Glaring at him Navya couldn't believe him. They were in a room full of so many people that she literally couldn't even keep count of but he was still saying such vulgar things. Hiding her face in his arm in frustration she whined because he was so evil to her. "Stop it" she blushed as he teased her "its your fault." Pouting gently she couldn't believe how flustered she was getting because of him.
Watching the slit she bit her lip hoping nobody could see his cum spilling out of her. Thinking about getting caught was definitely hot, but getting scolded by her parents didn't. She winced already imagining it, but she was quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she felt his erection dig at her ass. Glancing up at him she let out a shaky breathe, fuck she was wet again.
"Maybe I am.. and shush this is your fault in the first place" she argued. She maintained a sweet smile as he led her up the podium, although she wasn't sure if she'd be able to make it through the speech without embarrassing herself. Gasping softly as he said those vulgar words so casually. "You're crazy" she whispered teasingly but stepped forward. Taking a second to compose herself she adjusted the mic before beginning to speak.
Thankfully it all went well despite the fact that she was dripping his cum down her thighs in front of maybe a hundred people. Once the clapping died down she bowed one last time before walking over to Taehyung. "Lets head out now. I'll message my secretary and say we're leaving" she spoke.
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Taehyung shook his head smoothly, a mild smile on his face–but only to you, who had a closer look at him, could see the wicked glint in his eyes. “Now, now–why would you say it’s all my fault, I can’t take all the credit.” He smirked. “I may be good at riling you up, but you’re delightfully responsive… gushing wet between your legs at my provocations.” He watched you with a warm smile, nodding cordially at your audience like the perfect, proud husband. He clapped enthusiastically as you finished your speech, wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you closer when you walked towards him. “You did well, darling,” he said loudly, for the audience to overhear. He pressed a tender kiss on your forehead and pulled back only slightly, whispering, “My wife couldn’t wait, huh?” He held your gaze with smoldering eyes. He could tell you were somewhat apprehensive about his risque ways, and as much as he enjoyed indulging his desires, he wanted to settle the terms of the relationship into one that both of you were comfortable with. “You can rest assure that I’ll always be the proper, decorous high society husband in private… even as I could get quite salacious behind closed doors, or even just under the table… but only if you so desire. So… you better voice out how you want our marriage to go, moving forward… what kind of relations and boundaries will be in place…” He cupped your chin, letting his thumb run along your lower lip. Aloud, he said, “Let’s go then, darling.” He offered you his arm and led you out of the hall. A couple of investors came forward, wishing to discuss more, but he demurred, giving them apologetic smiles. “I’m very sorry, gentlemen, but Navya is feeling a little unwell… maybe just a case of exhaustion from all the wedding excitement and work, right, darling?” he cooed, making a show of tucking you protectively under his arm. Outside, he led you a different vehicle that he had called for, with heavily tinted windows and a barrier behind the driver for privacy.












