how does BP react to their first time getting fucked?
Jisoo
Jisoo lies on her back in your bed, looking elegant even when nervous. Her mature nature makes her try to stay composed, but her cheeks are flushed pink as you spread her legs.
“Be gentle… it’s my first time."
Her breath stutters a little, revealing her nervousness and embarassment.
You press the tip of your cock against her tight entrance and slowly push in. Jisoo’s eyes widen immediately. A sharp gasp escapes her lips.
“Ah! It feels amazing…”
One hand grips your arm. Her body tenses at first, the stretch clearly intense for her. She bites her lower lip, breathing through it as you sink deeper. When you hit an invisible limit, she winces. You stop, wanting to give her time to adjust.
She says bravely, her image cracking into something vulnerable and needy.
Once you bottom out, she lets out a long, shaky moan, adjusting slowly. You start thrusting gently and her soft, pretty moans gradually turn sweeter and more desperate. Jisoo’s walls clench around you as pleasure starts winning.
“It feels… really good now.”
Jennie
Jennie acts bold at first. She pulls you close, kissing you hungrily, but when you finally push your cock inside her tight pussy, her tough facade instantly breaks.
“Fuck-wait, slow down.”
She gasps, eyes squeezing shut. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels every inch stretching her.
“Shit… you’re really big.”
She hisses through gritted teeth. Jennie’s body trembles underneath you, her usual bossy energy replaced by soft, needy whimpers. She wraps her legs around your waist anyway, pulling you deeper despite the initial discomfort. As you start moving, her moans grow louder and filthier.
“Oh my god… it’s so deep-”
Her hips start to rock with yours.
Jennie’s pussy gets incredibly wet, making the slide smoother. Her confidence returns as pleasure builds, and she starts demanding more.
“Harder-fuck me properly!"
Rosè
Rosé is soft and romantic, lying beneath you with her blonde hair spread across the pillow.
“I’m a little nervous… but I want this.”
She whispers sweetly, cupping your face as she lies beneath you..
When you slowly enter her, Rosé’s eyes flutter shut and a high, melodic moan escapes her throat.
“Ahh… it’s stretching me so much.”
She whimpers. Her voice cracks beautifully. Her legs tremble as she takes you deeper, one hand clutching the sheets. The initial discomfort makes her bite her lip, but her natural sensitivity quickly turns it into pleasure.
“It feels so full… keep going.”
Her Australian accent turns a little thicker in arousal. You're not entirely sure if it's cute or hot.
As you thrust gently, Rosé’s moans become louder and more musical, like she’s singing. Her body responds , getting wetter with every stroke of your cock. She wraps her limbs around you, pulling you closer.
“It feels amazing… don’t stop."
Lisa
Lisa giggles at first, but the moment you push your cock into her tight pussy, her eyes go wide.
“Oh shit-I thought I was ready!”
She exclaims, laughing through the shock.
Her small, flexible body tenses as you stretch her.
“It’s so big… I can feel you so deep already.”
She grips your arms tightly, breathing fast as you sink all the way in. The stretch is intense, making her whimper cutely, but her toned body helps her adjust quickly.
“Okay… move. I can take it.”
She says determinedly, flashing a bright smile even while overwhelmed.
As you pick up pace, Lisa’s moans turn loud and shameless. She starts moving her hips enthusiastically, loving how full she feels.
You weren’t surprised to be standing in the bedroom of one of the hottest idols alive, pants already halfway off. You weren’t even surprised to have her best friend grinding against your mouth, lips locked, tongues sliding. What did catch you off guard—just a little—was the fact that both of them were there. At the same time. In the same room. In on it together. Jennie had your zipper down while you made out with Rosé, and the realization still hadn’t fully sunk in.
You’d been fucking Jennie for over a year now — ever since that drive. She was your boss, now friends with benefits, no strings, just pure chemistry and late-night texts that always ended with her clenching around your cock. So, when she messaged you earlier, saying she was “bored” and needed “stress relief,” you came over without hesitation.
What she didn’t mention? Rosé was already waiting—heels off, hair down, and smirking from Jennie’s bed like she’d been expecting you all night. And the real kicker? You knew how rare this was. The two of them were never home at the same time anymore — not with world tours, brand deals, solo shoots constantly pulling them in opposite directions. Just getting them in the same timezone felt like luck.
You’d been seeing Rosé too, on and off. Different rhythm, same explosive. And clearly, neither of them gave a damn that you were fucking the other. If anything, Jennie had been the one whispering in Rosé’s ear to try you out, telling her how good your cock felt, how deep you could reach.
That threesome idea? Yeah, it didn’t come out of nowhere.
The two idols had cooked it up over one of their late-night calls, casually swapping hookup stories like it was nothing. And when they realized you were the mutual link—the cock that made them both come hard and stupid—they decided to share. They weren’t shy, not about girls, not about guys, and definitely not about you.
That’s how you ended up in a dimly lit bedroom, heart pounding, cock twitching, with two of the most beautiful idols in Korea—half-naked, fully down to get ruined.
Rosé’s lips were wet and hungry against yours, her hands clinging to your shoulders as you slid one hand up her back beneath her thin shirt. She raised her arms without a word, and you grabbed the hem and peeled it off of her—slow, smooth, like unwrapping a secret. Her bra stayed on for now, snug above her tight waist, the curve of her tits pushing against the cups with every breath. That skirt? Still on. But you could already see the matching panties peeking out underneath, the way her hips shifted begging for your hands.
Meanwhile, Jennie was already halfway undressed—because of course she was. That girl never waited. Thong riding up between her cheeks, tits bare, squatting down to tug your pants lower like she owned your body. You looked down and watched her hair sway with the motion, her fingers brushing your thighs, getting your jeans and boxers past your knees. You could feel the heat of her breath against your cock, even though she hadn't taken it yet. Not yet.
Rosé crashed her lips against yours again, more aggressive now, tongue slick and wanting. You groaned against her mouth as you wrapped both arms around her slim frame. Your hand moved again, sliding up her back, fingers catching the clasp of her bra. One flick. That was all it took. The strapless thing slipped away, landing at your feet. Her breasts pressed against your chest, soft and warm, and you didn’t even get a second to admire them before she ground herself against your bare cock like she was done waiting.
You moaned—part surprise, part raw pleasure—as soon as your cock sprang free and got snatched into Jennie’s hand like she’d been waiting for it all day. Her fingers wrapped around your length without hesitation, and you felt the heat of her breath fan across the tip. She took a moment to inhale your scent, slow and greedy, her nose practically brushing the underside of your shaft. Then you felt it—her lips, plush and wet, pressing right against your tip like a kiss meant to ruin you.
Above her, your lips had broken away from Rosé’s, but only just. You shifted to her neck, dragging slow kisses along the side, feeling her melt into your touch as her hands gripped your arms for balance. The second your mouth hit her throat, her head tilted—just enough for her eyes to drift downward and catch the sight of her friend down between your legs, mouth opening, lips stretching, starting to take your cock in.
Jennie looked up as she swallowed the first few inches, her eyes locking with Rosé’s. She winked—dirty, playful, like this was her little secret—but then kept going, her lips sealing tight around your shaft, cheeks pulling in as she started to suck with purpose. You groaned softly into Rosé’s skin. She arched her back from the sensation, her bare tits pressing harder against your chest as you played with them, fingers teasing her nipples, all while she watched Jennie’s lips slide back and forth over your cock like she was born to do it.
“Rosé,” Jennie said in a breathy whisper, stroking your cock slowly with spit-slick hands, “Why don’t you join me?”
Rosé bit her lip, thinking—but not for long. She dropped to her knees beside her friend, brushing her hair behind one ear as she settled in. Jennie scooted a little to the side, making room for her, but never letting go of your cock. Then she leaned in and kissed along the side of your shaft, slow and teasing. Rosé followed her lead, mirroring her on the opposite side. Their lips moved together, each taking turns planting kisses along your length until Jennie gently guided your cock toward Rosé’s mouth.
Without hesitation, she opened wide and took you fully in. Warm, tight, and eager. You exhaled sharply as her lips wrapped around you, head bobbing smoothly as she started to work on your cock deeper. Meanwhile, Jennie peeled off the last of her clothes and tossed them aside, now completely naked, her skin glowing with arousal.
She sat beside Rosé for a moment, just watching. Her fingers slid down her own stomach and into the slick heat between her thighs. She moaned softly as she rubbed her soaked slit, her fingers coming away drenched. Without shame, she brought her hand to her face and inhaled—deep, addicted to the scent of her own pussy. It made her pussy clench harder. She loved that smell—loved knowing she was dripping while watching her best friend suck your cock like she owned it.
But Jennie didn’t stay on the sidelines for long.
As Rosé focused on your tip, Jennie reached in to play with your balls, massaging them gently, her touch light and teasing. Then she leaned back in and started kissing up the shaft again, slowly meeting Rosé’s rhythm. The two girls glanced at each other mid-act, still licking, still sucking, still stroking—two idols, one cock, one filthy mission.
Jennie crept her lips up toward the tip, just as Rosé pulled off, her mouth glistening. She pressed a kiss to the opposite side of your swollen head. And then it happened.
Both girls, lips against your cock tip, leaned in—still staring into each other’s eyes—and their mouths found each other over your shaft. A soft, wet kiss that grew hotter, more aggressive, while your cock throbbed between their lips, caught in the middle of their kiss like a gift they were both unwrapping together.
“Oh fuck—wait. Wait, wait, we gotta stop,” you said, stepping back quickly, breath caught in your throat.
Your cock throbbed in open air, soaked in spit and caught between the two idol goddesses who’d just been kissing each other with your tip sandwiched between their lips. Watching their tongues flick across your shaft, feeling the wet glide of their mouths move in perfect tandem—it was almost too much. You were dangerously close to blowing your load right then and there, and no way in hell were you letting this night peak that early.
“Come on,” Jennie murmured, crawling after you on her knees with a pout, “you don’t really want us to stop, do you?”
“You’re right—I don’t,” you admitted, voice strained, cock twitching with every heartbeat. “But if you two keep going like that, I’m gonna fucking cum. And I’m not wasting it yet.”
Jennie grinned, biting her lower lip. “Then what do you want?” she asked, her voice velvet-smooth, dripping with challenge.
“Both of you. On the bed.” You said, No hesitation.
Jennie climbed up first, tossing her hair back as she lay down on her back, legs already spread, pussy practically glistening under the room light. She knew what you wanted—and she knew exactly what she was about to get. She used to the idea that most guys don’t go down on girls, which still pissed her off. But you? You were already dropping to your knees like it was your favorite thing in the world.
Rosé, meanwhile, had a little more to peel off. Standing beside the bed, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It slipped down her hips and fell in a perfect pool around her ankles. Now down to her soft, clinging panties, she climbed up next to Jennie and lay back, giving you a wicked smirk as she did. You hooked your fingers into her waistband and dragged the panties slowly down her toned legs, letting your eyes drink her in.
And then—fuck. You paused.
Two naked idols, side by side. Legs spread wide for you. Smooth, clean, not a hint of stubble on either of their pussies. Their planning was obvious, and it made your cock ache. They’d shaved fresh for this. Not just for anyone—for you.
You dropped to your knees at the edge of the bed without a second thought, face inches from heaven. Jennie came first.
You dove in, dragging your tongue slowly along her soaked pussy lips, feeling her thighs twitch as you licked her open. You did it again, harder this time, watching her bite her lip and arch her back. Then you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked—firm and steady, just the way she liked it.
Her gasp echoed through the room. But you didn’t forget Rosé.
While your mouth stayed buried in Jennie’s dripping cunt, you reached sideways, hand trailing along Rosé’s thigh until your thumb found her clit. You rubbed gentle circles over it, just enough to make her squirm. Then you pushed a finger inside her tight, wet pussy—slow, deep, curling upward—and she moaned loud enough to match Jennie. One mouth. One hand. Two perfect, soaking idols spread open under you, writhing for your tongue and fingers.
You kept licking, sucking, devouring Jennie like your life depended on it. Her pussy was slick, sweet, and already clenching around nothing, your tongue working circles around her clit before you switched over—your mouth trailing across the mattress, lips still wet—to bury your face between Rosé’s legs instead.
She gasped the moment your tongue touched her, your fingers slipping back inside her tight cunt as you started eating her out with the same slow, thorough hunger. She tasted different—sharper, saltier—but just as addictive. Your hand pumped between her thighs while your tongue lapped up every moan.
Then you started to notice something.
The moans had changed—softer, messier. More breath than voice. And underneath that, the wet, filthy sound of lips smacking.
When you glanced up, you got your answer.
The two of them—Jennie and Rosé—had turned toward each other, faces close, mouths locked. Jennie had grabbed her bestie by the chin and pulled her in, and now the two idols were making out hard, their tongues sliding, lips sucking, all while your tongue worked between their legs. You froze for a second, just watching, absolutely wrecked by the view—two perfect naked bodies grinding against your mouth and fingers while they kissed each other like you weren’t even there.
But you didn’t stay distracted long.
You dropped your head back between Jennie’s thighs and sucked on her clit again, harder this time. You weren’t teasing anymore. You wanted her to fucking cum. You shoved your fingers deep, curling them just right, searching for her g-spot while your mouth stayed glued to that magic little bundle. She twitched. You felt it—her thighs tightening, her hips bucking, her voice breaking free from Rosé’s mouth and echoing across the room in loud, desperate moans.
And then she snapped. Jennie fucking burst.
Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clamped around your head, and your face got absolutely splashed—hot, wet spurts all over your cheeks, your lips, your chin. She squirted hard, her juices soaking your skin as she came undone right in your mouth, gasping and cursing with every shake of her body.
You hadn’t even moved yet when she spun. No breather. No delay.
Jennie twisted around and grabbed your arm with both hands. “Get up on the bed. Now,” she demanded, voice playful but eyes hungry as hell. “I wanna ride that cock.”
You blinked, still wiping her slick off your face. “Doesn’t Rosé deserve the same treatment you just got?”
“Yeah, what the fuck?” Rosé said, pouting playfully. “What about me?”
“Sit on his face then, I don’t care,” Jennie tossed out like it was nothing. “I just want that dick inside me—now.”
And before you could argue, she grabbed you by the face and kissed you hard—tongue deep, needy, tasting herself on your lips and loving every second of it. When she finally let go of your hair and broke the kiss, she shuffled aside to give you room.
You barely hit the mattress before she pounced.
Jennie climbed right on top of you, reached down, and grabbed your cock like it belonged to her. She lined it up, tilted her hips, and slammed herself down—moaning out as your dick drove deep inside her tight hole in one clean thrust. Her pussy clenched around you, still fluttering from her orgasm, already dripping all over your thighs as she started bouncing fast, hard, like she needed you to fuck her from underneath just to stay sane.
Your hands locked onto her hips. To held on, and let her ride.
Then the bed shifted again.
Rosé climbed up and straddled your face, eyes still dark with need. She didn’t wait—just lowered herself straight down, her pussy sealing against your mouth, grinding in slow, deliberate circles as she moaned above you.
Now you were pinned.
Back on the mattress. Cock buried in Jennie, face buried in Rosé. Both of them naked, soaked, and fucking using you. On top of you, they faced each other—two idols, now sharing the same dick, the same mouth, and the same burning lust. Jennie’s tits bounced every time she slammed down on you. Rosé’s pussy rolled over your tongue, wetter with every grind.
You did everything you could to keep up—mouth buried in Rosé’s slick tight lips while you thrust upward into Jennie’s soaked pussy. Your hands were split—thumbs grinding against both clits, fingers clutching trembling thighs, your whole body a live wire between the two of them. The pace was fucking insane—Jennie bouncing on your cock like it was hers to tame, Rosé grinding down on your face like her orgasm depended on it.
“Ughh, I’m so close,” Rosé moaned, her voice sharp and shaking. “Switch. Please, let’s switch,” she begged, breath hitching as her hips kept rolling across your mouth.
Jennie didn’t even slow down. “You wanna fuck him?” she asked, still bouncing, her hands gripping your chest for leverage.
“YES!”
“You need some dick, don’t you?” she teased, smirking between panting gasps.
“Fuck, yes! Please!”
Jennie rolled her eyes with a grin. “Fine. But he’s mine again the second you cum.”
She dismounted like she couldn’t care less, slick thighs parting as she slid off your cock with a wet pop. Rosé didn’t waste a second—she crawled down your body and spun herself around, ass dipping low, one hand guiding your still-dripping cock to her entrance.
She sank down with a moan so sharp it cracked the air.
You grunted beneath her, your cock buried deep inside her pussy, tight and desperate and pulsing like crazy. Rosé leaned forward, hands planted on the bed just above your head, her chest hovering over you. Her mouth crashed into yours, lips frantic, tongue slick with heat as she kissed you while grinding down hard on your cock.
You grabbed her ass with both hands and started thrusting up, matching her rhythm, slamming into her as she ground in circles. The slap of skin echoed with every bounce. Jennie, now sitting off to the side, fingers working between her legs again, watched you both fuck like she was front row at her favorite show.
