twenty minutes ago.
"I need you. Now. Quick."
You slip in quietly when he isn't looking. She spreads her legs without a word. You kneel, push her skirt up, and bury your face between her thighs. She bites her lip as your tongue flicks over her clit.
"Relax your throat...breathe."
Wendy inhales sharply as you suck harder. Her voice cracks into a perfect, effortless high note.
"Good! That's it! Keep it going!"
You slide two fingers inside her, curling them. She hits another note, clearer, stronger than ever. Her free hand grips your hair, hips rocking subtly.
"Again, from the top!"
She sings, voice soaring, while you thrust your fingers faster. Your tongue moves relentlessy with perfect rhythm. Her thighs tremble. The note wavers into a soft, hidden moan that blends into vibrato.
She cums suddenly, clenching around your fingers, voice breaking into the highest, purest run she's ever hit.
The teacher praises her.
"Perfect resonance today!"
Wendy exhales shakily, smiling dazedly as you stand, kissing her neck. as her teacher checks the recording.
"Thanks for the... warm up."
She whispers, still flushed. You slip out before the teacher looks up.
Joy
Joy sits on your lap as you sit in the passenger seat of her parked car, phone pressed to her ear, arguing with her boyfriend again.
"No, I told you I'm stuck in traffic."
Your hand is already under her skirt, fingers teasing her through soaked panties. She shoots you a frustrated glare that melts into need.
"Joy? You there?"
"Yeah...bad signal."
She lies, spreading her legs wider. You push her panties aside and slide your cock, wet with her spit from earlier, inside her. She gasps, covering it with a cough. You thrust shallowly, careful not to rock the car too much. Her free hand grips the door handle white knuckled.
"I miss you too."
She says flatly to the phone, but her eyes lock on yours as you go deeper. A whimper escapes. She bites her lip hard.
"You're acting weird. Everything okay?"
"Fine! Just... bumpy road."
She rocks her hips subtly, meeting your thrusts, chasing the pleasure while pretending to listen. You speed up, thumb on her clit. Her voice cracks.
"Gotta go-tunnel!"
She hangs up fast, tossing the phone.
"Fuck him."
She growls, now actively bouncing on your cock. She rides you hard, moaning freely now.
"Only you make me feel this good."
Yeri
Yeri drags you into the back of her van between takes, door barely shut.
"Filming's stressing me out."
She whines, already tugging your belt open after pulling her shorts down just enough to expose her pussy.
"Fix it."
The director's voice crackles over her walkie-talkie.
"Yeri-ssi, five minutes! We need you on set!"
She ignores it, shoving you onto the cushioned bench and climbing on top. Her long hair falls like a curtain as she sinks down onto your cock, sighing in relief.
You grip her hips, thrusting up. She rocks fast, needy, biting her lip to stay quiet.
"Yeri! Where are you?"
"Coming!"
She calls sweetly, voice trembling as you hit deep. She grinds harder, chasing her high, ignoring the schedule.
"Two minutes or we're behind!"
She laughs, leaning down to kiss you.
"They can wait. This is priority."
You flip her under you, pounding her into the bench now. Her nails rake your back. The van rocks slightly. She giggles, then moans as you angle just right. The walkie buzzes again. She slaps it off, focusing on you.
"Harder."
You give it to her, fast and rough until she arches, cuming with a muffled cry against your neck. You finish inside her, you both panting.
Tags: Bratty Yeri (obviously), jealousy/possessiveness, messy kisses and copious amounts of spit, titjob.
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Katy Kim is a brat.
She’s flirty, sexy (obviously), and likes to make me jealous. Or maybe I am the jealous kind, and she likes using that against me.
Don’t get me wrong, she is communicative. Expressive. Respectful of the boundaries we have set (not many) in our day to day relationship. But all of that goes away when she is horny.
Kim Yeri is messy, likes making me jealous by flirting with or talking about other men in front of me, and considering her tiny frame yet generous tits, absolutely loves being manhandled by me.
And she is horny all the time.
So, I am jealous, possessive, and aggressively horny in return. All the time.
Yeri looks ethereal tonight. And lethal. And absurdly sexy. Especially under the moonlit night, at the beach, as a light breeze is blowing her hair softly and the candlelights the waiters have set on the table illuminate her beautiful facial features, plump lips and the shape of her tits. And Yeri is perfectly aware of the effect she has on me right now.