“Ummm, yeah,” Jennie moaned out, fingers slick and glistening as she rubbed herself faster. “Ride that fucking dick.”
Rosé could barely hold on. Her moans came louder, faster, hands gripping the sheets beside your head as her pace started to get messy. You moved your lips down her throat, down the curve of her collarbone, then lower—right to those perfect tits you always loved playing with. Her nipples were hard, begging for your mouth, so you sucked one in, rolling your tongue around it while she gasped above you.
She was close. You could feel it.
And then it hit her.
Rosé screamed, loud and uncontrolled, her whole body shuddering as her pussy clamped down on your cock. You kept thrusting, jackhammering into her as she came hard all over your cock. Her back arched, hands shaking, thighs twitching as the orgasm ripped through her.
You were still fucking her, still going deep, when Jennie spoke again—impatient, breathy, but playful as hell.
“Alright, you got your orgasm,” she said, reclining back, head propped on pillows, legs up and spread open. “Now it’s my turn again.”
Your body paused, dick still throbbing inside Rosé, but you stopped moving. She didn’t. She kept grinding her pussy on you in lazy circles, still buzzing from her orgasm as the two of you turned your heads to look at Jennie.
She was laid out like a goddess—fingers still glistening, thighs parted wide, smirking at you both like she knew you’d come crawling.
And then she did it.
She brought her fingers to her face and sniffed, inhaling the scent of her own arousal like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever known. Her eyes fluttered closed as she moaned softly at the scent.
“Fair is fair, I guess,” Rosé muttered, breathless and flushed as she finally lifted off your cock, her pussy dripping down your shaft in slow, sticky strands.
You shifted over to Jennie, your cock still slick with Rosé’s cum. But just as you were about to slide in, Jennie stopped you with one hand on your chest.
“Not yet.”
She sat up, eyes locked on your crotch like bunny in heat. With you on your knees, she leaned down slowly, face level with your soaked dick. She took a deep breath, nose brushing your shaft, and inhaled the mix of Rosé’s juices and your pre-cum like it was perfume. Then, without breaking eye contact, she licked you—slow and deliberate—trailing her tongue up the underside of your cock, tasting every trace of her friend’s orgasm.
A few more licks. A small moan. And then she laid back down, spreading her legs again, ready for you.
“Okay, now give me that dick,” Jennie growled, her voice hungry. You moved into place between her legs and slammed your cock into her soaked pussy in one deep thrust. Her back arched instantly, and you didn’t waste time — you started pounding her hard, each thrust slapping wet against her heat. Jennie’s mouth split into a big, wicked smile as her body welcomed you in again like it was made for your cock.
“Fuck, that feels good,” she moaned, her voice all breath and grit. She reached up, hand slipping behind your head to drag your gaze up to hers, eyes locking like she was about to lay down orders mid-fuck. “Just pull out before you cum this time, okay?”
You gave her a quick nod, still grinding your hips into hers like a machine.
“Good,” she murmured, then tugged your head down to her chest, pressing your face into her tits. You didn’t need encouragement — you latched onto one nipple, sucking it hard while you kept your rhythm ruthless, hips slamming against her thighs, cock buried to the hilt inside her greedy slit.
You and Jennie were fucking hard enough to shake the bed, the mattress whining under the rhythm of your thrusts. Off to the side, Rosé watched. Quiet at first, but with every slick sound and breathy moan, she crept closer — crawling in slow, deliberate movements until she was seated right beside you two.
Then she leaned in, her mouth catching Jennie’s in a deep, wet kiss.
You paused for a beat, lifting your head from Jennie’s tits, still buried balls-deep inside her. The sight in front of you was filthy perfection: Jennie’s mouth tangled with Rosé’s, and Rosé’s bare ass up in the air gave you a perfect peek of her pretty little cunt between her thighs, glistening and slightly spread from how she was bent over.
You didn’t hesitate — you reached over with one hand and slipped two fingers right into her pussy, feeling how wet and soft she already was. She let out a muffled gasp mid-kiss. Your other hand stayed on Jennie, sliding down to rub her clit in slow circles as your cock kept plunging into her cunt.
Jennie was getting it from both sides now — your cock wrecking her from below, your hand working her clit, and Rosé’s lips and hands all over her chest. The stimulation overwhelmed her. She started panting, thighs trembling, until she finally cried out and clenched hard around your cock, pussy spasming through her second orgasm of the night.
You gritted your teeth, the way her pussy clamped down nearly ripping your own orgasm out of you. You barely held on, pulling out slick and throbbing.
“Okay, tell me where you want it,” you said, voice rough as you stroked your length, thick and dripping.
“Stand up,” Jennie commanded, sitting upright with her hair a mess and sweat clinging to her body.
You stood on the mattress, towering above them. She got on her knees in front of your cock, eyes locked on it like it was dessert — and Rosé followed without missing a beat.
Jennie wrapped her hand around your shaft and started stroking you slowly, her thumb sliding over your leaking tip.
“How close are you?” she asked, already knowing the answer from how hard your cock twitched in her grip.
“So close,” you growled, your voice strained, cock twitching in Jennie’s grip. She pumped your shaft hard, quick, both her and Rosé on their knees in front of you with your dick aimed right at their gorgeous faces. They knew what was coming.
And seconds later, it hit.
You exploded with a deep grunt, cock kicking in Jennie’s fist as thick ropes of cum shot out in hard, messy bursts. Both girls closed their eyes, parted their lips, and tilted their faces up as your cum rained down on them like they’d trained for it.
Warm splatters hit Jennie across her cheek and lips. Rosé took a heavy stream straight to the mouth, some dripping from her chin as she giggled through it. The build-up had been intense, and this was your first nut of the night — you gave them everything. The load was massive, hot, and painted both of their faces with streaks, globs, and strings that clung to their cheeks, eyelashes, and open mouths.
Once your spurts finally slowed, Jennie leaned in and wrapped her lips around your still-pulsing tip, sucking softly and pulling out every last drop from the base to the head. She moaned at the taste, tongue swirling. But instead of swallowing what was already collecting in her mouth, she turned toward Rosé — and the two of them kissed, slow and sloppy.
Cum oozed between their tongues. You watched them snowball your load into each other’s mouths, lips gliding slick, breathing through their noses as they traded your jizz back and forth like it was candy. The visual alone — cum-covered faces, mouth-to-mouth filth, soft wet moans — was enough to keep your cock hard, throbbing, and ready for round two.
“I swear, every time I’m still surprised by how much he cums,” Rosé breathed out once they broke the kiss and swallowed the shared load.
“I know, right?” Jennie smirked, licking slowly along Rosé’s cheek, gathering a streak of white with her tongue.
“Jennie—!” Rosé squealed, trying to pull back, but Jennie kept licking her face with teasing little kitten licks, chasing every last drop of cum. Rosé collapsed onto her back, laughing, and Jennie followed — crawling up on all fours over her, her ass sticking high in the air, glistening with sweat, hair falling around her shoulders.
They both laughed for a second, Jennie grabbing a nearby sheet to dab cum off Rosé’s face, but the second her hips lifted and that perfect ass angled up… you couldn’t help yourself.
You got behind her fast, grabbed her waist tight, and yanked her straight back onto your cock in one aggressive, wet thrust.
“Oh fuck!” Jennie gasped, body jolting forward as your cock bottomed out in her pussy again.
You didn’t wait. You started slamming into her in doggy style, your hands locked around her hips, ass clapping against your pelvis, every thrust smacking loud and filthy in the air.
Beneath her, Rosé stayed sprawled out on her back, looking up at the view — Jennie’s tits swinging just above her face with every slam of your hips. She grinned and reached up, squeezing both breasts tight, thumbs rubbing hard over Jennie’s sensitive nipples until the girl was moaning again.
The two of you worked her in perfect sync. You from behind — dick drilling her wet hole — and Rosé from below, teasing her chest and whispering filth through gasps.
Eventually, Rosé’s hands dropped away, and Jennie dipped her head down for a kiss. Their lips met again, sloppy and desperate, while you kept fucking her from behind. She didn’t let her hips drop — she stayed up on all fours for you, body twitching every time you buried yourself deep.
You had her locked in place, fingers digging into her waist, keeping her open for you while she kissed Rosé like her pussy wasn’t being pounded into the mattress. And then, moaning into the kiss, she slowly trailed her mouth down to Rosé’s perfect, bouncing tits—
You couldn’t quite see it, but you could hear it — the soft, needy moans spilling from Rosé’s mouth as Jennie wrapped her lips around one of her nipples. The wet suckling, the breathy gasps, the slight creak of the bed as her back arched — it all sparked something deep in your gut.
Just hearing Rosé like that again flipped the switch. You wanted to be inside her.
So you pulled out of Jennie, her pussy clenching as you slipped free, and reached for Rosé’s open legs, still spread and inviting. You grabbed her thighs and tugged her closer, lining yourself up again with that perfect pussy. She was already soaked — body ready, waiting — so you pushed straight in with a smooth, slow thrust. Her body welcomed your cock like it had missed you.
As your hips began to roll, working into her cunt with steady force, Jennie stayed right where she was — still on all fours, ass high, glistening and exposed just inches in front of your face. You leaned in, keeping your rhythm on Rosé, and buried your tongue into Jennie’s dripping slit.
Her whole body twitched from the sudden attention. You ate her out like a man possessed — tongue sliding deep, lips sucking on her pussy lips, your jaw working in rhythm as you kept your cock buried in Rosé’s pussy.
You were multitasking at the highest level — fucking one, feasting on the other. Jennie was moaning louder, pushing her hips back toward your mouth, and soon enough her thighs clenched and her breath hitched.
Then it hit. She came hard, her juices coating your chin and lips as she trembled through another orgasm.
Once the spasms died down, Jennie carefully moved off of Rosé, leaving you with a perfect view of the girl you were still fucking. Rosé was a mess — in the best way. Her face flushed, her tits bouncing with every thrust, eyes glazed with pleasure.
Jennie flopped onto her side right next to her, one knee bent, legs spread, her own pussy still swollen and slick from the action. She started rubbing herself again — two fingers working in slow, tight circles, while her other hand played with one of her tits. She was still so worked up from earlier, and now watching you rail Rosé was just keeping her need alive.
You saw her bite her lip. She thought no one was watching when she dragged her fingers through her creamy pussy and lifted them to her face — wiping her own slick just beneath her nose like perfume. Then, with a wicked smirk, she reached over and pressed her fingers right to Rosé’s clit.
Rosé gasped — back arching, pussy tightening even more around your cock.
Jennie started rubbing her clit with hard, fast circles, fingers relentless, while you kept pounding her from below. And then Jennie leaned in further, sucking one of Rosé’s tits into her mouth — wet, hot, and full of tongue.
She switched between kissing and sucking, and you could tell she loved the way Rosé’s nipples hardened instantly for her. Jennie was proud of her own body — her tits weren’t massive, but they were perky and gorgeous. Still, even she couldn’t deny how absolutely perfect Rosé’s were. Smooth, as perky, with stiff nipples that practically begged to be teased.
Rosé couldn’t take it. The pleasure was coming from all sides now — your cock driving into her pussy like a machine, Jennie’s mouth locked on her tits, and fingers working her clit like they knew her better than she did.
Her head spun. Her breath hitched.
And then she let out a loud, broken cry as her body gave in.
She came hard — thighs clenching, back arching, pussy squeezing around your dick in desperate, clenching waves. The tightness, the heat, the way she milked your cock while shaking underneath you — it was too much.
Rosé’s entire body jolted as another wave of raw pleasure tore through her. You let out a low, guttural grunt as your cock exploded for the second time inside her tight, aching pussy. You could feel her walls flutter around you, clenching down with every pulse of your thick load flooding her womb. Your thrusts slowed, savoring every slick drag of your cock through her overstretched slit, but you didn’t stop — you kept sliding in and out, shallow but steady, letting her feel every twitch of your shaft as you emptied yourself deep inside her.
Jennie didn’t let up. Her fingers stayed glued to Rosé’s swollen clit, rubbing it like she was determined to break her — same rhythm, same pressure, like she hadn’t just watched her best friend cum all over your cock. And it was working. Rosé’s moans turned into ragged whimpers, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
You thought about pulling out. Thought maybe she’d had enough.
But fuck, with how hard she was reacting — her hips grinding, her pussy clenching, and Jennie still circling that soaked nub — you couldn’t stop. You didn’t. You stayed deep inside her and started building the pace back up again, each thrust rougher, louder, wetter than the last. The sound of your cock pounding into her echoed off the walls, mixing with Jennie’s slick strokes on her clit.
Clap clap clap. It was too much for her.
“Oh Gawd—please, I can’t—” Rosé’s voice cracked, barely even words now. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, mouth hanging open as orgasm after orgasm wrecked her body. She twitched violently, arms limp, legs jerking like she had no control anymore. “Stop, stop, please stop…” she begged, her voice wrecked and raw, the pleasure clearly beyond bearable now.
Jennie finally let her rest, pulling her hand away, fingers glistening with slick. And when you finally pulled your cock out, your cum spilled from Rosé’s ruined pussy in slow, thick drips, leaking down between her thighs and pooling onto the sheets beneath her.
“Well,” Jennie purred, smirking as she rolled to her side, lifting one perfect leg high into the air. “If she needs a break… I’ll take her place.”
You moved immediately — shifting around the bed, hunger already clawing at you again. You slid between her legs, straddling the one pressed to the bed and gripping the one she held high against your chest. You wrapped your arm around it, pinning her open, and lined up your slick cock to her dripping slit. This time, you pushed in slow — letting every inch sink into her greedy pussy with delicious resistance. Her walls hugged your cock tighter than ever, wet and ready, her entrance stretching wide to take you in.
As your hips began to roll, you reached for her breast, cupping it firmly in your free hand, kneading her soft flesh while your cock worked deeper into her. Jennie arched, moaning loud, and tried to keep her eyes on you — but her head kept falling back, overwhelmed by the stretch and the angle. Whenever she managed to lift her gaze again, her eyes darted to the side… locking on Rosé, who still lay trembling and twitching next to her.
“That good?” Rosé rasped, her voice fragile but curious, watching with parted lips. She didn’t touch herself — couldn’t. Her body was still raw, twitching with aftershocks, too sensitive to even breathe without whimpering.
“So… good,” Jennie gasped, voice breathy and wrecked. “I can’t believe you stopped… I don’t want this to ever end…”
Her words hit you like a trigger. You picked up the pace, burying your cock in her over and over, harder, deeper, the wet claps of skin on skin echoing louder now. She was creaming hard around you — so much slick building up you could feel it leaking down your balls. Every thrust churned more out of her, her pussy squeezing and begging for more.
You kept drilling Jennie for another few relentless minutes, watching the way her body jerked and bounced under you with every thrust — until the tension shifted, and both of you knew it was time to flip the script. You finally pulled out, cock slick and heavy, and she immediately rolled over onto her stomach, tossing her hair out of the way before giving you that look over her shoulder — sultry, expectant, her ass up just enough to make it obvious what she wanted next.
You didn’t need words. You climbed on top of her, hands gripping both cheeks tight as you lined your cock back up to her soaked entrance. No more teasing. You thrust forward hard, bottoming out inside her with no mercy, burying your full length as her body jolted forward from the impact. She grunted into the sheets, fists clutching the pillow as you locked her down in that perfect prone bone position.
You held her ass steady and went to work — hammering into her like a fucking machine, the sound of your hips clapping against her ass loud and sharp, echoing around the room. Her pussy was drenched, your cock sliding in and out with wet, messy squelches that only got louder the harder you went. And you couldn’t resist — while you were fucking her, you started spreading her cheeks apart, teasing her asshole with your thumb as you plowed her soaked slit.
Jennie let out a guttural moan, muffled into the pillow, but she didn’t stop herself — she worked one arm underneath her body and reached for her clit, rubbing hard while you kept pounding her from behind. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, tight and perfect beneath your hands, and the way her back arched made your cock throb deeper inside her.
It didn’t take long before her body betrayed her again.
She screamed into the pillow, loud and raw, as her entire body convulsed beneath you. You felt her explode — her pussy clamped around you like a vice and a sudden wave of slick squirted all over your cock, dripping down your thighs and soaking the sheets. Her orgasm hit like a fucking storm.
But you didn’t stop. You slowed just enough to reset your rhythm, then went right back to pounding her. Hard. Deep. Intentional. Your cock slammed in and out of her overstimulated pussy as she kept gasping beneath you, her body twitching through the aftershocks. You weren’t stopping until you emptied yourself inside her.
“You ready, Jennie?” you growled, voice low, leaning in close enough for her to feel your breath on her ear.
“Yes! Give it to me!” she cried, her voice strained but hungry.
“Where do you want it?” you asked, already knowing the answer, already feeling the cum boiling at the base of your cock — but needing to hear her beg.
“In me! I want to feel you fill me with your cum!” she screamed, no shame, no filter, just raw fucking need in her voice.
And that’s all you needed.
You gripped her hips tight, pulled her back onto your cock one last time, and slammed as deep as you could — holding there as you unleashed a thick, hot stream of cum into her. You groaned through clenched teeth, your cock throbbing inside her, firing off in heavy, deep pulses. Jennie moaned loud, her back arching again as she felt every spurt coat her insides.
Even when the last twitch passed, you didn’t pull out right away. You stayed buried inside her for a solid minute, feeling your cock slowly soften while her pussy still clung to you. Finally, you withdrew, your length slick and leaking, and rolled off her. She shifted over onto her back, pussy leaking your cum, body spent, making space for you between her and Rosé.
You moved to lie down in the spot Jennie had just left… but the second your ass hit the mattress, you felt it.
“The bed’s fucking soaked,” you muttered, glancing down and pressing your hand into the massive wet stain spreading across the sheets.
“I know, sorry,” Jennie giggled breathlessly. “I squirted all over it when I came that last time.” She casually brought a hand down to her pussy, dragging her fingers through the mess between her thighs, then scooped up some of your cum that was leaking out of her slit.
You just smirked and dropped back into the spot anyway. Lying between a naked, freshly fucked Rosé and a cum-drenched Jennie? Yeah, a wet bed was a small price to pay.
-
The three of you talked a little, the air thick with sex and sweat. After three back-to-back rounds of nonstop fucking, you were drained — your cock soft, your abs sore, and your throat dry as hell. You needed a break. Needed water. So you peeled yourself away from the two naked goddesses tangled in the bed with you, both glistening under the dim bedroom lights, and headed down to the kitchen. No clothes, no shame — just walked out fully nude, your skin still warm from pussy heat, thighs sticky with a cocktail of juices and cum. You didn’t even think twice. At this time of night, nobody was going to show up. And even if they did? Whatever. In the last year and a half, Lisa had already caught you either mid-fuck or post-fuck at least a handful of times. Shit, even Jisoo once walked in just as you were about to nut inside Jennie during a lazy afternoon ride.
You reached the kitchen and leaned against the counter as you guzzled down two full glasses of water, sweat still drying on your chest. The cool liquid was heaven. Once your heart settled and your body didn’t feel like it was running on fumes, you dropped the glass into the sink and headed back upstairs, feeling your limp cock sway with each step. But as you turned the corner toward the bedroom, a sound stopped you cold — loud, raw moans echoing down the hallway.
Rosé.
You recognized that voice anywhere. You’d heard the jokes. That when she moaned, the entire house heard it. And now, for the first time, you were on the outside of the room — hearing it for yourself. Those weren’t just moans, they were fucking screams. Wild, unfiltered pleasure. And then you heard Jennie too. Softer, messier. Her voice rising with every pulse of motion.
You paused in the doorway.
And what you saw nearly dropped you to your knees.
There in the center of the bed — Jennie Kim and Roseanne Park, legs tangled together, were scissoring like their lives depended on it. Their hips rocked in slow, rhythmic thrusts, slick pussy against slick pussy, mashing together in perfect sync. Their inner thighs were soaked, and it wasn’t just wetness — it was everything. Their own juices, each other’s, and thick streaks of your cum leaking out of both of their freshly fucked slits. You saw it clearly — that creamy, glistening mix of release smearing across their clits and folds with every grind. Their pussies clapped together softly, wet and squelching, raw and real.
You were exhausted. Your dick had just barely gone soft. But watching the two of them grind their soaked pussies together like that — watching your cum leak out and smear over them both as they fucked each other harder — it lit something in you again. Your cock twitched. Then it stiffened. Then it was just hard. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t say anything, just stood there in the doorway, breathing slow, chest rising as you watched them ruin each other.
Jennie caught your eye first. Her hips didn’t stop moving, didn’t slow down. She just smiled at you mid-thrust, eyes wild and lips parted, and kept rubbing her clit into Rosé’s pussy like it was nothing. Rosé might’ve seen you, might not have — you weren’t sure. But that didn’t stop you. You didn’t start jerking off… not really. But your hand drifted down. You touched yourself, just enough to feel it pulse in your grip as you watched two of your favorite girls fuck each other with your cum still leaking out of them.
You stayed back for a while, just watching, listening. You recognized that specific kind of moan coming from Rosé — loud, high-pitched, ragged at the edges. You knew that sound. She was about to cum. You didn’t want to startle her, didn’t want to break her rhythm or pull her out of that high, so you kept quiet, slowly making your way closer to the bed. You circled out of her line of sight, approaching from the side, until you were standing just behind her — close enough to hear every wet grind, close enough to feel her orgasm hit.
And it did. Hard.
Rosé let out a cry, her back arched for a second before she collapsed onto the mattress, her body limp, tits rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. Then, slowly, they opened — only to land directly on your fully hard cock, sticking out proud and pulsing, just inches from her face.
She smiled instantly. Her head turned, just enough to shift her gaze from the length of your shaft to your face above her.
“Hi,” she said, voice playful, throat still coated in moans. “Have you been up here long?”
“Long enough,” you said, smirking down at her.
“Well… I guess I don’t need to ask if you enjoyed the show.”
She reached out without hesitation, wrapping her fingers around your shaft, slowly stroking you as her grin widened. Then she guided your cock downward, angled it to her lips, and opened her mouth.
Her lips wrapped softly around your tip, and the second her tongue swirled across it, your hips twitched. She sucked you gently, slowly — teasing.
But of course, Jennie wasn’t going to sit back and let that happen without her. She crawled right over Rosé’s body, her naked skin gliding across the other girl’s until she was straddled over her like a pillow. The moment Rosé took her hand off your cock, Jennie’s mouth was already there to replace it — lips hot, tongue flicking, licking the underside while her cheeks hollowed around your shaft.
They shared you. Again. Two idols, two tongues, one cock.
Rosé kept your tip in her mouth most of the time, lips sealed tight around the head while her tongue teased the sensitive underside. But at one point, Jennie took over and buried several inches down her throat, her spit dripping down your shaft as she gagged around it. While she did, Rosé ducked beneath and licked at your balls, her tongue warm and sloppy as she lapped at you from below.
And then, the shift.
Jennie finally let Rosé take the cock back, then spun around over her body until the two were in a perfect 69 — Rosé still on her back, and Jennie’s dripping pussy now hovering directly above her face. Rosé gave your tip one more strong suck, then grabbed your shaft with one hand, guiding it between Jennie’s thighs. She rubbed your cock along that soaked, hot slit, dragging it back and forth until she lined you up with Jennie’s entrance — then pushed your tip right in.
That was all it took.
Your instincts kicked in and you slammed forward with one hard thrust, burying your cock balls-deep into Jennie’s tight, wet pussy.
She gasped, mouth full of Rosé’s pussy, and braced herself on the bed. You grabbed her hips, tightened your grip, and started pounding into her — fast, raw, wet. Your pelvis slapped hard against her ass with each thrust, and the sounds of your fucking filled the room. Each wet clap echoed off the walls, a steady rhythm of skin on skin, your cock punching into her while Rosé stayed pinned beneath, licking and moaning and riding the aftershock of being used as a bed for the two of you.
Rosé wasn’t just laying there and watching while you pounded your cock into Jennie’s pussy — not when it was happening less than a foot from her face. No, she was all in. Hands everywhere, mouth busy, eyes locked on every filthy detail. One moment she was rubbing Jennie’s clit, making her gasp mid-thrust, the next she was cupping your swinging balls with both hands, massaging them like she was worshipping the rhythm of your thrusts. And then her mouth — fuck, her tongue — it slid right in between, licking the slick, sticky mess where your cock slammed into Jennie’s soaked pussy. She kissed the point where your shaft vanished inside her friend, licking up the hot mixture of pussy juice and leftover cum from earlier rounds, smearing it over her own lips like gloss.
And on top of that, Rosé was still getting eaten out. Her pussy hadn’t gotten a break since the scissoring, and now it was Jennie’s tongue taking slow, wet laps up and down her slit while she got railed from behind. Rosé’s crotch was wrecked — glossy and glazed in cum from all three of you — but Jennie didn’t stop. She licked her clean one stroke at a time, mouth moving methodically, tasting her again and again while taking deep thrusts from behind. It was a triple collision of bodies, all grinding together, all soaked and filthy and perfectly in sync.
You kept the rhythm going — sometimes pulling your cock out of Jennie’s tight cunt just to slide it into Rosé’s mouth for a minute. She sucked you hungrily, moaning into your shaft while Jennie moaned against her pussy. Then you’d push right back into Jennie again, wet and raw and seamless. You couldn’t decide which one of them sounded hotter — Jennie’s breathless moans as your cock filled her again, or Rosé’s desperate hums as she tasted the very dick you were wrecking her best friend with.
Jennie came first. Her pussy clamped down tight around you, her thighs trembling, her moans stuttering as she gushed again — all over you, all over Rosé’s mouth. You kept going. Rosé was next — her legs spread wide, her hips jerking, her own orgasm crashing through her while Jennie’s tongue stayed locked on her clit. Her body twitched hard, her voice cracking as she cried out, hands gripping the sheets underneath her.
And now you? You were fucking close. You felt it in your core.
“I can’t hold back,” you warned them, your thrusts starting to slow, your abs tight, cock thick and throbbing inside of Jennie.
“Do it. Cum in me,” Jennie gasped, still pushing her hips back into you.
“Give it to her,” Rosé whispered, her voice low, filthy, encouraging.
With both girls begging for it, you snapped.
You slammed into Jennie with everything you had left, your cock twitching, tension coiling deep in your balls. You hammered into her, chasing your release, driving yourself deeper. Two more minutes of pure raw fucking, and then your body locked. You thrust one last time, deep inside her soaked pussy — and exploded. Hot cum flooded into her as your cock throbbed violently. And halfway through that orgasm, you pulled out, panting, and angled your cock up just in time to shoot the rest all over Rosé’s gorgeous, cum-slicked face. She moaned through it, eyes fluttering closed as thick ropes painted her cheeks and lips.
Then everything collapsed.
You dropped onto the mattress, your body crashing into theirs, all three of you tangled in sweat and fluids, breathing hard. A fucked-out, exhausted pile of naked limbs and sticky skin.
Eventually, Rosé was the first to shuffle off to the bathroom, her thighs still shaking. Jennie followed right after, cum dripping down her legs, skin flushed and glowing. They both cleaned up, took their time, then crawled back into bed beside you.
And just like that, the three of you fell asleep. Naked. Wrapped around each other. Cum still drying between your bodies.
-
It had been hours since you'd all passed out, but it felt like barely a blink before you were waking again — not to noise, not to light, but to the slow drag of a hand sliding across your body. The room was still dark, your eyes barely even open, but you didn’t need vision to know who it was. You felt her the second those long, familiar nails ghosted down your abs, leaving shivers in their trail. Jennie. Of course.
That girl had no off switch.
You cracked your eyes open just as her hand wrapped fully around your cock, already firm and twitching from the attention. There was just enough moonlight bleeding through the windows to catch the shape of her body hovering beside you — bare skin, hair loose, eyes glinting like she’d never fallen asleep at all. She stared at you, slow and hungry, her fingers squeezing your cock with intent.
You blinked at the clock on the nightstand. Just past 4:15 a.m.
She didn’t wait.
Jennie climbed on top of you, straddling your hips, kissing you with that same sleepy fire in her breath. Her body pressed flush to yours, her nipples brushing your chest, and she began to grind slowly — her pussy sliding up and down your cock, not taking it in yet, just teasing, slick and warm and tempting. Her hips rolled against your length while her tongue slipped into your mouth, muffling her soft little whines. Rosé lay curled up right next to you, still fast asleep.
At first, you both tried to keep it quiet. Subtle. Secret. But the longer she grinded on you, the more your body reacted — hips lifting, cock nudging her slit, and soon the bed began to creak in protest. You slipped a finger down between her thighs, pressed into her wet folds, and pushed it inside. Jennie moaned — not loud, but not soft either.
Rosé stirred beside you.
You both froze.
Jennie’s breath hitched, and you held yours, watching to see if the other girl would wake. But Rosé only shifted slightly, pulling the blanket higher, still lost in her sleep. That’s when Jennie leaned forward and brought your soaked fingers to her face, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled the scent of her own pussy. Then, eyes on yours, she sucked them clean. Slow. Messy. One at a time.
When it became clear Rosé wasn’t waking up, Jennie leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.
“Let’s go downstairs,” she whispered.
You nodded.
Carefully, quietly, the two of you slipped out of the bed, every move deliberate to avoid waking the sleeping beauty beside you. You followed her naked frame through the house, heart pounding, your cock fully hard again just from the tension and that teasing fucking whisper.
Once you stepped into the living room, Jennie spun on you like she’d been waiting to pounce. Her hand immediately grabbed your cock, squeezing it like it was hers, always. With the other hand, she yanked you down into a kiss — deep, tongue-first, messy and starving. She started walking backward, guiding you blindly with her lips still on yours. You didn’t care where you were going, your focus locked on her body, her heat, her grip.
Then her bare ass bumped into the edge of the couch, and she broke the kiss.
She smiled up at you, that post-orgasm glow still on her skin, and said, “You know… there’s one thing we haven’t done tonight.”
Jennie spun around without another word and propped one knee up on the armrest of the couch, arching her back as she bent over, her ass perfectly perched for you. She reached back with one hand and spread her cheek open, flashing you that tight little asshole — glistening slightly in the low light. It wasn’t always like this. Most of her sex life, she’d been totally closed off to anal. Said no every time. Refused to do it. Just not her thing.
But that changed since you.
Now she was bent over her own damn couch at 4:30 in the morning, bare ass in the air, one cheek pulled wide open for you, silently begging to be filled. No hesitation. No warmup. Just full fucking access.
You stepped in behind her, your cock still glistening from earlier, coated in her pussy juices from when she’d been grinding all over you in bed. You took hold of her wide hips, lined yourself up with her tight little rosebud, and started to press in. Her body tensed for a second — that delicious resistance — but she didn’t tell you to slow down. She wanted it. You pulled her back against you while pushing forward, your cockhead popping past her ring and sinking deep into her ass.
That first thrust always hit different.
A few sessions ago, she needed you to take it slow. Inch by inch. Careful breathing. But now? Her body was used to it — trained, stretched, hungry for it. Within seconds, she adjusted, relaxing enough for you to fuck her harder.
“Oh god, yes. Fuck my ass!” she moaned, voice throaty and high, fingers digging into the couch cushion. You slammed into her, again and again, and her ass shook with every thrust, soft skin rippling with each wet slap of your hips clapping against her ass cheeks. You raised your hand and brought it down hard on her cheek — the sound echoed.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” she groaned, grinding back on you like she wanted to milk every inch out of your cock.
But as good as it felt from behind, you wanted to see her. Wanted to watch her.
So you pulled out, your cock slick with ass and spit, and guided her down onto the couch. She laid back, legs already parting instinctively, and then dropped lower, slouching into the cushions with her knees pulled high. She lifted her legs up and back, planting them against the couch backrest, completely folded in half, ass and pussy on full display.
You grabbed her ankles, pushed them up and apart, and drove your cock straight back into her ass.
She gasped.
Her hands flew between her legs, fingers diving into her pussy as you fucked her from below, deep and hard, her ass stretched tight around your shaft. Her moans got louder. Raw. Her clit swollen and glistening under her touch as she stroked herself in rhythm with your thrusts. Every time you pushed into her, her entire body rocked into the couch, her thighs trembling as your balls slapped wetly against her.
She played with her pussy like she was possessed, slick fingers moving fast, then slow, then circling her clit with tight precision. Sometimes she brought her hand up, sniffing her scent, licking her fingers like she was trying to taste how ruined she already was. Her eyes rolled. Her chest heaved. You watched every single twitch, every moan, every spasm ripple through her body.
She was a fucking mess.
And you? You were obsessed with every second of it — the way her face twisted in pleasure, the way her asshole clenched around your cock, the way her legs stayed pinned high as you fucked her in half.
“Fuck, Jennie… I can’t take much more of this,” you groaned through gritted teeth, your abs tightening, balls pulled heavy and tight.
“Just a bit longer,” she begged, her voice cracking with need as her fingers worked frantic circles around her clit. “I’m almost there… and then you can fill my ass with everything you’ve got. I want you to drown my ass in that cum. Empty those big balls inside me.”
Your cock kept pumping into her ass, wet and relentless. Her walls gripped you like a vice, still stretched around your length as her body rocked beneath you. One hand was on her clit, soaking with slick. The other? Pinching and rolling her nipples, flicking them as she arched into the pressure. And that was it — that was the last push she needed.
Jennie came hard.
She screamed — loud, raw, her voice echoing off the walls as her whole body locked up. Her thighs trembled violently, her pussy exploded with wetness, and a hot stream of squirt splashed out, soaking the couch cushion beneath her in a spreading stain of pussy juice. Her asshole clamped down tight on your cock mid-orgasm, strangling you inside her with rhythmic, pulsing squeezes.
You could barely hold on.
Watching her face twist in pure, broken bliss… feeling that velvet-tight grip around your shaft as her body spasmed beneath you?