Including me in this family trip to Jeju island was Yeri’s idea, she could not wait for me to meet her extended family, promising “My family will love you, oppa.” in her mischievous smile that does not take no for an answer. While I was skeptical as it did feel too early to meet her family, I felt lucky and incredibly flattered that Yeri liked me enough to meet her family. Now I’m sandwiched between her and her aunt, trying to smile through the dinner as my blood simmers, slowly realizing the actual reason why Yeri brought me with her.
Yeri is sexy (I have said that thrice now), and the little white dress she is wearing at the beach tonight clings to her lithe frame like it was painted on, shoulders bare, the fabric stretching over her large, perky tits that sit high and full on her slim torso, the color white enhancing the size further. Yeri’s waist is tiny, the kind I have wrapped both hands around, flaring out into hips that sway with every step she takes (the sway is intentional, if I may add). Yeri is wearing strappy heels, even on the beach, just to make sure her ass looks perky enough, sacrificing the comfort of a flip flop.
But the highlight for me always is Yeri’s face, big, expressive eyes lined in black and those full, pouty lips painted a glossy red that catches the candlelight every time she laughs. Her dark hair falls in messy waves past her shoulders, a few strands already sticking to her gloss from the humid air, and for a while, all I can think about is moving the strands away from her lips as I devour her lips in a kiss. But the thought rapidly goes away, and possessiveness laced with jealousy replaces my lust.
Right now Yeri is leaning across the table toward her male cousin, laughing at some dumb joke he just made about the grilled beef. Her hand rests on his forearm for a second too long, fingers tracing a lazy circle. “Oppa, you’re so funny,” she says in that bubbly, flirty tone she saves for public performances, and I am sure her cousin knows it as well. The way she leans forward makes her tits press against each other, the tight white dress showing off the size of her soft, large tits to the other side of the table.
I know exactly what Yeri is doing. She’s been like this since we landed: testing me, poking every possessive button she can find because she loves how feral I get when I finally snap.
Under the tablecloth, her bare foot slides up my calf, slow and deliberate. She’s kicked off one heel already, as I feel her foot rubbing against my calf, skin against skin. She doesn’t even look at me. Her eyes stay locked on her cousin, while she chatters about some old family story, but her foot rubs firm circles over my knee, knowing full well how arousing her touch can be for me. A little giggle escapes her when she feels me twitch. “What’s wrong, baby?” she whispers sideways, still smiling at her cousin. “You’re so quiet tonight.”
I try to keep my voice level, not letting her know how jealous or horny I feel already. “Yeri. Stop.” It comes out low, meant only for her.
She ignores me asking her to stop completely, as she always does. Ignoring anyone and everyone has always been Yeri’s favorite go to ever since she was in elementary school, she never listens, never obeys, just pushes until she stops or I break. Instead she leans even closer to her cousin, letting her tits rest on the edge of the table as she reaches for a piece of lettuce. “You have to try wrapping it like this,” Yeri tells him, demonstrating with exaggerated care, her lips wrapping around the bite in a way that reminds me how amazing her lips around my cock feels makes my stomach knot. Every guy at the table is staring. Even her uncle clears his throat awkwardly.
Jealousy coils tight in my chest, hot and ugly and all consuming. Yeri is mine. Mine to look at. Mine to feel. Mine to fuck. Only mine.
We’ve been dating long enough that Yeri knows exactly how possessive I get, and she fucking loves it. The way she’s giggling at her cousin’s lame comments, the way she keeps licking sauce off her lower lip while looking him dead in the eye; it’s all for me. She wants me seething. Wants me to remember that those huge perky tits straining against her dress, those soft full lips glistening, are supposed to be for my hands and my mouth and my cock only.
“Behave. Right now.” I mutter under my breath.
Yeri finally glances at me, eyes sparkling with pure bratty energy. “Or what?” she mouths, then turns back to the table with a loud laugh. My pulse hammers in my ears. I can see the way her cousin’s gaze drops to her chest every few seconds, even as he is trying really hard not to stare. But that’s not the case for the other guys at the table, some distant relatives, a couple of family friends, whom I notice are shifting in their seats too. They all want Yeri. And she knows it.
The conversation flows around us, but I’m barely participating, too pent up in my lust and anger. My mind keeps flashing to how she looked when we left for the beach earlier, dress riding up her thighs as she bent to fix her heel, ass round and perky under the thin fabric, as if inviting me to take control. Now every laugh she gives her cousin feels like a slap.