It pushed you straight over the edge.
You buried your cock to the absolute hilt in her ass, your body jerking as your orgasm ripped through you. You grunted out loud, chest flexing, balls drawing up as you emptied everything inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum surged from your cock, flooding her ass. You kept pulsing, pumping, releasing everything you had — it wasn’t just a load, it was the load. Your whole body shook as you filled her completely, the warmth spreading inside her as she kept moaning, still trembling from her own orgasm.
Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth hung open. She was still cumming while you stuffed her ass full of your cum, completely wrecked and full.
When the last spurt left you, you finally pulled out, your cock wet, softening, and glistening in the low light. You collapsed beside her, breathless, exhausted. Jennie stayed on her back for a few moments, cum already dripping from her used hole, her body twitching lightly with aftershocks.
But she wasn’t done.
With that same dirty hunger still in her eyes, she slowly rotated over, climbed onto her knees, and bent down over your lap. Before you could stop her, her mouth was already wrapping around your soft, wet cock — the very same one that had just been buried in her ass. She sucked you clean. No hesitation. Her lips moved over your shaft with messy slurps, her tongue swirling around every curve, tasting your cum and her own mess with zero shame.
You never got used to it. She didn’t do it every time, but when she did?
It always surprised you.
Ass-to-mouth. Unprompted. Deep and filthy.
Her head moved slowly as she cleaned every drop off your shaft, her moans vibrating against you. But the sensitivity was too much. You had to reach down and gently pull her off — because if you didn’t, you knew she’d keep sucking until your cock started to swell again. And right now? You were completely spent.
You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath in the dark.
Then, finally, you helped her up, and the two of you padded quietly back upstairs. The house was still. Rosé was still out cold. You climbed back into bed, the sheets cool, the room quiet. Your body melted into the mattress, utterly drained.
Just as sleep started to take you, you felt movement.
Rosé shifted beside you, turning over and snuggling close. Her warm body pressed into yours, and her arm slid across your chest. Then, with her lips barely grazing your cheek, she whispered in the softest voice imaginable:
Tags: Incest, stepsister, strangers, consent, dirty talk, swingers' club, in the dark, cheating, small threesome (MFM), cuckolding, choking, facial, older brother/younger sister
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Previous Part ⬅️
Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice. That’s what Miss Kelly taught us in Philosophy class; it’s a direct quote from author Stephanie Perkins, and despite her being a fiction author, her words have impeccable timing.
Not just because of the world today, but because of the last few weeks.
Bread rises in a couple of hours, your hair grows over weeks and months, and years of added pressure erode a rock.
But your actions can kill a relationship in mere minutes.
Case-in-point, my little sister Rosé.
I ruined her prom night; I ruined our relationship, and I ruined her first time, as I’ve come to learn.
They also say that the conscience warns us as a friend before it punishes us as a judge. That one was Stanisław I Leszczyński, and the friend in the back of my mind is sounding more like a bully than a friend.
All I can focus on is that face writhing in pleasure while I’m deep within her stomach, the curls of her hair stuck to her face as she breaks a sweat; her hips grinding and bouncing on my lap like she’s playing horsey.
It’s the tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of being inside. No. Stop thinking like that. She’s your sister, you sick fuck.
I’ve tried everything I can to get my mind out of the gutter and into the metaphorical sunshine. I’ve tried going out into the sunshine and touching grass, which resulted in me thinking about bending Rosie over in the bushes and going at it like rabbits.
I’ve tried taking cold showers, which ended up with me thinking about me and Rosie having a dirty make-out session and having hot, steamy sex.
Now I’m trying something out of the ordinary. I’m driving to the next town over and taking part in a swingers’ night in an underground brothel. Is it unorthodox? Yes. But I’m running out of time before I storm into Rosie’s room, pull my pants down, and go to town.
I don’t want to do that. I want us to go back to how we were before prom, happy, non-sexual siblings.
On my drive down, I try to sit in the silence of my car. It’s raining outside and there’s a storm approaching, so it’s nice and calming before I get to the brothel full of screamers, squirters, and swingers.
It was all nice and quiet, but when a loud phone tone blairs and brought me out of my tranquil state. I swerve the car slightly and look at my phone; it’s Jennie.
In all of this post-Rosie clarity, I completely neglected the fact that I have a girlfriend who would have been more than happy to satiate my desire for rebound sex. Maybe only a rebound in my mind.
“Hey babe, you okay?” I attempt to put on a faux tone of composure as I place two hands on the wheel.
“I came by your house and you weren’t there. What are you up to?” Jennie chirped, not a worried bone in her body. But there are 206 of them in mine.
“Yeah, I just went for a drive to clear my head,” I admitted. Like a dumbass. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“Oh. Are you okay? What’s up?” She inquires, her voice picking up with concern.
“Yeah, of course. I just needed a breath of fresh air, that’s all.” I lie. Good thing I can lie, otherwise I’d have no girlfriend, my mother would disown me, and I’d have told the swingers’ club the real reason I wanted to attend their party tonight.
“Is there anything you want? I can grab something for you on my way back if you’d like?” I switch subjects as quickly as I can. Getting bogged down with my deteriorating mental health might not bode well for me in the long run.
“Uh, no, I’m okay. I just wanted to check in, that’s all. I also wanted to tell you something important.”
A hot flush crept up my cheeks; if it has anything remotely to do with Rosie, then I just know that my blabber mouth will slip something in there that I don’t want to. Kind of like how I slipped into Ros–Shut up. Just shut your mouth.
“I did it. I made the audition! I’m going to YG!” Jennie exclaims, making me wince.
“That’s amazing news! Congratulations babe!” I cheer. “We have to celebrate!”
“How about tonight?” Oh hell no.
“Um, maybe not tonight. I’m quite busy tonight; I’ve got a, er–a party to go to, but tomorrow we’re for sure celebrating!” Fingers crossed she buys that one.
“Oh, okay, yeah, cool. Whose party is it? And how come I didn’t hear about it.” She jokes.
She might be laughing, but inside I’m shitting myself with how much this lie is unravelling right in front of my eyes.
“Uh, remember Eric? Yeah, he’s having a little do at his house and he invited me to come ‘round.”
“Oh, that’s nice of him. Tell him I said hi!”
“I will…” The line goes silent for a few seconds as I try to come up with a get-out-of-jail free card in less than 5 seconds. The exact time it takes for Jennie to start yapping.
“Anyway, I've gotta go. I have to focus on the road. I’ll call you later.”
“Yeah cool. I’ll talk to you later. Love you!” She says making a kiss over the line.
“Love you too!” I say and hang up the phone. “I’ll call you later. You colossal fucking idiot.” I curse myself and turn into the next town.
“Hi what can I get for you?” The barmaid asks all nice and chipper.
“Yeah, um, I’m here for the–the swingers party–?”
“–Keep your Godamn voice down.” She stops me, leaning over the bar. “God, I hate newcomers. Go to the bathroom hallway and instead of turning right to the men’s room, go straight on into the room called staff. Then ask for urinal cakes and they’ll let you in.”
At first, I’m a little taken aback. She can’t speak to me that way; that’s poor customer service. I spent a fortune on this ticket. But then again, kicking up a fuss about customer service leading up to a swinger sex party might not be the best idea in the middle of a fancy wine bar full of middle-aged women.
So rather than enlist the rage of 20 Karens, I decide to walk away, but with a scowl on my face to show I wasn’t happy with her tone. Wait. Am I a Karen for thinking like that? Fuck me. I’m a Karen at 20 years of age, what has my life come to?
I follow the lady’s instructions and instead of turning right, I walk straight into the staff door and I’m met with what I can only describe as Fraida Felcher from Dumb and Dumber To. A heavier woman in her 50s, with stringy hair and the voice of an 80-year-old smoker.
“Sorry, sir, this is for staff only.”
With a shaky voice, I asked. “Oh, right, yeah? Can I have some urinal cakes?”
“Huh. I didn’t think someone of your age would be into swinging, but I guess I can make an exception for you, cutie pie.” She flirts while handing me a red wristband. It takes all of my energy not to be repulsed by her advances, but I guess I have to have an open mind if my dick is gonna be in a bunch of strangers in–I check my watch–an hour.
“So what do I do now?”
“You have an hour before the event starts, so you can either go into the wardrobe room and hand in the clothes you don’t want on during the event and mingle downstairs, or you can grab a drink at the wine bar out there.”
“Oh, okay, you have like a whole cross-community thing going on. I like it.” I jest.
“We’re very inclusive here.” She winks and grabs a mask.
“You’ll also want to put this on.” She hands me a fancy domino mask, the kind you’d see on Robin or at a fancy aristocrat’s Illuminati meeting.
“The lights will be dark enough not to make out anyone’s features, but for extra security, we require our patrons to wear masks.” She informs, “It also adds to the sexiness of the party.” She slips in a small detail that makes it a little uncomfortable, but in all honesty, I can’t deny the arousal factor of not being noticed while banging someone else’s wife in the dark.
I take the mask, politely nod my head, and make my way to the wardrobe room. A room which is a glorified walk-in cupboard, I mean the place is huge and also very open. There are no doors whatsoever.
“What the fuck?” I ask myself.
“There’s no need for privacy here, honey.” A sultry voice swims from behind me. I swiftly put the domino mask on, and just in time too, because not a second later I get a slap on my ass as she comes in front of me… I see she has no clothes on.
“Whoa,” I reeled. “Is this not the men’s changing room?” I say, covering my eyes. She lets out an affluent, breathy laugh.
“Oh sweetheart, there’s no such thing as men's and women’s rooms here. After all, we might just be inside each other in an hour anyhow.” She winks as her index finger trails down my chest, stopping at my waistline.
“I–I’d like that.” I stutter. For the first time, I look over her naked form and realise it was sculpted by God. Her hips slim and well taken care of, her bum like a ripe peach you just want to devour, I imagine her skin as soft as silk and just as perfect too.
Then there’s her boobs. Her boobs, from what I can tell, are 32B, and while they’re not the size of a pornstar’s, they are expertly shaped. Like if you looked at a sphere and admired the roundness of that, this woman’s boobs are like perfect spheres.
“Hey dear,” she snaps me out of my dream, “My eyes are up here, you know?” She grabs my chin and makes me look into her eyes.
“Ye–yes ma’am.”
“Ma’am? Please. Call me mommy,” she winks one last time before moving behind me, and when I turn to find her, she’s completely disappeared, like a sexy wraith woman teasing me with things to come.
After my encounter with that bombshell older woman I rapidly took my clothes off and made my way down to the party room, where I’m met with not only the sexiest women I’ve ever seen, but with the most amount of dicks I’ve seen in one room.
Men of all shapes and sizes in body type and dick size surround women who are skinny, fat, skinny-fat, toned, muscly, petite, you name it. If there were a body type you were looking for, you would for sure find it in this room.
A couple of women in particular caught my eye right away. A woman with dark hair styled in a wolf cut, blonde dye colouring the tips as if they had just grown out. Her lips coloured purple; she’s determined to get some of these people in trouble by leaving lipstick marks everywhere, and truthfully, with how she looks and her vibes, I wouldn’t be upset.
While everyone wore lingerie or nothing at all, she’s wearing a baggy t-shirt and, from what I can tell, a pair of dark red panties showcasing that amazing ass when she turned around.
I’m ready to have a good time, and she seems chill, so I push through the crowd until I’m six feet away, watching her drink a clear liquid through a straw.
“Hi, I’m uh… I’m–”
“Yeah, we don’t tell each other our names here,” she laughed. “Joanne.” She offers a hand.
“I thought no real names?” I ask, puzzled. Her face goes blank, and she stares at me like an idiot.
“Are you serious? You think my name is Joanne?” She pauses and facepalms herself. She rolls her eyes, grabs her drink, and walks away, but I grab her wrist lightning-quick.
“Wait, hold it.” She spins around. “I’m new to this, and I don’t know the rules.”
“Really? No way!” She jests.
“Yeah. I’m here because I want to get over my si–my ex. And I need a guide. Would you wanna be my guide? Teach me the ropes?” I ask.
She tilts her head to study me, as if she had X-ray vision and could see everything, not that she had to have that since I’m naked already. Then her eyes wander downwards, and she grins.
“Oh, what the hell, you’re lucky you’ve got a nice package.” She smiles. “Okay, here are the ground rules. Before you do anything, you need consent. You can’t just come up to someone and stick it in them, no matter how many people you’ve seen them with. That’s rule number 1, rule number 2 is no real names. No matter how much you want to fuck someone after this, it’s protecting your privacy and your partner’s privacy. Rule C is to create a safe word, so when you want to stop or things go too far, your partner knows and you can dip. Mine is TV.”
“Why TV?” I ask baffled.
“When do you scream TV during sex?”
“Carry on.” I concede.
“Obviously you took a test for STDs and stuff, so I don’t have to go over that. Only one glass of alcohol so that when you’re pounding me from behind, you don’t throw up all over my back.” Her dismissive tone about it sparked a fire in my gut, and my fists clenched at my sides while my heart thumped in my chest.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Did I get you all hot and bothered?” Joanne teases.
“I didn’t expect you wanted me to–”
“What? Raw dog me from behind?” She spurts again. “You thought I was telling you the rules just for the sake of it? No. Like I said, you’ve got a nice package and I want it delivered into my mailbox.” She flirts.
“I’ve met no one quite so forward like you before.” I tell her.
“Bet you’ve never met a bisexual Korean woman before either.”
“You’re Korean?” I respond, she gives me the same dumb look, “I’m joking. Clearly I’m messing. But I didn’t know you were bi.”
“Absolutely no drugs or photography. Both for obvious reasons, I’d hope.”
“Is there anything else I need to know?” I ask.
“Nope, think you’re all good, just a question from me.”
“Wassup?”
“Did anyone else catch your eye?” She bites her lip, referring to the room.
I scan the room in search of more hot bunnies. There’s a group of girls in the corner who are all wearing lingerie ranging from pink to red to green. A woman swayed with youthful vigour with her hands clasped behind her back. Her dress is sleeveless but has elasticity just below the chest area. I’ve heard Rosie talk about them before. I think they’re called midi dresses. Rosie.
Goddamnit, I came here to forget about Rosie, but now seeing that dress, naked women, and then Joanne, my cock gets stiff. Fuck sake.
I turn back to Joanne. “Uh, yeah, there’s a few people here I’d like to talk to.”
“Just talk to?” Joanne trails her finger down my chest again. I look left and right to see if anyone’s looking before I try to kiss her, but when I look to the farside of the room, I see someone who’s drop-dead gorgeous.
She’s got straight blonde hair that cascades down to the middle of her amazingly smooth back. Her leopard-print one-piece accentuates her amazing back, riding high on her ass. I get even harder looking at this woman as she’s the best-looking blonde I’ve ever seen. Even hotter than Rosé.
Then something puzzles me: this blonde girl looks oddly familiar, and I can’t put my finger on why. But as the lights dim, Joanne is on her knees in front of my cock.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” Joanne asks. They really take these rules seriously.
“Yes,” I tell her. Within seconds her entire mouth encases my dick all the way down her throat and she’s not moving. Holy shit, this girl is skilled. I think as my hands intertwine in her hair.
Because she went so deep at the start, the blowjob got sloppy. Drool dripping down from her mouth onto my cock, and when she pulls back, there’s a line of saliva dripping from the tip of my cock to her plump purple lips.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” I moan, looking down at her. The makeup on her face ran down her freckled cheeks, and her lipstick left its mark on me with each pump. “You’re so good at that.” I tell her.
“Oh yeah? I suck your cock nice and good?” she moans, putting her face next to my cock as she looks me deep into my eyes and pouts. “You want me to keep going?” The dimples in her face elevated the joy in my eyes.
“Please. Please keep blowing me like that.” I consent. She giggles in a horny manner and places her purple lips on the tip of my shaft and sucks. No forward motion, or any motion for that matter. She just sucks the tip while jerking the rest of me. It feels like heaven.
Her big cat-like eyes don’t waver from mine. She doesn’t close them or move them to look at my torso or anything. Just undisturbed eye contact while I’m in her mouth.
Then, like some teasing Goddess she swirls her tongue around my head. If she keeps this up, I might come right now. I think to myself. I have an executive decision to make: do I either let Joanne continue to work her magic and come in her mouth? Or do I let myself have a breather and maybe get to fuck her?
Turns out I don’t get a choice as Joanne takes her lips off my cock and stands up, her hand still wrapped around it as she lightly strokes me.
“Wha–why?” I ask, confused.
“You think I don’t know a cock about to come when I feel it throbbing in my mouth? Tsk tsk.” She teases. “Now, unless you want to bow out and go with someone else. I suggest you bend me over this stage and fuck me. Do you want to?” Joanne asks.
“Absolutely.” I reply and she lets go of my cock to bend over the stage. She hikes up her Black Sabbath baggy t-shirt and pulls her dark red panties to the side. Her big, plump ass shakes enticingly, like a swinging pocket watch.
“You want me? Come get me,” Joanne moans. I take two whole handfuls of her ass and as I go to spank her, I remember rule one. Consent.