I feel Yeri’s foot stop rubbing against my knee, but immediately realize she now has her left hand on my crotch, and grabs my hardened length roughly in her soft, petite hands. She knows how much I wanted her ever since she showed off her ass at the start of the night, and now she is working me under the table, rough squeezes with her soft hand that make my cock leak against my boxers. She’s wet too; I can tell by the way she keeps pressing her thighs together, that rebellious little spark in her eyes saying she’s getting off on the risk. The exhibitionist streak that she possesses has fully activated, right in front of her entire family, and her arousal is further fueled by my visible jealousy.
Finally the painful dinner winds down. Plates cleared, goodbyes exchanged, my boner contained. Yeri hugs her cousin a second too long, pressing her body against him in a way that makes my vision blur with anger. “We should hang out more while you’re here!” she chirps, all sunshine and fake innocence. He smiles awkwardly, somewhat aware that he is nothing more than a pawn in the game Yeri is playing with me. I stand up too fast, grabbing her wrist a little harder than necessary. “Time to go,” I say with more agitation than I would have liked to project in front of her cousin.
Yeri pouts up at me, lips glossy and tempting and extremely succulent. “But oppa, the night’s still young~” That teasing lilt in her voice. She knows I’m pissed. Loves it.
We walk back to our room, her heels clicking on the stone path, ass still swaying intentionally, giving me the view she knows I can’t resist. Usually.
The second the door closes behind us, I round on her. “Yeri, what the fuck was that?” I try keeping my voice low and controlled for now, but the jealousy is burning through every word. “Flirting with and touching your cousin right in front of me? Letting half the men stare down your dress like that?”
Yeri kicks off her heels, already messy-haired and flushed from the wine and the game she’s playing. Her dress has ridden up, intentionally so, showing the lace edge of her panties. She shrugs, that bratty smile never fading. “It was just dinner talk. You’re being dramatic again.” She turns away like the conversation is over, sauntering toward the bedroom while peeling off her earrings. Completely disregarding everything I just said. This is just like Yeri, she never listens, never cares what I want until I make her.
I follow, chest tight with annoyance at being ignored. “I told you I don’t like it when you mess with other guys. You know how it makes me feel. You did it on purpose.”
She spins around, eyes wide with fake innocence, but the smirk gives her away. “Aw, is my possessive boyfriend jealous? That’s so cute.” Yeri steps closer, tilting her head. “My cousin was just being friendly. And honestly, the way he kept looking at my tits even when he was trying not to? Kinda funny. Everyone at the table couldn’t stop staring. Even you were hard under the table the whole time.” Her foot, and later, her hand had already proven that.
I sulk, arms crossed, refusing to give her the reaction she wants, even though it is difficult to keep myself collected. She hates when I go quiet. Hates when I don’t immediately grab her.
So she escalates. Of course she does. Yeri never backs down. She closes the distance in two steps, pressing her body flush against mine. Those large, perky tits; soft, warm, barely contained by the dress, smash right into my chest, then she rises on her toes and shoves them into my face, as she grabs my face and pulls it down onto her chest. The neckline slips lower; I feel the smooth valley of her cleavage against my lips, the faint scent of her vanilla body lotion mixed with the salty sea air, making me heady already.
“What?” Yeri teases, voice breathy and playful. “You don’t like them anymore? Poor baby. But everyone else sure did. Remember how my cousin’s eyes kept dropping? He couldn’t even finish his sentence when I leaned forward like this.” She arches her back, mashing her breasts harder against my mouth. “And my lips, God, the way I licked them after every bite? I saw at least three guys adjust in their seats. You think they weren’t imagining these lips wrapped around something else?”
Yeri’s words hit like gasoline on the fire already raging in my gut. She’s replaying every second of the dinner out loud, painting the picture in filthy detail on purpose. “That part where I ‘accidentally’ dropped my chopsticks and had to bend down? My ass was practically in the air. I felt eyes on me the whole time. And under the table? Mmm, I could feel how angry-hard you were getting just from me rubbing my foot on your knees. I felt it when I squeezed your cock, oppa. You were leaking, weren’t you? Because your little girlfriend was being a bad girl in front of everyone.”
I try to stay sulking, but my hands are already fisting at my sides. Yeri giggles in that bright, enthusiastic laugh that turns into a moan when she’s horny and grinds her crotch against my thigh. “You’re so easy to wind up. I love it. Makes me wet knowing you’re about to lose control. Come on, oppa… get mad. Show me who these tits and lips actually belong to.”