“Can I spank you?”
“Ooh, now he’s getting into it. You wanna spank me? Do it.” She moans. With her words in sexy writing, I reel my hand back and recoil right onto her jiggly flesh. “Mhm.” She moans. Her rear jiggles as she shakes it again, asking for more. I smack her again, and a louder moan comes crawling out of her mouth.
“You like dirty talk?” I ask.
“Oh, I love it when a guy is dirty with his words. Take control,”
“You like when I spank your ass, slut?” I tease and make a handprint on her right cheek.
“Mhm, yyesss~” It sounds like she’s drooling; shame I can’t see her face.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask tracing my fingers with this clap on her bum.
“Please fuck me, stop teasing.” She moans, backing her ass up trying to impale herself.
“Ask me again, slut.” I flog her again with the hardest part of my hand, her ass now a bright red.
“Please fuck me. Please rail me from behind and make me scream and come and drool over your cock,” Joanne moans.
“Because you asked so nicely.” I place my tip against her sopping wet folds and inch myself in, inch by incredulous inch. Before long I bottom out inside her and I’m not all the way in.
“Your pussy is so small, Joanne. So petite.” I moan as it grips me with precise efficiency. Like it was a machine for breeding, I go over what she likes and doesn’t like before I pump inside.
“What is off-limits for you, darling?” I ask, slipping away but then thrusting back in.
“Don’t piss on me, choke me, or come in me, and we’re peachy. Now please just fuck me.”
“If the princess insists.” I smirk while grabbing her hips. I pull her back onto my cock and use her body to rail her instead of moving my own hips. And she’s loving it.
“Oh, fuck, just what I needed. Yes, yes, right there, right there, right there!” She moans, her knuckles going white as she claws at the stage so hard.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I moan, feeling every single nerve inside her tense as I pull her back and forth onto my dick.
Then my mind wanders from Joanne to Rosie. The exact words I said to her when she was riding my cock after her prom, instead of her prom date. She chose me. No, stop it. It was an accident, a mistake, and it won’t happen again.
I snap back into reality and look down to see my dick deep in the guts of Joanne, her pussy tight and wet for me.
“Yeah? You like how tight my pussy is for you? Fuck!” she screams, her hand going down to her clit to rub it, but I don’t let her. I think it would be more beneficial for her to beg for it.
“What are you doing? Let me rub my clit!” she exclaims.
“Beg for it.”
“Excuse me?” She asks. “You want me to beg you to let me come?”
I whip her ass with the back of my hand. “You told me to take control. So beg,” I moan as my hips collide with her ass.
“Mhm fuck. N-no, I can’t do tha–” I spank her ass again. “Fuck, please.”
“What was that?” I hit her again.
“Please let me come,” she mumbled under her breath. I throttle her ass this time.
“Louder!” My hips pistoning her insides. She shudders at the denial and dirty words.
“Please let me come. I want to come on your cock so much. Please, please, please, please, please.” She begs. Instead of letting her touch her clit, though, I take her arms behind her back. “I did what you asked. What are you–” I cut her off and started playing with her clit myself. Rubbing the little nub under the hood while also keeping up my rhythm with her hips.
“Oh, yes, fuck yes, that’s it! Make me come, please!” She begs as her legs tremble with her words becoming less legible and more primal.
“Keep your arms there.” I command and let her arms go. As I grip her chin and turn her to face me, my index and middle fingers still going to work on her clit. “Look at me when you come,” I demand, and she resets in a hot flash. As if someone had pushed a button, her brain turned off, her eyes crossed, and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. High-pitched squeals squeak out of her cute little mouth.
“TV! TV! TV!” Joanne moans, tapping my stomach. My hips stop all motion immediately, and I leave my cock inside while she recuperates.
“You okay?” I ask, her breathing like she had just climbed Everest and run back down.
“Yeah,” she chokes out, grabbing her chest to calm herself down from the outside.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask, the question trembling on my lips; she nods her head and her whole body short-circuits as she unravels. I stick my tongue down her throat as hers flops and submits to mine. Her purple lipstick smudging all over, her tongue is nice and wet as I feel her body go numb.
“Woah, okay,” Joanne’s legs giving way, forcing me to break free and catch her before she hit the ground and place her down on the stage.
She gathers her breath and takes a sip of water before nodding her head. “What the Hell did you do?” She asks, taking deep breaths.
“I just did what I was told.” I reply.
“If that’s you doing what you’re told, then I’d hate to see what you do by yourself.” Joanne jokes, her hand on her chest.
“Yeah, well, I guess it’s only fair if I get to come too, right?” Her face sweats at the mention.
“I’m exhausted. You took it out of me, and I don’t think I can. Sorry,” Joanne told me. “But I can introduce you to some sexy women so you can empty those huge balls of yours.” Joanne flirts, her hand cupping my balls and massaging them, keeping me rock hard.
Without skipping a beat, she grabs my cock and pulls me through the crowd of this orgy. Dudes getting their dicks sucked, fucked, and tit-fucked while the women getting eaten, sucking, and fucking. There are a couple of women I think are at the top of the totem pole, but Joanna is skipping all of them in favour of this chick in the leopard-print one-piece.
Her blonde hair bouncing as some other dude is humping her against a wall, her mouth wide open as she is feeling so much pleasure. Joanne lets go of me and taps this guy on the shoulder as his hips slow down from pumping in and out of her.
“What?” he answers with venom. Joanne is taken aback by the attitude but locks back in and talks to him, trying to hook me up.
“You realise I’m not bi too, right?” I whispered to her. She swats me away for being cheeky and continues.
“So here’s the deal, this guy right here just made me come so hard I’m exhausted to continue and help him come–”
“So? I’m busy here,” the guy replies, his cock still buried in this blonde bombshell who’s also still plastered to the wall. My cock softens at the growing missed opportunity to have sex with this gorgeous blonde.
“I can see that; however. I think it would be beneficial for all 3 of you to swing together.”
“This is my girlfriend, and I’m only doing this for her. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with–”
“Hold on, babe, maybe this can be fun for both of us?” The bombshell interrupted. The guy flabbergasted as his shaggy brown hair flipped back to his girlfriend.
“Really?”
“Only if you’re okay with that, baby~” She puts on a voice, a voice that’s oddly familiar to me. The boyfriend thinks for a bit; he searches for an answer. Meanwhile, the blonde looks only at me, her big doe eyes telling me she’s hoping her boyfriend says yes.
“Fine. Sure whatever.” The boyfriend replies and lets this gorgeous young woman down.
Her slender legs touch the ground as her blonde, straight hair flips over her shoulder and out of her eyes. Her leopard-print one-piece hugged her frame like a second skin, her boobs perking up like the sun over the horizon. My cock goes from soft to semi-hard as my eyes gander down the small piece of clothing that barely covers anything as the bottom part that’s supposed to cover her pussy is open and unbuttoned showing off how wet she is. My mouth waters at the now growing opportunity to devour this girl.
“I see you’re not hard yet, so how about we fix that.” She says, walking up to me, swaying her slutty hips as she does so.
Seeing her plan come to fruition, Joanne goes to leave, but I can’t quite let her go without saying thank you. I grab her by the wrist once again and pull her towards me.
“Can I kiss you?” She smiles and nods her head.
“Yes, please,” she replies, and I pull her in and lock lips. Her purple lipstick no longer leaves smudges anywhere. As a small passion sets fire in both of us, it’s just such a shame I won’t be able to kiss her any longer.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, handsome,” she purred, her fingers lingering a moment too long on my hand, before she melted into the darkness.
Never to be seen again.
“Well, that was hot! Woo~” the blonde exclaims with a breathy tone, “Right, babe?” She asks her boyfriend, his possessive hands resting around her waist.
“Sure,” he replied.
“How about you two studs stand in front of me here~” she flirts as her hand leaves my chest and drags her boyfriend to stand next to me. It’s a tad awkward, but if it means I get to have sex with this girl, then awkward means nothing next to that tight pussy. “You can call me Alice, and this is West.” Alice said, her voice sultry and smooth as she knelt down in front of both of us.
For the first time, I noticed the guy’s cock size, and it’s average at best. I don’t wanna to brag, but mine is at least seven inches long. Meanwhile, this guy is working with three or four inches. However, he bagged this baddie; therefore, it has to be magic.
“Look at this, I’m spoilt for choice. Which cock do I go for first?” Alice drools, “I think our guest of honor should choose, right, babe?”
“Uh, but I’m your boyfriend.” West mentions.
“I know, I know. I just don’t want to be rude. He did get blue-balled after all.” Alice teases. “So who’s it gonna be? Does my boyfriend get his dick sucked first? Or do you want to have your way with me?”
God, when she says it like that, how can I say no? “You're mine,” I say, my voice getting a little deeper as I say so.
“Ooh, I like a man who takes charge. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Yep,” he spat, tightening his jaw.
Alice doesn’t hear the tone in his voice as she places kisses on the tip of my cock, slowly, tenderly, and sexily. Her lips are plump, yet soft. Making me shudder, it’s like she’s raising the goosebumps on my skin with some dick-sucking magic. Her mouth makes my palms sweat as she goes deeper on it, four of my seven inches now down her throat.
I can’t wait to explore her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, you’re good at that, Alice,” I moan, and she moans back, making the groan reverberate on my dick. “Oh, that felt good. Keep doing that,” I moan again. Through the mask, her gentle, doe eyes sparkled with pure delight, and I saw her happiness.
“Fuck, your cock is the biggest I’ve ever had. Sorry baby,” Alice moans, her hand jerking me off, trying to get all the drool on my cock so it’s easier to slide down her neck.
“Just keep jerking me off like that.” West moans, holding her head and stroking it lovingly. She leans into it and smiles.
“I love you, baby. Thank you for this.” She smiles and jumps back on my shaft.
Her hand gripping and jerking off her boyfriend as she moans and groans and slobbers on my dick. It’s hot. A slut performing her slutty duties as she should for wanting another man while she has a boyfriend.
Alice’s hand slips down from her boyfriend’s cock to her pussy, to fiddle with herself as she sucks my dick. I didn’t mean to make him a cuckold, and I feel bad as he watches his girl pleasure another man. And pleasure is one-hundred percent the word I’d use.
Her hand and her mouth worked my cock like an expert painter stroking their canvas to create an image picked out from a dream. Dreams. Alice’s mouth is a dream; she’s a straight-up natural at blowing dick and cucking her man.
My mind went blank as I felt electricity shoot up my spine, the current stroking my arms to the back of my neck; it makes me feel like a cat being picked up by its mother. My arms go limp in her hair as she groans on me again. That one felt like she was trying to rewrite my brain as she moaned on me.
To my left, her boyfriend got fed up and put a stop to the action.
“I’m not just gonna watch you suck his dick while I get nothing.”
“But baby–”
“–No. Now bend over that table,” He orders, then he looks at me. “You can get a blowjob, but that’s it. I’m the only one allowed inside my woman.” He commands. Hey who am I? A home wrecker? I comply with his demands and follow Alice over to the table.
“I love how jealous you’re acting baby. It’s so hot,” Alice moans as she sits on the table, planting her back against the surface and leaning her head off the edge. Ready for me to slide inside those plump and enticing lips.
“You are so good to me, aren’t you, baby?” With a possessive grip on my thigh, Alice pulls me forward and into her mouth, her lips not quite enclosing me but allowing me to touch the back of her throat. She groans around my cock as she feels the tip of West’s cock touch her folds and tease her; she pulls her hand back to play with her button, anticipating the moment her boyfriend slides inside her.
I bet I could do a better job than him. My cock is twice the size and just look at her, she’s gagging for me to fuck her. I think as my hands find her sizable boobs. It’s a shame they’re covered up by her tight one-piece otherwise I’d be pinching her nipples and squeezing them so hard right now.
Almost like she read my mind she tapped my thigh so she could stand up.
“What’s going on?” the boyfriend asks.
“I’m taking this off,”
“But I thought we agreed that–”
“–But it’s so hot I can’t breathe, besides–our guest of honor wants to play so why not?” This girl is going to get me in trouble with her boyfriend if she keeps on breaking boundaries, but if they’re in my benefit, I don’t care at the moment. Anything to get my mind off Rosie. This girl’s untamed spirit captivates me, making Rosie seem utterly irrelevant right now.
She plants herself back on that table and swallows me down her throat without a moments notice. I take no time in grabbing two handfuls of her breasts in my hands, I knead them and play with them as her throat pleasures me so well.
“I love your boobs Alice, so nice to play with.” I moan, to which she returns a moan as I pinch her left nipple. Her back arches off the table and to ‘reward’ me in some sense she cups my balls and fondles them trying to itch out my cum.
“Fuck your cock is so big!” Alice moans
West sees his chance to insert himself inside Alice and she groans in response, two of her holes being filled with cock; one being her boyfriends who she loves, and another a total stranger that she is craving. I wonder how I can fuck this girl?
So much for not being a home wrecker.
As her boyfriend thrusts inside her I look down at Alice who’s going to work on my cock and as I look at that slender neck I see my member moving up and down.
“I can see my dick leave an imprint on your throat baby fuck~” I moaned. Seeing this sight is so hot I can blow my load soon. There’s no way I come before getting to be inside this girl’s pussy; so I throw out a Hail Mary.
“Yo West!”
“What?”
“Think I can get a turn on that end?” His thrusting stops like he’d just crashed his car.
“What the fuck you say?” He barked. No harm in asking again.“Think we can switch?”
“Mmm baby?” Alice queries the same as me, “It’s up to you.”
He appeared hesitant, his thoughts racing as he realized Alice was being discrete at touching my penis, driven by her lust. He looks at his girl who I can only presume is giving puppy dog eyes at him which is what informs his decision.
“Fine. But no coming in her.”
“Thank you so much baby. You’re the best. I’ll have to reward you later.” She hugs him, and leaps into his arms. A smile creeps up my face as I realise at long last, I get to see how tight and wet that pussy is.
We switch places and instead of being on her back, Alice bent over the table so her ass was high in the air and her chest covered by the wooden surface.
Wasting no time and to avoid West taking back his allowance I thrusted inside her. Fireworks lit up my insides.
The warmth of her core heated me up inside, the feel of her folds are as tight as wood in a vice, and the juices that seeped onto my cock felt like her pussy was drooling on me.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped, my hips meeting hers with a thud.
“Ahh!” She shrieked. “You’re so deep!” Her nails carved letters into the wooden table. I left myself a moment to appreciate the gift of her tightness, in this moment West places his cock in Alice’s mouth. His cock pistoning in her mouth to try to compete with me for who can please Alice the most. Fine by me.
I dig my nails in her hips and pull out with an antagonistic slowness, I can feel her pussy grip my cock like it’s trying to pull me back in and as my head peaks out, I push back in to the hilt resulting in her moaning so much she releases his cock from her mouth.
I start to not care about a competition and start enjoying myself, I smack her ass, leaving handprints, which makes her tense up and get even wetter; if that’s even a thing.
“Oh yeah you like when I smack your ass slut?” I moan smacking her ass again. Her pussy tenses again and her hips back up into me, she meets my thrusts halfway and I can’t help but grin at how much of a greedy slut she is.
“Such a greedy slut.” I moan smacking her ass again trying to hit her g-spot and make her scream. I have to try everything in my power to make her come for the first time tonight, give her a memorable experience. My memory of Rosie’s pussy overwritten by the memory of Alice’s, she outranks Rosie in every way. This is what I needed, to use her pussy like a fleshlight to get me off while also getting her off.
“Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me like that! Fuck me with your huge cock! Use me like a whore!” Alice moans, taking the cock out of her mouth for a brief second. Enraptured in the moment, I grab her neck and bring her back, keeping my grip on her neck as her back rests on my torso, using her neck as handlebars as I rail her pussy.
Her moans muffling as her breath becomes ragged and erratic. Which then turn to grunts as her pussy trembles, her legs start to shake, and her hands have no idea what to do but grab hold of my hands and dig her nails in.
I lean into her ear as I’m railing her and whisper.
“Tell me when to stop baby.” She gives a grunt of approval and I keep going. “Look at your boyfriend, standing there whilst you get fucked like a whore. You’re a cheating whore, you know that?” She nods her head. “A cheating, cuckolding whore, who’s gonna come on a strangers cock more than you come on his.”
At that moment Alice breaks down and has a system reset. Her pussy clamps down as much as it can before chopping my cock off, her arms go limp along with her legs, and a shriek so loud it disturbs her boyfriend; leading him to walk away red in the face.
As she comes, I feel my release approaching.
“I hate to rush your climax darling, but I wanna come too. After all, you wanted me to come too right?”
“Baby, I want you to come so much,” she replies and flips over on the table. Her back placed on the wood as she stares me dead in the face. “Fuck me and come on my face.”
“My pleasure you slut.” I reply. I put my cock back inside her tight cavern and chase my climax.
“When you’re about to come, tell me and I’ll take my mask off. I want you to come all over my face.”