My possessiveness surges, all consuming, fueling my anger and lust. Yeri is mine. Those large, soft tits she’s shoving in my face? Mine. Those full lips she keeps licking? Mine. The way her lithe body fits against me, slim waist and round ass and endless teasing energy? Fucking mine. And Yeri spent the whole night dangling her body in front of other men like a bratty little toy, showing off something that only I own.
I snap. My hands shoot out, grabbing Yeri’s narrow waist hard enough to bruise. She lets out a delighted squeal as I lift her clean off the floor like she weighs nothing and toss her onto the bed. She bounces once, dress riding all the way up to her hips, exposing the damp lace of her panties. Her hair fans out in a messy halo, lips parted in a grin that says she won.
I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Yeri squirms, testing me, but I’m bigger, stronger, and the anger has me seeing only Yeri. “You think it’s funny?” I growl, voice rough. “Teasing me all night? Letting them look at what’s mine?”
Yeri bites her lip, eyes sparkling with that teasingly dominant spark she gets when she’s pushing for round one. “Maybe I do think it is funny. You gonna do something about it, oppa? Or are you just gonna sulk some more?”
I flip Yeri over onto her stomach so fast she gasps. Her ass arches up instinctively; round, firm, perfect. I yank the dress up further, so the fabric pools around her waist, her bare ass unwrapped as a prize for being patient. She’s giggling again, breathless and excited. “Ooh, rough tonight? I like it when you get possessive like this.”
My palm cracks down on her ass. Yeri yelps, then moans, pushing back for more. “That’s for flirting with your cousin.” Another smack. “That’s for ignoring me at the table.” Smack. “That’s for grabbing my cock with your hand while everyone watched your tits.” Yeri is panting now, but still bratty. “Harder, oppa. You know I can take it. Or are you just gonna talk me to orgasm?”
I grab her hips and flip her again, throwing her higher up the bed like a ragdoll. Yeri’s petite frame lands sprawled, legs spread, dress dropping from her shoulder, her large tits spilling out completely now, nipples hard and pink against her pale skin. She looks up at me with those big eyes, her eyeshadow smudged a little already, messy hair everywhere, lips swollen from her biting them. “See? No one else gets this version of me. But you have to earn it every time.”
I’m on Yeri in a second, squeezing her breasts hard until she arches, pinching her nipples while she whines and laughs at the same time. “These are mine,” I say as I lean down to bite and lick her unimaginably soft tits. “Say it.”
“Yours,” Yeri gasps, but there’s still that playful challenge in her voice. “For now. Until I decide to tease you again tomorrow~” I toss Yeri sideways across the mattress, manhandling her tiny body exactly how she wanted. She’s giggling wildly, legs kicking in mock protest, but her thighs are slick, panties soaked through. Every throw, every rough grip, every possessive growl makes her wetter. I pin her down again, grinding my still-clothed cock against her core while she writhes.
“You’re such a brat,” I mutter, voice thick with anger and lust. “Flirting all night just to make me throw you around like this.” Yeri beams up at me, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded but still sparkling with mischief. “And you love it. Now stop talking and fuck your horny little girlfriend already. Or do I need to go find someone else–”
I cut Yeri off by yanking her panties down in one hard tug. The words die in her throat, replaced by a needy moan as I press against her. I have her exactly where I want her, pinned flat on her back in the middle of the king-sized bed, the cool white sheets already rumpled beneath her lithe little body. My left hand clamps both of her wrists together above her head, fingers locked tight enough that she can feel the pulse in my thumb hammering against her skin. My right hand grips her narrow hip, thumb digging into the soft dip just above her hipbone, holding her pelvis exactly where I need it. Yeri’s smooth, shaved pussy is glistening, lips puffy and slick from how soaked she got teasing me all night.
Yeri looks up at me with those big, expressive eyes, her dark hair messy and framing her face. She sticks her tongue out slowly, deliberately, letting the wet pink tip curl just past her teeth in the brattiest taunt imaginable. “Mmm, you love these lips, don’t you, oppa?” she purrs, her voice all teasing sugar even while she’s trapped under me. “You’re staring so hard like you want to eat me up. Remember how everyone at dinner kept watching them and couldn’t stop imagining them wrapped around—”
I cut Yeri off by crashing my mouth down onto hers. The kiss is filthy from the first second. My tongue shoves past her lips immediately, sliding hot and heavy against hers, tasting the faint sweetness of the wine she drank earlier mixed with the uniquely sweet taste of her tongue. She moans into it immediately, that bright, enthusiastic sound she always makes when she knows she’s won the first round of pushing me.