“Such a dirty whore. I love it,” I say and thrust into her harder and faster, I can feel the sensation creep up my spine. “Your pussy is so tight baby you’re gonna make me come.” I moan, her pussy tightening as I say it.
“You like it when I say you’re gonna milk my big cock baby?”
“Oh I love it I love it I love it! I wish we had more time so you could fill me up!” She moans as she inches closer to my mouth. “Kiss me, kiss me before you come!”
I pull her to my mouth as I hump away at her tight cavern, her lips not as plump as Joanne’s but still nice and hungry for me; not just my cock.
“Baby, I’m gonna come!” I moan, my orgasm wriggling close to my tip.
“Take my mask off and come please!” She asks, I jerk my cock until I burst and rip her mask off. My peak is so high my eyes force themselves shut as my load escapes and paints her face.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as I stop jerking the last bit of cum from my tip. Then I feel a pair of lips wrap around my cock to clean it up so I keep my eyes closed and stare at the ceiling because of how sensitive I am.
“Oh God baby you’re so goo–” My eyes pop out of my head. My body shuts down and I feel like my world is falling apart.
Her blonde straight her is familiar because I know it to be curly, her doe eyes I remember because I’ve seen them every day for 20 years, and her pussy was so tight because I have had it wrapped around my penis before.
Sat on the wooden table in front of me is the exact person I did this to get away from. Her doe eyes stare back up at me and look confused.
“Is there something wrong baby? Did I do something wrong?” She asks, her hand reaching for my face, “Let me see your face it’s only fair.”
I try to back away but she held my cock in her hand so I couldn’t get far. Her other hand removes my mask and despite the dim lights of the party don’t put the mask back on. Rosie sees my face like it’s clear as day and her doe eyes widen. Then she covers her mouth, but then her face recoils again. Her chin and cheeks still have my cum plastered on them, and some even got into her bright blonde hair.
“I have to go. I can’t be here.” Rosie cries and runs off with her leopard print one-piece in hand.
They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. But as it turns out I got under the someone I was trying to get over.
Lisa's eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the sight of Frederic, her boyfriend, dressed and ready for exercise. It's a rare occurrence, and she can't help but feel a mix of amusement and curiosity. "Frederic, are you sure you can keep up?" she asks, her voice laced with a playful challenge. "Yoga is hard, you know."
Frederic grins, his confidence evident as he flexes his muscles slightly. "I'm ready for it," he replies, his voice filled with determination. "I want to accompany you in every routine. I've been thinking about getting in shape, and what better way than to do it with you?"
Lisa raises an eyebrow, her surprise growing. "Well, this is a first," she murmurs, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She's wearing a tank top that barely contains her perky boobs, the fabric stretching taut across her chest, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage with each movement. Her shorts are equally revealing, hugging her curves and accentuating her thick, round ass. The K-pop idol known for her boldness is true to her name, even in private.
Frederic's gaze lingers on her body, his eyes filled with appreciation and desire. He always feels lucky to have met her and become her boyfriend. She's rich, beautiful, and sexy, and his vast fortune doesn't need to help her in any way. He's content just to be by her side, admiring her beauty and strength.
Just then, there's a knock at the door, and it swings open to reveal a man Lisa has never seen before. Her eyes widen as she takes in his physique—toned muscles, a chiseled jawline, and a confident smirk. He's wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, his body on full display. Lisa can't help but feel a flush of heat spread through her as she takes in the sight of him, her eyes tracing the defined lines of his abs and the bulge in his boxers.
"Hello, I'm your yoga instructor for today," the man says, his voice deep and smooth. "I'm here to guide you both through a couple's yoga session. I'm sure we'll have a great time."
Lisa's eyes meet Frederic's, and she can see the same mix of surprise and intrigue reflected in his gaze. "Well, this is unexpected," she murmurs, her voice a breathy whisper. "But I like it."
Frederic clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, we're ready," he says, his voice slightly strained. "Let's get started."
The instructor nods, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he guides them through the first set of poses. Lisa can feel the tension in the room, the air charged with anticipation and desire. She knows this is going to be an interesting session, and she can't wait to see where it leads, her body already responding to the promise of the day ahead.
Marvin's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of Lisa standing before him, her body a vision of sexiness and allure. His gaze roams over her, drinking in every curve and line. Her perky boobs strain against the fabric of her tank top, the hint of her nipples visible through the thin material. His eyes trace the toned lines of her abs, the way her muscles flex and shift with each breath. He can't help but admire the round, firm cheeks of her ass, perfectly accentuated by her shorts, and her long, shapely legs that seem to go on for miles.
The globally famous idol stands before him, her eyes equally appreciative as she takes in his physique. Marvin can feel the heat of her gaze, the way it lingers on his muscles, his abs, and the bulge in his boxers. His cock stirs, growing semi-hard at the sight of her, his body responding to her presence with a primal need.
"Marvin, I made some space in the living room for our workout," Frederic says, his voice slightly nervous but excited.
Marvin turns to him, a confident smile playing on his lips. "No problem," he replies, his voice smooth and deep. He steps between Lisa and Frederic, his hands reaching out to caress Lisa's ass, his fingers squeezing the firm flesh.
Lisa jumps slightly, a shocked gasp escaping her lips. But as Marvin's hands explore her curves, a sly smile forms on her lips, her eyes sparkling with a mix of surprise and intrigue. She doesn't pull away, instead leaning into his touch, her body responding to his caress with a shiver of anticipation.
Marvin's eyes meet hers, and he can see the hunger reflected in her gaze, the same hunger that courses through his veins. He knows this is going to be an intense session, one filled with more than just yoga poses. The air is charged with tension, the promise of pleasure and desire hanging heavy between them.
Marvin turns to Lisa and Frederic, his eyes gleaming with a mix of professionalism and underlying desire. "Before we begin, I need to know what form of poses you're interested in training," he says, his voice smooth and authoritative.
Frederic straightens up, a determined look on his face. "What are the different forms?" he asks, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
Marvin leans against the wall, his muscles flexing with the movement. "There are three main types: basic, medium, and hardcore," he explains, his eyes never leaving Lisa's body. "Basic is for beginners, medium is for those with some experience, and hardcore is for the advanced yogis."
Frederic's chest puffs up with pride. "We can do hardcore," he declares, trying to show off in front of Lisa and Marvin.
Lisa shakes her head slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She thinks to herself, "He's overestimating himself." This is going to be interesting."
Marvin nods, a wicked glint in his eye. "Alright then, let's start with some basic poses to warm up, and then we'll move on to the hardcore ones."
He guides them through a series of poses, his eyes admiring Lisa's perfect form. She moves with a grace and flexibility that leaves him in awe, her body bending and twisting with ease. He can't help but steal glances at her nipples, visible through the thin fabric of her tank top as she stretches, and the round cheeks of her ass, perfectly framed by her shorts as she moves into different positions.
Frederic, on the other hand, struggles to keep up. His poses are awkward, his body straining with the effort. Marvin can see the discomfort in his eyes, the way his muscles tremble with the strain. He tries to hide his amusement, knowing that Frederic is pushing himself too hard, too fast.
As they move through the poses, Marvin takes every opportunity to admire Lisa's body, his eyes lingering on her curves and the way her skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat. He can feel his cock harden again; he is driven wild with desire by the sight of her. The session is turning out to be more entertaining and arousing than he had anticipated.
Frederic collapses onto the sofa, his body slick with sweat and his breath coming in ragged gasps. He lies there, panting, his muscles aching from the exertion. Lisa, on the other hand, shows no signs of fatigue. Her breathing is steady, her body only slightly flushed from the workout. She looks down at her boyfriend, a mix of amusement and disappointment in her eyes, and shakes her head slightly.
Marvin approaches Lisa, his hand outstretched to help her up. As she takes his hand, her fingers teasing his palm with a gentle touch, a smile plays on her lips. The movement causes her tank top to shift, giving Marvin a clear view of her perky boobs and the hard nipples straining against the fabric. He can't help but admire the sight, his cock stirring in response.
"Frederic's chakras are weak," Marvin says, his voice low and confident. "That's why he's struggling so much."
Lisa raises an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "What are chakras?" she asks, her voice a breathy whisper.
Marvin steps closer, his body almost brushing against hers. "Chakras are the points in the body that govern stamina, energy, and overall well-being," he explains, his eyes locked on hers. "They're crucial for maintaining balance and performance, especially during intense activities."
Lisa nods, understanding dawning in her eyes. "And you're saying Frederic's sexual stamina is also affected by this?" she asks, her voice laced with a mix of concern and disappointment.
Marvin nods, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Yes, that's correct. Weak chakras can lead to low energy and poor performance in all areas of life, including the bedroom."
Lisa shakes her head, a sigh escaping her lips. "I see," she murmurs, her eyes filled with a mix of realization and frustration. "That explains a lot."
Marvin places a comforting hand on her shoulder, his touch gentle yet firm. "Don't worry, Lisa. I can help him strengthen his chakras and improve his overall performance. It just takes some focused work and the right techniques."
Lisa looks up at him, her eyes searching his face for sincerity. She sees it there, reflected in his gaze, and a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "I hope so, Marvin. I do. Because Frederic needs all the help he can get."
Marvin's smile widens, and he gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Trust me, Lisa. I've got this. And I promise, by the end of our sessions, Frederic will be a new man. In every way possible."
Marvin leans in closer, his voice low and seductive. "For the next stages, you'll need a partner, someone who can keep up with the intensity and help guide you through the more advanced poses," he explains, his eyes never leaving Lisa's.
Lisa's smile is playful and inviting as she replies, "Well, it seems like Frederic can't do it. But you, Marvin, can help me with the remaining poses, right?"
Marvin's response is a slow, confident nod. "Absolutely. I'd be more than happy to assist you, Lisa. Let's start by warming up. Jumping is a great way to loosen up your body and get your blood flowing."
Lisa begins to jump, her body moving with a grace and energy that is both impressive and incredibly arousing. Marvin's eyes are fixed on her bouncing boobs, the way they move freely under her tank top, the hint of her nipples visible with each jump. He can't help but admire the sight, his cock hardening with each bounce.
Lisa notices his stare, and a mischievous glint enters her eyes. She lowers her jumps slightly, giving him an even better view of her breasts, the fabric of her tank top stretching taut across her chest. Marvin's breath hitches, his body responding to the tease, his hands itching to touch her.
As if sensing his desire, Marvin's hands find their way to Lisa's spine, his fingers tracing the line of her back with a gentle yet firm touch. She trembles under his caress, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hands explore her body. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Meanwhile, Frederic lies on the sofa, his eyes closed, his breathing deep and even. He's slowly drifting off into a nap, oblivious to the seductive dance unfolding between Lisa and Marvin. Lisa's focus is entirely on Marvin, her body responding to his touch with a hunger that matches his own.
Marvin's hands continue to explore, his touch becoming bolder, more possessive. He can feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her skin responds to his touch, and he knows she's as turned on as he is. The room is charged with tension, the air thick with anticipation and desire.
Marvin's voice is low and commanding as he tells Lisa, "It's time to go harder on you, Lisa. Are you ready for that?"
Lisa's smile is teasing, her eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and desire. "I can handle you, Marvin. Go ahead, give me your best shot," she replies, her voice a sultry purr.
Marvin grabs hold of her legs, his strong hands wrapping around her thighs as he stretches them back towards her head. Lisa's body is incredibly flexible, and she bends with ease, her back arching and her breasts pushing against the fabric of her tank top. The outline of her pussy lips is clearly visible through her shorts, the thin material doing little to hide her arousal.
Marvin's face is close to her, his breath hot against her skin as he stretches her. "Feel it, Lisa," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Feel how your body responds to me."
Lisa's thoughts race, her mind filled with the sensation of her shorts stretching and teasing her pussy, making it wetter with each movement. She can feel the fabric rubbing against her sensitive folds, the friction sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her shorts are so tight that they caress her pussy with each stretch, the wet patch forming as her arousal grows.
Marvin can feel his cock hardening under his boxers, the sight and feel of Lisa's body driving him wild with desire. He moves above her head, giving her a clear view of his boxers from below. The bulge in his boxers is prominent, a testament to his arousal and need.
He spreads her legs wider, his hands firm and commanding as he stretches her even more. Lisa moans loudly, the sound filled with pleasure and pain as her pussy is stretched and her tight shorts caress her sensitive flesh. The wet patch on her shorts grows larger, a clear sign of her arousal and need.
Marvin's eyes are locked on her, taking in every detail, every reaction. He can see the way her body responds, the way her breath hitches, and her moans grow louder with each stretch. He knows he's pushing her to her limits, and he loves every second of it. The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the air charged with tension and desire as they explore the depths of their passion together.
Marvin glances over at Frederic, who is still soundly asleep on the sofa, oblivious to the intense scene unfolding just a few feet away. His gaze then shifts back to Lisa, her body stretched and exposed, her moans filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. The sight of her, so vulnerable and aroused, sends a surge of desire through him, and he can feel his cock throbbing, straining against the confines of his boxers.
He kneels, his movements deliberate and slow, his eyes never leaving Lisa's. As he shifts his position, his cock slips down through the gap in his boxers, now fully exposed and hanging heavy between his legs. The sight is both intimidating and incredibly arousing, a clear display of his arousal and need.
Lisa looks up, her eyes widening as she takes in the sight of his cock. "He's hung like a horse," she thinks to herself, her mind racing with a mix of surprise and desire. "Does yoga make his cock bigger too?" The question flits through her mind, a playful tease amidst the intensity of the moment.
Lisa admired his cock, a smug smile playing on his lips as she took in its thickness and length. He knows he's well-endowed, and the way Lisa's eyes widen and her breath hitches only serves to fuel his ego and his arousal.
Lisa's pussy leaks more, her arousal dripping down her thighs, soaking her shorts even further. She can see the precum oozing from the tip of Marvin's cock, the clear, glistening liquid a testament to his desire. If it dripped, it would fall on her face, marking her with his essence, and the thought sends a shiver of anticipation through her body.
The room is charged with tension, the air thick with the scent of their arousal and the promise of pleasure. Marvin's cock hangs heavy, a potent symbol of his need and dominance, and Lisa's body responds instinctively, her hips bucking and her moans growing louder with each passing second. The scene is one of raw, unbridled desire, a dance of power and pleasure that leaves them both breathless and begging for more.
Marvin moves closer, his cock now inches from Lisa's mouth and nose. The sight and smell of him are overwhelming, and Lisa gulps, her thoughts racing. "Fuck, it's so close," she thinks to herself, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desire. "And it makes it even bigger. I can smell it." The musky, masculine scent fills her nostrils, sending a wave of arousal through her body.
Marvin's voice is low and commanding as he tells Lisa, "Submit to it, Lisa. Let go and give in to the routine."
Lisa's eyes flash with shock, and she pulls back slightly, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What?" she asks, her voice a breathy whisper.
Marvin's smile is wicked, and he chuckles softly. "I'm talking about the routine, Lisa. You need to submit to the poses, to the stretches. Let your body guide you, and trust in the process."
With that, Marvin steps back, his hands once again finding their way to Lisa's legs. He stretches them back towards her head, this time pushing them even further, her knees now placed near her ears. The position is intense, her body completely exposed and vulnerable. The wet patch on her shorts is now fully visible, a clear sign of her arousal and need.
Marvin brings his face closer to her camel toe, his hot breath fanning against her sensitive flesh. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of her, the musky, intoxicating aroma that is uniquely hers. Lisa's body shivers at the sensation, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as his breath teases her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts.
A moan escapes her lips, a sound filled with pleasure and need, as she feels his hot breath against her most intimate place. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body, her hips bucking slightly in response. Marvin's eyes are locked on her, taking in every reaction, every shiver, every moan, as he continues to tease and torment her with his breath and his presence.
Marvin's hands are firm and commanding as he uses them to lift Lisa's hips, positioning her body for his pleasure and hers. He places his hard, throbbing cock against her pussy, the sensation of his length and thickness sending shivers of anticipation through her. Lisa responds instinctively, her hips beginning to move, rubbing her pussy against his cock with a desperate need.
The position is awkward and intense, her legs stretched back towards her head, her body completely exposed and vulnerable. Yet, the sensation of his cock against her, the way it teases and torments her sensitive flesh, is overwhelmingly pleasurable. Lisa feels like she's riding his cock, her body moving in a rhythmic, grinding motion, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each pass.
She glances over at Frederic, her boyfriend, who is snoring softly on the sofa, oblivious to the intense scene unfolding just a few feet away. The sight of him, so peaceful and unaware, only serves to heighten Lisa's arousal, a thrill of forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins.
Lisa's body is on fire, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She can feel every inch of Marvin's cock, the way it rubs against her clit, the way it teases her entrance, promising more with each movement. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and need, her body responding to his touch with a hunger that matches his own.
Marvin's hands grip her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guides her movements, encouraging her to take more, to give in to the pleasure. He can feel her body trembling, her muscles coiling tight as she chases her orgasm, her pussy leaking and coating his cock with her arousal.