Our tongues tangle messily as wet, obscene sounds fill the quiet villa room as I lick into her mouth like I own it. Spit slickens everything; a thin string of it connects our lips when I pull back just enough to bite her lower one, sucking the plump flesh between my teeth until she whimpers. I can feel the glossy residue of her lipstick smearing across my own mouth, across her chin, making everything shiny and sloppy. Her tongue fights back for a second, curling around mine in that playful way she does when she’s trying to remind me she’s not completely submissive yet, as I suck on her tongue greedily, losing myself for a moment.
But I’m not letting Yeri win tonight (spoiler alert: I do). I angle my head and kiss her deeper, tongue thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes that mimic exactly what I’m about to do to her cunt. More spit slips between us; I can feel it dripping down her jaw, landing warm on her collarbone. She’s breathing hard through her nose, little desperate huffs that make her tits jiggle against my chest. Those perfect perky breasts; soft, large and full, contrasting her petite frame beautifully, press up into me, the stiff little peaks of her nipples brushing my shirt. I grind my clothed cock down against her bare pussy, the rough fabric of my slacks dragging over her swollen clit, and Yeri arches so hard her spine lifts clean off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” I growl against her mouth, pulling back just enough for her to gasp. “All night teasing me, showing these tits and these lips to other men, and now you’re dripping for me like a good little slut.”
Yeri giggles breathlessly, tongue still out, shiny with our mixed spit. “Because I know how much you like them. These lips… this tongue…” She licks a slow, deliberate stripe up my chin, collecting the mess we made. “You get so hard when I remind you everyone else wants them too. So possessive. So angry. Mmm, I love it.”
Yeri’s hips roll up deliberately, grinding her soaked cunt against the thick ridge of my cock through my pants. The heat of her pussy is insane; burning, slick, slippery, inviting. I can feel her pussy lips parting around the shape of me, clit rubbing right along the fabric. She does it again, slower this time, circling, pressing, leaving a wet streak on the fabric. “Come on, oppa,” she teases, voice low and flirty, eyes sparkling with that rebellious glint. “Stop playing. Fuck me hard. Use me like the brat I am. Show me these tits and lips and this pussy is yours. Pound me so deep I forget every other guy’s name. Make it hurt so good.”
The last thread of my control snaps. I release Yeri’s hip just long enough to shove my pants down with my right hand, cock springing free, heavy and bulging, already leaking precum from how long she’s been edging me under that table and what her tongue and tits did to me. My cock slaps against her inner thigh with a wet sound, and her eyes widen in that delighted, hungry way she gets when she sees what she’s done to me. I don’t tease, I am not in a position to, my own lust driving me completely. I line up and thrust in hard with one brutal snap of my hips that buries every inch inside her tight, dripping heat all at once.
“Fuck—!” Yeri gasps, but it turns into a giggle right away, high and playful, because she’s still in control, still teasing me. Her walls clench around me instantly, scorching hot, already gripping my cock like she’s trying to pull me deeper. I can feel every ridge, every ripple of her pussy as I bottom out, my hips against her. She’s so small under me, a tiny, feisty thing, and the way her body stretches around my cock is obscenely arousing. Her slim waist looks even tinier with my hand spanning it, her hips flaring out just enough for me to bruise.
I start moving immediately, no preamble. Deep, punishing strokes that slam into Yeri’s cervix with every thrust. The bed creaks loudly under us, headboard knocking against the wall. Her tits bounce wildly, those perfect, large, soft tits jiggling, nipples dark pink and stiff and inviting. I look at her tits all hypnotized, the way they move, the faint sheen of sweat already starting to glow between them.
Yeri’s still giggling at first, breathless little laughs mixed with moans. “Yesss, oppa, harder, show me—ahh—how mad you are!” She writhes under me, back arching so beautifully her shoulder blades lift off the sheets, pushing those tits higher like an offering. Her wrists twist in my grip, not really trying to escape, just testing and tugging, feeling the strength in my hand.
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels of her feet digging into my lower back, urging me deeper. Every time I pull out with just the tip inside Yeri, her pussy lips cling to my shaft, shiny and puffy; every time I slam back in, she lets out another teasing moan that turns into a giggle. “Mmm, that’s it baby, fuck your brat, everyone wanted my body tonight but only you get to—ah—fuck it like this—”
I lean down and kiss her again, messy and dominant, tongue fucking her mouth in time with my cock. Our spit runs freely now as it drips down her chin, across her neck, and pooling in the hollow of her throat. Yeri kisses back just as filthy, sucking on my tongue, moaning into me while her body jerks from the force of my thrusts. I can feel her getting wetter, the obscene wet squelch of my cock pistoning in and out echoing in the room. Her perfume, sweet vanilla mixed with the raw smell of her body and sex, dominates my olfactory senses completely.
But the giggles start fading as I pick up speed. I angle my hips, grinding against Yeri’s clit on every downstroke, and suddenly her moans turn higher, needier. “Oh—fuck—oppa—right there—” No more laughter. Just mewling. Soft, desperate little mewls that make her sound so small and broken and mine in the best way. Yeri’s beautifully expressive face is pure bliss now, eyes half-lidded and glassy, lips parted on a constant stream of whimpers, cheeks burning red. Those full lips I love so much are swollen darker, spit-slick, trembling every time I bottom out.
Yeri’s body is writhing, arching, twisting in my grip. Every muscle in her slim torso flexes as she tries to meet my thrusts, her tiny waist rolling like a wave. I can feel the way her abs tighten, the way her thighs tremble around my hips. Yeri’s large, squishy tits are perfect, bouncing, jiggling, nipples begging to be sucked. I release her wrists for a second just to grab one breast roughly, squeezing the soft flesh until it spills between my fingers, pinching the nipple hard. She mewls louder, back bowing so sharply her head presses back into the pillow, throat exposed.
“These tits,” my voice rough with possessiveness and passion, “are mine. No one else gets to stare at them. No one else gets to imagine sucking them.” I lean down and latch onto one, sucking the nipple deep into my mouth while I keep pounding Yeri. My teeth graze the sensitive bud and she cries out a high, broken mewl that vibrates through her chest, as I immediately lick her bud and graze it again, whispering “mine” every time.
Her free hands now fly to my shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks. Yeri is not teasing anymore; she’s clinging. “Yours—yours—only yours—ahh—fuck, I’m so close—don’t stop oppa—please—”
I grab Yeri’s hips again with both hands now, just under her white pooled up dress, lifting her ass off the bed so I can fuck her even deeper. Her tiny frame feels weightless in my grip. I’m manhandling Yeri like the toy she wanted to be, slamming into her so hard that I almost worried about bruising her, the thought gone immediately as her pussy is pulsing around me rhythmically, getting impossibly tighter. I can feel my own orgasm building fast as my core tightens as I focus on the way her perfect little body looks right now: tits bouncing, waist arched, face twisted in pleasure, messy hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and neck.
“Come with me,” I whisper against her ear, biting the lobe. “Right now. Show me who this pussy belongs to.” Yeri mewls one last time, and then she shatters. Her whole body locks up, back arched like a bow, tits thrusting up into my chest as her pussy clamps down around my cock in rhythmic, milking spasms. Her pussy feels hot, fluttering, soaking, unreal. Her juices gush around me, slicking my thighs, dripping down to the sheets. Yeri is trembling violently, nails raking down my back, her mouth moaning my name again and again as if it were a chant.
I follow right behind Yeri. The possessiveness surges so hard my vision whites out. “Mine, you are fucking mine—” I bury my cock completely and come hard, shooting cum as deep inside her pussy as I can, filling her up until I can feel the creampie leaking out around my cock. The orgasm crashes through me in quick waves, every muscle straining as I grind against her, making sure she takes every drop, just as Yeri’s pussy keeps squeezing my cock through her orgasm, milking everything it can.
We’re both panting, sweat-slick, trembling. Yeri’s body is still twitching under me as aftershocks make her pussy flutter around my softening… no. Not softening. I’m still rock hard inside her. Still angry. Still horny. The raw need to claim Yeri hasn’t faded at all. If anything, coming once has only made me hungrier.
Yeri’s eyes flutter open, hazy and blissed-out, but now that she has cum once already, the familiar bratty spark is already creeping back into her smile. She licks her swollen lips slowly and whispers, “Mmm… still hard, oppa? Good. Because I’m not done teasing you yet…”
Yeri’s cum and mine are mixed together, leaking warm and sticky around my shaft where we’re joined. She doesn’t wait for me to move. That bratty little smile curves her swollen lips as she starts grinding up into me, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that take control of the pace completely. She is teasingly dominant, just like she always gets after the first rough round.
“Mmm, my turn to play,” Yeri purrs, voice husky and breathless. Her slim legs tighten around my waist, pulling me closer while she grinds her soaked pussy along my length. The heat of her pussy walls drags up and down my cock in lazy strokes, squeezing rhythmically like she’s milking me on her own terms. I can feel the way her cum mixed with mine makes everything way more slippery and obscene. Her little body arches beneath me, those large tits bouncing softly with each roll of her hips, showing off my bite marks proudly, nipples still stiff and glistening from my earlier licking.