The room is charged with tension, the air thick with the scent of their desire and the promise of release. Lisa's eyes are locked on Marvin's, her gaze filled with a mix of challenge and submission, as she continues to grind against him, her body begging for more, for everything he has to offer. And as Frederic snores softly in the background, Lisa and Marvin lose themselves in the intensity of their passion, their bodies moving in perfect sync, ready to explore the depths of their desire.
Marvin moves in front of Lisa, his body positioning itself for her to stretch towards him. She is on her fours, her back arched and her head stretching towards his cock with each movement. With every stretch, her mouth comes closer and closer to his cock, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.
Marvin can feel his cock responding, slowly hardening with each pass of her mouth, each teasing breath. He moves slightly, his hips shifting to give her better access, his body tensing with anticipation. Lisa's eyes are wide, her gaze locked on his cock as it grows and hardens, her face a picture of shock and awe as she takes in its full glory.
Finally, as she stretches forward once more, Lisa doesn't hesitate. Her mouth opens, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, taking it into her warm, wet depths. The sensation is electric, sending waves of pleasure through Marvin's body, his hips bucking slightly in response.
Lisa's tongue swirls around the sensitive tip, tasting him, exploring him, her mouth creating a perfect, tight seal around his shaft. She takes him deeper, her head bobbing as she sucks and licks, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to drive him wild with desire.
Marvin's hands find their way to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guides her movements, encouraging her to take more, to give in to the pleasure. He can feel her mouth, her tongue, her lips, all working in perfect harmony to pleasure him, to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet, sucking noises of her mouth on his cock, and the soft moans and groans that escape their lips. Lisa's body is on fire, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she continues to pleasure him, her own arousal growing with each movement, each taste, each touch.
Lisa glances over at Frederic, her boyfriend, who is still snoring softly on the sofa, oblivious to the intense scene unfolding just a few feet away. She turns back to Marvin, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and caution. "We should be quiet," she whispers, her voice a breathy plea.
Marvin's response is a low growl, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck Frederic," he mutters, his hands reaching for the hem of her top. With a swift, confident movement, he pulls it up and over her head, exposing her perky boobs to the cool air of the room. Her nipples are hard, the pink buds begging for his touch, and Marvin's cock hardens even more at the sight.
He leans down, his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Lisa gasps, her back arching as she offers herself to him, her body responding to his touch with a hunger that matches his own.
Marvin positions his cock between her breasts, the soft, warm flesh enveloping him, cushioning him in a way that is both intimate and incredibly arousing. Lisa, too turned on to resist, helps him by grabbing her boobs, pressing them together to create a tighter, more intense sensation around his shaft.
Marvin groans, the sound low and guttural, as he feels the softness of her tits, the way they mould around his cock, the way her hands guide and tease him. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through his body, his hips beginning to move, his cock sliding between her breasts with a rhythm that is both intense and incredibly erotic.
Lisa's face is filled with pleasure, her eyes locked on Marvin's, her mouth slightly open as she pants and moans, her body responding to the intensity of the moment. Marvin's thoughts race, his mind filled with the image of her face, the way her eyes sparkle with desire, the way her lips part with each gasp and moan. "Fuck, her face is so fuckable," he thinks to himself, his desire for her growing with each passing second, his body aching to take her, to claim her, to make her his in every way possible.
Marvin pulls Lisa up, his hands firm and commanding as he strips her down, leaving her completely nude and vulnerable before him. He guides her to squat above him, her legs spread wide, offering him an unobstructed view of her dripping pussy. With a wicked smile, he leans in, his tongue darting out to tease and taste her sensitive flesh.
Lisa moans, the sound filled with pleasure and need, as Marvin's tongue explores her folds, licking and sucking with a skill and intensity that leaves her breathless. "I wanted this so bad," she gasps, her voice a breathy whisper, her hips bucking against his face as she gives in to the sensation.
Marvin's tongue goes deeper, his movements deliberate and focused, as if he's performing yoga with his tongue inside her pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through Lisa's body, her muscles coiling tight as she chases her orgasm.
Her moans grow louder and more desperate, the sound filling the room, drowning out the soft snores of Frederic, who is still oblivious to the intense scene unfolding just a few feet away. Lisa doesn't care; her body is too far gone in pleasure to worry about anything but the sensation of Marvin's tongue inside her.
She uses her hands to cup her breasts, her fingers teasing and pinching her nipples, adding to the intensity of the moment. Her body shivers and trembles, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she loses herself in the pleasure.
Marvin's hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he holds her in place, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on her pussy. He can feel her body responding, her muscles coiling and uncoiling, her wetness coating his tongue and chin as he eats her out with a hunger that matches her own.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet, sucking noises of his mouth on her pussy, the soft moans and gasps that escape their lips. Lisa's body is on fire, her mind consumed by the intensity of the sensation, her hips moving in perfect sync with Marvin's tongue, her body begging for more, for everything he has to offer. And as she rides the waves of pleasure, her orgasm building with each lick and suck, she knows she's on the edge of something incredible, something that will leave her breathless and begging for more.
Marvin pulls back slightly, his breath ragged and his eyes dark with desire. "Lisa, I want to be inside you," he growls, his voice low and commanding.
Lisa glances over at Frederic, her boyfriend, who is still snoring softly on the sofa. She turns back to Marvin, her voice a breathy whisper. "We should be quiet," she pleads, her eyes wide with a mix of desire and caution.
Marvin chuckles, a sarcastic edge to his voice. "Yeah, we really will be quiet," he mutters, his mind filled with the image of Lisa screaming his name, her body writhing with pleasure as he takes her from behind. "Trust me, you won't be able to keep quiet for long."
With a firm grip on her hips, Marvin positions Lisa so that she is bent over Frederic, her ass in the air and her sweat-dripping body on full display. Lisa tries to resist, her body tensing as she anticipates the invasion, but Marvin's cock is relentless, pushing into her with a force that leaves her breathless.
As his cock enters her, Lisa throws her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips, her body responding instantly to the sensation. "Marvin", she cries out, his name a plea and a promise, her voice filled with pleasure and need.
Marvin groans, the sound low and guttural, as he feels her pussy envelop him, her tight, wet flesh gripping his cock with an intensity that leaves him lightheaded. "Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he growls, his hips beginning to move, his cock slowly inching further and further inside her.
Lisa covers her mouth, trying to stifle her moans, but the sensation is too intense, too overwhelming. Her body shivers and She trembles, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she gives in to the pleasure.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet, slapping noises of his cock entering her, and the soft moans and gasps that escape her lips, even as she tries to keep quiet. Marvin's hands grip her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guides her movements, encouraging her to take more, to give in to the pleasure.
Lisa's body is on fire, her mind consumed by the intensity of the sensation, her hips moving in perfect sync with Marvin's thrusts, her body begging for more, for everything he has to offer. And as she rides the waves of pleasure, her orgasm building with each thrust, each touch, each moan, she knows she's on the edge of something incredible, something that will leave her breathless and begging for more, her body and her soul completely claimed by Marvin's passion and desire.
Marvin pulls Lisa up, his strong arms lifting her effortlessly as he positions her on his lap, his cock entering her with a force that leaves her breathless. He begins to thrust, his movements intense and relentless, his body driving into hers with a passion that matches her own.
Lisa uses her hands to lift her legs, her body arching as she offers herself to him, her pussy taking him deeper, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. She knows that his thick, long cock will push her to the edge, and she decides that the best way to keep from waking Frederic is to moan into Marvin's mouth.
She leans in, her lips capturing his in a passionate, hungry kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as she gives in to the pleasure. Marvin's hands are everywhere, his touch firm and commanding, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guides her movements, encouraging her to take more, to give in to the intensity of the moment.
Lisa's body is on fire, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rides the waves of pleasure, her third orgasm hitting her with a force that leaves her trembling and moaning loudly into Marvin's mouth. Her pussy milks his cock, her muscles coiling and uncoiling around his shaft, but still, he doesn't cum, his body seemingly unstoppable, his desire for her endless.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet, slapping noises of their bodies coming together, and the soft moans and gasps that escape their lips, even as they try to keep quiet. Marvin's hands grip her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guides her movements, encouraging her to take more, to give in to the pleasure.
Finally, Marvin makes her lie on her side, his body positioning itself behind hers as he lifts her legs with one hand, his other hand going under her body to grab her boobs, his fingers teasing and pinching her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
He leans in, his lips capturing hers in a passionate, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth as he continues to pound into her, his cock driving her to the edge of ecstasy. Lisa's body responds weakly, her movements slow and deliberate as she gives in to the sensation, her mind consumed by the intensity of the moment, her body rocked by orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last.
"This is the best fuck of my life," she whispers into his mouth, her voice a breathy, desperate plea. "I'm in love with your cock, Marvin. It makes me moan like this and makes me cum like this. Fuck, I can't get enough of you."
Marvin groans, the sound low and guttural, as he feels her body responding to his, her muscles coiling and uncoiling around his cock, her wetness coating him, her pleasure fueling his own. And as he continues to pound into her, his body driving them both to the edge of ecstasy, he knows that this is just the beginning, that there is so much more to explore, so much more pleasure to be had, and he's determined to give it to her, to make her his in every way possible.
Marvin's hand comes down on Lisa's ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shivers down her spine. He fucks her roughly, his hips slamming against hers, his cock driving into her with a force that leaves her breathless and begging for more.
Their tongues battle each other, a passionate, hungry dance as they explore each other's mouths, their breaths mingling, their moans and gasps filling the air. Lisa's body is on fire, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her muscles coiling and uncoiling with each thrust, each touch, each kiss.
"Marvin, I can't take it anymore," she whispers, her voice a breathy, desperate plea. "Please, cum. I need to feel you cum inside me. Fill me up, make me overflow."
Marvin groans, the sound low and guttural, as he feels her body responding to his, her muscles gripping his cock with an intensity that leaves him lightheaded. He pounds into her harder, his hips moving with a relentless, urgent rhythm, his body driving them both to the edge of ecstasy.
Lisa screams, her voice a wild, desperate cry as she feels Marvin's body shudder, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her as he unloads, load after load of hot, sticky cum shooting into her, overflowing from her pussy, coating her thighs and his cock.
Her eyes are half-closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels the heat of his cum, the way it fills her, marks her, and claims her as his. She swears and moans, his name a plea and a promise on her lips, her body trembling and convulsing with the intensity of the sensation, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that leaves her breathless and spent.
The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the wet, slapping noises of their bodies coming together, the soft moans and gasps that escape their lips, and the wild, desperate cries of release. And as they ride out the waves of their pleasure, their bodies trembling and shaking, their minds consumed by the intensity of the moment
After some time
Frederic stirs, his eyes fluttering open as he takes in the scene before him. Lisa is lying on the sofa, her body sprawled out in a state of exhausted bliss, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. He rubs his eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of his nap, and turns to her with a curious look.
"Hey, babe," he says, his voice still groggy from sleep. "How was the workout? You look like you've been through the wringer."
Lisa turns to him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling with a mix of exhaustion and pleasure. "Oh, it was intense," she replies, her voice a breathy whisper. "Marvin went home. I'm just so tired from the workout. My whole body is a mess from it. I'm in pain, especially in my waist."
Frederic nods, a smug look on his face. "Well, that's a good sign, right? Means it was a good workout."
Lisa's smile widens, and she nods eagerly. "Definitely. And you know what? You should talk to my company about hiring him as my trainer for performances. He knows how to go harder on me, and his exercises are very impactful on my body."
Frederic's eyes light up at the suggestion, and he leans in closer, his voice filled with excitement. "Really? You think so? That's great, Lisa. I'll bring it up with them. Marvin seems like he really knows his stuff."
Lisa nods, her eyes never leaving his, her voice filled with conviction. "Oh, he does. Trust me, Frederic. He knows exactly what he's doing. And I need someone who can push me to my limits, someone who can make me perform at my best. Marvin is that person."
Frederic grins, a look of pride and satisfaction on his face. "Alright, babe. I'll make it happen. You deserve the best, and if Marvin is the one who can bring out your best, then that's who we'll go with."
Lisa reaches out, her hand resting on his, her touch gentle and appreciative. "Thank you, Frederic. I know I can count on you. And I promise, with Marvin's help, I'll be unstoppable on that stage."
And as they share a moment of understanding and support, Lisa can't help but think of the intense, passionate session she just had with Marvin, her body still tingling with the memories, her mind already anticipating the next time they can explore the depths of their desire together.
It was so crowded tonight that it was almost impossible to breathe, let alone move. Since word spread that all four Blackpink members were going, it appeared that half the industry was keen on attending. Unfortunately for you, this made it nearly impossible to track down Jennie's whereabouts. You were on the verge of giving up when you felt someone's arms around you from behind.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
That accent was one you’d never have an issue recognizing. “Rosie!” you smiled, turning around to face her. “Where’s Jennie?”
“I thought she was with you!” she shouted over the blaring music. “Come with me, I can’t hear shit here!”
With that, you took her hand and followed her to a booth on the side. Without hesitation, the occupants stood up to offer their seats which you and Rosé accepted. “Stay,” Rosé instructed one of the men who was sitting on the side before she turned to face you. “So just to be clear, no blowjob from Jennie yet?” Rosé asked bluntly, making the guy sitting on the far side of the booth perk up.
“No, I was looking for where you two went.”
“Perfect, me first,” Rosé pushed you back against the cushions and began tying up her hair. She pulled out her phone and tossed it to the guy sitting in your booth. “Put your number in there, you’re my witness in case I need it,” she told him before turning her attention back to you and bending over your lap.
“Rosie what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” she laughed as she unbuckled your belt. “Do me a favor and pull the curtain, I don’t do free shows.”
“We could go somewhere more private,” you suggested as blood began flowing between your legs. “Don’t each of you have your own rooms this time?”
“Nah, this is fine, there’s enough cover with the curtain up,” she shot down the suggestion as she freed your cock from your pants. “Plus I need my friend here to witness this just in case.”
The man waved at you with an awkward smile.
“Hey,” you nodded back at him as you got comfortable with Rosé’s hand around your shaft. “What the hell are you talking about Rosie?”
“Just a stupid game that you don’t have to worry about,” Rosé dismissed your question while stroking your cock to life before turning to the man. “Scoot over, you should also get to enjoy this.”
“Oh okay,” he stammered, sliding over in the booth so that he was sitting next to Rosé before placing her phone on the table. “What should I do?”
“Can you take your dick out for me?” Rosé asked innocently, her voice sweet as sugar, as if she was making a completely normal request. She watched the man fumble with his pants before lowering them and freeing his cock. “Is it okay if I touch you?”
“Y-Yes, absolutely!” the man gasped as Rosé wasted no time and grabbed his shaft.
“Just give me a warning when you’re about to finish, that’s all I ask,” Rosé whispered as her fingers toyed at the man’s cock. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, of course,” he moaned as Rosé began gently stroking him.
“Good boy,” she smirked before turning to you again. “And as for you, no warning. Surprise me, hold my dirty mouth down on your cock and cum all over my tongue,” she moaned before letting a glob of her spit fall from her lips onto your tip.
“Whatever your heart desires Rosie,” you sighed as her mouth finally made contact with your cock. “Fuck that’s nice.”
“Mmmhmmm,” Rosé gagged as she worked your cock with her lips.
She bobbed her head up and down your cock a few times, making sure to thoroughly coat your shaft with her saliva, before pausing with her mouth held firmly on your tip. Then, she started stroking your shaft with her hand, gripping firmly and twisting her fingers slightly with each stroke.
“Fuck Rosie, yes,” you moaned, placing your hand on the back of her head and closing your eyes.
Your moans were her motivation and she squeezed just a bit harder with her fingers while using her mouth to suck on your tip. Her tongue began flicking at your frenulum, working its way to the head and swirling around it. Your cock was throbbing inside the warmth of Rosé’s mouth, ready to explode already.
Just not yet, you couldn’t do that to her. You shut your eyes tighter, mentally blocking out the blaring music, ignoring the sound of Rosé jerking off another man next to you, you let Rosé’s wet and warm mouth become the only sensation in your world. Then, right when she started pushing her lips further down your shaft, you felt this overwhelming urge to go deeper.
With that, Rosé began gagging on your cock as you pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her nose all the way down against your crotch. With your cock fully embedded in her neck, you started pumping your hips upwards. You opened your eyes to see Rosé’s body was fully tensed, a sight to behold truly.
The hand she once had on your cock was now placed firmly on your thigh, pressing into your skin, while her other hand was no longer stroking her guest, instead it was tightly holding onto the table, her knuckles burning white. At this point you weren’t entirely sure how Rosé was holding up, but she made no efforts to back away.
So with that, you went all out. Bringing your other hand to Rosé’s head as well, you started grunting involuntarily as you pushed your cock as hard and fast into her mouth as you could. You went on for two minutes straight, not stopping at all, giving her no break, until you felt you were about to finish. Two minutes of pure heaven, two minutes of face fucking Rosé’s mouth, that’s all you could manage.