Before I can say anything, Yeri’s hands shoot up and grab my head, her fingers threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she yanks me down into a filthy kiss. Our mouths crash together again, messy and hungry and desperate. Tongues slide hot and wet, tangling and pushing with wet smacking sounds that fill the room. She licks into my mouth like she owns it, sucking on my tongue, then pushing hers deep so I taste her sweet mouth again. Spit flows freely, thick and warm, dripping all on our lips and chin. I groan into her due to the sheer pleasure of her tongue in my mouth, the sound vibrating between us, but Yeri just giggles breathlessly against my mouth and grinds harder, faster, setting a rhythm that has my cock sliding in and out of her in shallow, teasing thrusts.
“Kiss me dirtier,” she demands between licks, pulling my head tighter until our noses mash and our teeth click. Her tongue flicks against mine in quick, playful strokes, then slows to long, sloppy drags that leave strings of saliva connecting us every time we part for air. The taste of her mouth is addictive as if I can’t get enough of it, sweeter than anything I have tasted, her breath hot against my lips. I can feel her heart hammering under those perfect tits pressed to my chest, her slim waist twisting as she fucks herself on my cock from below.
I let Yeri have the control for a moment, hands roaming down to squeeze her tiny waist, but then my focus shifts and my hand moves to her tits. Those tits, God, they’re perfect. Soft, full handfuls that jiggle with every grind, pale skin flushed pink from exertion, nipples dark and begging to be tasted again. I gather all of my willpower to break our filthy kiss with a wet pop, spit trailing between us, and dive lower.
Yeri’s hands still grab my hair as my mouth latches onto one breast, sucking the nipple deep as my tongue swirls around it. I lick broad, messy stripes across the soft flesh, coating her tit in thick saliva until it shines under the low lights. The skin is so smooth, so warm, so fucking soft, almost like silk under my tongue as I lap at the underside, then drag my teeth lightly over the curve. I switch to the other breast, sucking harder, leaving red marks and shiny trails of spit that drip down into her cleavage. Her tits glisten now, slick and slippery, heaving with every breath.
Yeri moans louder, still grinding, but one hand leaves my hair to slide between us. Her fingers find her clit and start rubbing quick, tight circles. “Ahh—fuck, yes—play with my tits while I touch myself,” she gasps, voice teasing even as it cracks. Her pussy clenches tighter around my cock, walls squeezing harder as she works her clit faster. I keep licking and sucking, saliva running over her breasts, making them slick enough to glisten like they’re oiled.
Her body writhes under me, back arching sharply again and again, pushing those spit-slick tits higher into my mouth, slim torso twisting, thighs trembling around my hips. She feels so lively, so responsive, so willing to please: every muscle in her petite frame flexing, her expressive face flushed and twisted in pleasure, messy hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and cheeks.
The grinding finally turns into full thrusts as I start meeting her rhythm, but Yeri is still setting the pace as she snaps her hips up to take me deeper, dictating how fast and how hard. Her fingers on her clit are frantic now, rubbing with slick, desperate strokes. “I’m—fuck—I’m cumming again—don’t stop sucking—ahh!” Her voice pitches higher into those needy mewls from before, but this time they’re breathier, more broken.
Her pussy spasms hard around my cock as tight, fluttering contractions around my cock tries to milk my cum in her pussy again, as her orgasm crashes through her. Her whole body locks up for a second, back bowed beautifully, tits thrusting up into my face while her juices gush around my shaft. Yeri trembles violently, nails digging into my scalp, a long, whimpering moan spilling from her spit-slick lips as she rides her orgasm out, grinding against my cock through every wave.
When Yeri finally slumps back, panting, her eyes flutter open. Satisfied, yet that bratty spark is already returning. “Mmm… I am oversensitive now,” she whispers with a shaky laugh, her pussy still fluttering weakly around me. “You fucked me so good I can barely think… but these lips and tits? Still yours to use, oppa.” She licks her swollen lips slowly, tongue curling out in that taunting way, eyes locked on mine.
Yeri doesn’t let me recover. With a playful push to my chest, she guides me up just enough so she can slide my cock free, wet and glistening with our mixed cum. She leans up just a little, finally taking off her white dress pooled at her waist, and lies on her back again. Yeri cups her spit-slick breasts and pushes them together, creating a perfect, soft valley right in front of my throbbing length. “Come here, oppa.” she orders softly, voice full of teasing dominance. “Let me show you how much better these feel than anyone else’s.”
I kneel over her chest, cock heavy and leaking as I slide it between her tits. The sensation is unlike anything else, Yeri’s breasts are so incredibly soft, warm pillows of flesh that mold perfectly around my shaft like they were made for this. The skin is silky from all the saliva I left behind, slick and slippery, now combined with the residue of our mixed cum on my cock, her tits hugging every inch as she squeezes them tighter together. Her large tits feel plush, yielding, as the weight of her perky tits pressed firmly from both sides while the inner curves glide wetly along my cock. I can feel Yeri’s heartbeat pulsing through them, the faint tremble in her body as she holds them in place. Every slow thrust makes them jiggle and bounce, the spit making obscene, wet sounds as my cock slides up and down the valley.
Yeri looks up at me with those big, mischievous eyes, lips parted. “Feel how soft they are? So warm and squishy around you… no one else gets this.” She starts moving, squeezing and releasing in rhythm, sliding her tits up and down my length while I thrust gently between them. The softness envelops me completely, evaporating my anger and possessiveness through the sheer softness alone, the slick friction leading me towards my orgasm with every stroke.
Yeri leans her head forward occasionally, tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock on every upward glide; hot, wet flicks that send sparks up my spine. Then she sucks the head into her mouth for a few seconds, lips wrapping tight and swirling her tongue around the sensitive crown, tasting our cum mixed together before letting it pop free with a wet smack, adding more saliva to the head of my cock to keep her tits lubed. Back to the titjob, as she squeezes harder, her tits compressing around me until the pressure is perfect. “Oppa, spit on my tits. They need more lube.” Yeri asks in a fake coy voice, the filthy words coming out of her mouth fanning the fire of my lust further.
“Fuck, Yeri…” I groan, hands braced on the headboard as I spit on her tits, where my cock keeps gliding, and look at her beautiful face. Her face is flushed, messy hair everywhere, tits shining and bouncing with every squeeze. She keeps teasing, licking the tip again, then sucking just the head while her hands mash her breasts tighter around the rest of my shaft. The contrast of Yeri’s soft, pillowy tits hugging the base while her warm, wet mouth works the tip is driving me insane. I can feel my second orgasm building fast, balls tightening as she works me with a precision I don’t dare ask about.
Yeri senses it. Of course she does. “Gonna cum for me again? All over these tits you’re so obsessed with? Paint my face too, oppa. Show me how possessive you still are.” Her voice is playful, but her eyes are dark with lust. She squeezes her tits even harder, sliding them faster, spit-slick skin gliding perfectly. One more suck on the tip, deep and messy and possessive, and I lose it as she lets my cock go from her mouth.
I cum hard, the second load exploding out in thick, hot shots. The first few pulses land right across her tits as they splatter the soft, glistening flesh, dripping down into her cleavage. More shoots higher, landing on her neck, her chin, and across those full lips she loves teasing me with. A final spurt hits her cheek, streaking white across her flushed skin. Yeri moans around the tip as she pulls my cock closer again, milks the last drops with her tongue, then pulls back with a satisfied giggle, cum glistening on her face and breasts like a filthy claim.
Yeri is panting, oversensitive and messy, but she doesn’t stop there. With a wicked grin, she pushes me from over her and turns onto her stomach, ass up, round, firm, and perfect, the cheeks still slightly red from the earlier spanking. She wiggles it teasingly, spreading her knees so I can see her cum-filled pussy and the tight little hole above it. “You didn’t do much with my ass tonight,” she pouts over her shoulder, voice laced with fake disappointment. “All that jealousy over my lips and tits… and you barely touched this. Feel how soft it is?” She reaches back and spreads one cheek, giving me a full view. “Next time, oppa… instead of teasing you with my lips and tits in front of everyone, I’m gonna wear something short and bend over. Let them all stare at my ass while I grind against you under the table. Maybe even let you feel it right there in public. Would that make you throw me around even harder?”
Yeri laughs that bright, enthusiastic laugh, collapsing forward onto the pillows with cum still dripping down her tits and face, ass still presented like a final taunt. The villa is quiet except for our heavy breathing, the ocean waves outside matching the slow throb of my overexerted cock. Yeri is mine, in all her bratty, messy, rebellious ways, and while she is already completely satisfied physically, her lustful mind is already plotting the next way to drive me insane.