As per her request, right when you felt your cock ready to blow, you pressed Rosé’s head as far down as you could. She was a good sport about it, desperately trying to jab at your tip with her tongue right until you began unloading, painting the inside of her mouth. You didn’t ease up until you felt the last of your cum enter her mouth, at which point you finally let go of her head.
Rosé immediately started coughing, spitting some of your cum out into her hand. “There’s so much,” she croaked, looking up at you with her eyes watery. Then, before you could say anything, she scooped it all back into her mouth, shutting her eyes before swallowing.
“You’re so fucking hot,” you moaned as she started wiping her eyes dry.
“Thank you,” she smirked before picking up her phone. “Fucks sake, you completely ruined my makeup already.”
“My bad,” you chuckled as you pulled your pants back up. “Guess I got excited. You still look beautiful though.”
“Yeah no shit? My throat is burning,” Rosé whined as she tried to wipe her smudged mascara off. “But thank you again, just do me one more favor.”
“Anything for you after that.”
“If you find Jennie, send her up to my room.”
“Sure,” you agreed. “Is everything alright?”
“Fucking perfect,” Rosé put down her phone and turned to you with the brightest smile imaginable. “We had a little bet over you, and I just won.”
“A bet? I feel used,” you feigned annoyance. “How could you do such a thing?”
“You feel used? Excuse me?” Rosé burst out laughing. “What about my poor throat?”
“You have a point,” you laughed before inhaling sharply as Rosé bent over and gave your sensitive tip a few final licks, sucking on any remaining cum. “Fucking hell, someone’s horny tonight. I’ll be seeing more of you later, I hope?”
“You have no idea how badly I’ve needed this night, and you also know where my room is, I’ll be up there for a bit with my new friend. You’re of course welcome to join me whenever you fancy,” Rosé leaned forward and kissed your cheek before standing up and holding her hand out for the man. “Come.”
The two of them left for the elevators, the man barely being able to hide his excitement as he skipped alongside Rosé, leaving you alone and looking for Jennie. It was a pleasant surprise when you found her within minutes despite how packed the club was tonight - you just had to follow the biggest crowd.
There she was, on her knees wearing nothing but some skimpy panties in the middle of a circle of men, shoving her pussy against some guy’s face while half the crowd jerked off. As soon as she saw you, her face lit up and she ran over towards you, ignoring the whines of the men who just lost their entertainment.
“I found you!” she slurred as she jumped onto you, pressing her bare tits against your face.
“You did, good job,” you grabbed Jennie by her ass, holding her up. “Where’s the rest of your clothes?”
“I don’t know!” she replied cheerily, smiling at you as she leaned back. “Do you like my tits?”
She was drunk as hell, you thought to yourself as you carefully lowered her. “Yeah, they’re lovely,” you smiled back, giving them a quick squeeze before looking around for her clothes. “Oh,” you flinched as Jennie shoved a glass into your hand, spilling half of the contents onto your shirt.
“Drink with me!” she held her own glass up happily.
“Alright, but we’re taking a break after this one,” you replied, clinking your glass against hers and downing the half of the shot that didn’t make it onto your shirt. “Now give me that and come with me,” you took her glass from her and grabbed her hand, guiding her away from the crowd.
“One more drink,” she giggled, clearly enjoying herself a bit too much.
“We will, but first let’s find somewhere quieter, okay?” you bargained with her, pulling her hand.
“Why? I’m having fun!” she swatted away your hand playfully.
“We’ll have more fun still, but I need you to come with me first,” you urged her, wrapping your arm around her waist to stop her from falling.
She pouted her lips, forming a cute little frown as she looked up at you. “But everyones being so nice,” she whined.
“Yeah, because you have your fucking tits out Jennie, now come on,” you started to lose patience.
With a reluctant sigh, she leaned into you and latched onto your arm. “Fine, as long as you promise to fuck my ass.”
“Yeah, right, whatever you say.”
She let go of your arm and stopped moving. “I’m serious,” she glared at you, crossing her arms. “Tell me you’ll fuck my ass.”
“Okay fine, yes Jennie I will fuck your ass,” you sighed. “Now can we go?”
“Do you mean it?” she stared at you with doughy eyes, flipping back and forth between anger and plead.
“I do,” you reassured her as you took off your coat and wrapped it around her before taking her hand in yours again. “Now come on.”
“Why do you have to be so responsible,” Jennie mumbled as she followed you down some hallways into a private room.
“Because one of us has to be,” you chuckled, closing the door behind her and locking it. “And because I care about you,” you added as you walked over to a mirror in the room and took off your vest, taking a look at the state of your shirt.
“Did I do that?” Jennie cried as she noticed your shirt. “Let me fix it.”
“It’s fine Jennie, it’s just a shirt,” you tried to stop her but she was having none of it.
“Stop it!” she whined, wrestling your shirt off.
Once she got it off you - which you only allowed because she was about to tear it - she tossed it aside and pressed her mouth against your skin, sucking on your chest. Her lips were warm and soft, roaming your body freely.
“Jennie,” you tried getting her attention but she was on a mission to rub her tongue over every square inch of your body at this point.
“Oh yeah, I gotta do this before Rosie,” she slurred her words as she dropped down to her knees. “I need you to cum in my mouth.”
“Rosie already got you beat there,” you informed her, but she didn’t care at all, ignoring you while yanking down your pants. “Jennie, how about you just rest for a bit, we’ll do this later.”
“No,” she slurred, face full of determination as she lowered your underwear as well, her gaze fixed on your cock. “Let me make it up to you for ruining your shirt.”
“You seriously do not have to do anything right now, really.”
“Why aren’t you hard?” she pouted as she looked up at you. “Do you hate me?”
“What? No, of course not,” you groaned, accepting the fact that Jennie was going to be difficult until you gave her what she wanted. “Alright, come here,” you stepped out of your pants and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge and motioning for Jennie to take her place between your legs as you stroked yourself slowly.
She smiled brightly before crawling across the room and planting her mouth firmly on your cock. It felt nice, there was no denying that, but you could tell she was struggling. She sucked on your cock for a couple of minutes in silence, moving slowly, breathing deeply against your skin, failing to keep a tight seal with her lips. Then suddenly she stopped - she leaned back and bent over, taking deep breaths.
“Jennie? You good?” you gently rubbed her back, leaning down to take a look at her.
“Yeah I’m…” she paused to take off the coat you wrapped around her earlier, struggling until you helped her. Once it fell to the floor, you could see she was sweating, and her face lacked energy. “...I’m good.”
“Come here,” you picked her up from her armpits and sat her down on the bed next to you. “Sit tight for just a second, I’ll be right back.”
She nodded, confirming at least she was conscious, but she was really not in great shape. You quickly walked across the room and filled a glass of water, bringing it back to her. “Drink,” you held the glass up to her lips for her as she took a few small sips. “Do you feel nauseous?”
“No,” she mumbled before pushing your hand away and bending over your lap again.
“Whoa there Jennie, not yet,” you picked her back up, scared she was about to throw up. “You need to rest for a bit.”
“I’m fine, please I need to suck your cock,” she whined, trying to fight your grip. “Or else Rosie will win.”
“Jennie, babe, Rosie already won,” you informed her gently. “Finish drinking this.”
She looked so incredibly distraught as she accepted the glass, chugging the water in one go before handing it back to you. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and you could see a flicker of sadness in her eyes. “I really want you to fuck my ass,” she murmured, still looking down, a hint of vulnerability in her voice. “It feels so good.”
“We’ll get to that, I promise,” you reassured her, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “But first I need to make sure you’re fine, and you need to rest.”
Jennie slid off the bed and onto her knees, turning around and bending over the side of the bed, her eyes glistening with a mix of frustration and pleading. “I don’t want to rest,” she insisted firmly, looking up at you. “Please, just fuck my ass, I promise I’m fine. It’s all I can think about.”
“Jennie…”
“Just for a bit? Please?” she whined, shaking her ass side to side as she begged you with her eyes, her voice full of longing. “I really want your big dick in my ass.”
Seeing her like this made it impossible to deny her, not that you really wanted to, your cock was throbbing at the idea of it by this point. “Alright fine,” you finally gave in. With Jennie literally begging for you to fuck her ass, who could blame you?
Her face lit up and she got more comfortable, sticking her ass up higher, arching her back and pressing her elbows into the bed. “Finally, you can go as hard as you want.”
As you lined up behind her, yanking her panties off her body, you slowly eased your tip into her asshole as she spread her cheeks with both hands for you. She was so fucking tight, especially since the only lube was from the bit of Jennie’s saliva still on your shaft. It was almost unbearable how snug her asshole’s grip was on your cock. You barely got two thrusts in before Jennie interrupted.
“No! I need you to really give it to me,” she moaned, looking back over her shoulder. “Fucking destroy my asshole.”
Just a few shots of alcohol and Jennie turned into an absolute freak, but you weren’t going to complain. In fact, you found yourself smirking as your next couple of thrusts were significantly harder, hopefully to her liking. You were spreading her asshole wide with each thrust, working her body as she became increasingly vocal, each pump eliciting a mix of harsh moans and screams from the tight girl.
“Oh fuck, I’ve missed this so much! I needed this,” she cried out, shoving her face into the mattress. “Keep going, don’t stop!”
Not that you were going to, actually you had absolutely no plans of stopping at this point. Her asshole felt so fucking good. The tight, warm squeeze, massaging your cock with each pump - you’ve missed this almost as much as she did.
“Harder, right there!” she begged, her voice rising as your cock found the right spots. Each push drew more squeals of pleasure from her lips. “Please, fuck!”
It was becoming too much for you. Her enthusiastic moans were infectious, giving you strength that you didn’t know you had, each time your cock slammed into her asshole you could feel a surge of invigoration coursing through her entire body.
“Please, more! Give me more!” she screamed out, clenching her fists hard as she surrendered to the sensations.
At this point you couldn’t physically go any harder. Jennie’s ass cheeks were rippling with every thrust, her entire body being shoved into the bed without any remorse. She screamed, moaned, made all sorts of noises, and you just kept going - kept jamming your cock up her tight ass. It felt fucking divine.
“So fucking tight,” you grunted, pressing deep down on her hips with your hands, squishing her soft body beneath you.
Your cock was burning up with pleasure. It felt almost too good. Each and every thrust up Jennie’s ass felt better and better for you as her tight body began molding to your cock. Jennie’s asshole was perfect. With how hard you were jamming yourself into her, you could even feel your balls swinging up, slapping against her dripping pussy.
The strength in your body was failing, going this hard for this long was exhausting, yet somehow you were still pumping into her asshole. So fucking tight. Your fingers were even starting to hurt with how hard they were pressing into her body, but you didn’t care. Your cock was ready to blow. Her asshole was too much, you couldn’t hold on any longer. The thought of pulling out and painting Jennie’s sweat-soaked back with your cum was appealing, but the tight grip her asshole had on your shaft erased that idea from your head.
With a final few pumps, your cock erupted inside her, spewing your cum right into her asshole. You filled her up, still pumping away as your white mess began leaking slightly with each thrust. Jennie had gone mute, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of your cum filling her up. She just took it, she took all of your cum right up the ass, holding still for you, coaxing it out of you. As you eased up, letting the final few spurts of cum exit your body, Jennie let out a long, satisfied sigh, her body relaxing, her asshole loosening up against your cock just enough for you to slowly pull it out.
“Wow,” you muttered, on your knees behind her, admiring the fountain of cum spilling out of Jennie’s asshole right now. “That was amazing.”
“Fucking amazing,” Jennie echoed, reaching a hand behind her to gently rub your cum around her asshole. “Holy fuck I’m going to be feeling this tomorrow.”
“You are such a fucking slut, have I ever told you that?” you chuckled as you got up to your feet.
“Yeah, but I’m your dirty little slut,” she moaned as she turned around, sitting with her back against the edge of the bed. “Fucking hell that sobered me up quick,” she added before opening her mouth wide for you.
Just as she wanted, you slipped your cock into her mouth, holding it steady as she slurped away, cleaning you off.
“By the way, Rosie told me to send you to her room.”
Jennie took a final few licks of your cock before releasing it with a pop, looking up at you. “Oh right, the stupid bet,” she sighed. “You really fucked that one up.”
“How’s it my fault you were busy sitting on some random dude’s face and flashing your tits to the whole club?”
“I was fucking horny,” Jennie scoffed. “And that was absolutely because of you.”
“Is that right? You get horny when I cum on your face?”
“I’ll bite your dick off.”
“And then who are you going to beg for when you need your asshole fucked?”
“Fuck you,” she spat before starting to get off her knees.
“Not yet,” you pushed her back down to her knees and grabbed her hair. With your other hand, you grabbed the base of your cock and pushed it forward towards her mouth. “You can get up when I tell you.”
She did just as you commanded - after shooting you a dirty look of course - licking up your cock, bobbing her lips up and down slightly. What she probably wasn’t ready for was when you yanked her hair, shoving your cock deeper into her mouth as it stiffened up again. “That’s right,” you teased, taking a firmer grip with your hand and pushing your cock even deeper. “Open that throat up for me,” you whispered, giving her cheek a light slap with your other hand.
Jennie, to the best of her ability, tried to open up wider. Your cock was embedded pretty deep in her mouth, but instead of pushing that final little bit, you pulled back completely, leaving Jennie desperately gasping for air, coughing and spitting, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
“You’re not done yet,” you grabbed your cock and slapped it against her cheek, giving her just a second to spit the excess saliva out before you shoved it back into her mouth. “Open your fucking throat,” you ordered her, this time forcing your cock until it was fully embedded down her throat, the back of her head being pressed against the side of the bed.
The sound of her gagging was beautiful, something you had grown to appreciate, especially since you knew how much she loved gagging on your cock. You let go of her hair and leaned forward even more, supporting your upper body with both arms on the bed, and began pumping your hips slightly, making sure to keep your entire length in her mouth as you pushed against her jaw.
Her warm saliva was dripping out of her lips and onto your balls as they pressed hard against her chin, your cock probing the back of her neck while she gagged. You relished in the warmth of her throat for a bit longer before pulling back and releasing your cock, resting your shaft against her face.
“Fuck you,” Jennie cried out, gasping and panting, letting her spit flow freely down her chest. “The fuck are you going so hard for?”
“Did you not hear yourself just a few minutes ago?” you taunted her, rubbing your cock against her forehead.
“That was for my asshole, not my neck,” she snapped back, turning her face away from your cock.
“And that’s next, don’t worry,” you smirked before picking her up and tossing her onto the bed. “But this time, I want to see your face.”
“Fuck you,” Jennie repeated, but there it was, that glint of desire, the true feelings Jennie had as soon as she heard you were going to fuck her ass again - she couldn’t hide them.
“Cry about it all you want, I don’t give a fuck,” you snarled as you reached for her ankles, yanking her body to the edge of the bed before lifting her legs up and placing them on your shoulders. “Just lay there you dirty little slut, we both know you’ve been dreaming of this.”
No witty or sassy response this time, instead Jennie just glared at you, at least she tried to, but her face couldn’t hide how much she was enjoying this as soon as she felt your tip prodding her entrance again. She was just as addicted as you were, but she was too ashamed to admit it.
It didn’t matter. What did matter was how Jennie’s asshole opened up for your cock. At this point, her body was a perfect fit, adapted to taking your cock again and again. You eased forward slowly, leaning in and pressing her legs forward as your cock slowly entered Jennie’s asshole once again.
“Ah,” Jennie let out a soft moan, scrunching her face up as she adjusted to the tightness. “It’s so fucking big.”
“You’re a good little slut,” you whispered, encouraging her as you gave a few half pumps into her ass. There was such a stark contrast from the roughness from earlier, now it felt like there was far more passion being shared between you two.
“Your good little slut,” Jennie whispered back - it was endearing in a way. “Fuck that little asshole as much as you want, it’s all yours.”
“I know it is,” you grunted, leaning forward and slowly pushing your cock in and out of her body. You could feel your cock twitching, it felt so good, as you watched Jennie’s expressions change with each thrust. There was no urgency, no rush, you got to really take it slow and enjoy the tight massage her asshole was giving your cock, pressing down hard on every individual nerve, opening up beautifully for you.
Jennie, now with her eyes shut, brought one hand between her legs and began making circles with her fingers, rubbing her clit to the same tempo as your thrusts. She kept going, playing with herself, moaning softly, her pussy leaking as she touched herself. Then, as her back started to arch up, she slipped two fingers into her pussy, inserting them in tandem, synchronized with how your cock pushed into her asshole.
“I’m going to fucking cum,” she mumbled, her mouth shooting open, eyes squeezing tighter.
With that view before your eyes, you bent forward, hips still pumping slowly, and grabbed both of her tits with your hands, leaning closer to her face before whispering into her ear. “Then do it, cum for me, my little slut.” She started fingering herself faster, and now it was your turn to match her pace. You began shoving your cock harder inside her, enjoying how her asshole was getting tighter and tighter by the second. Her body was building up to climax, and you could feel it through her asshole. After giving her nipples a sharp pinch, forcing a sharp squeal from her lips, you reached your hand up towards her face and grabbed her before whispering into her ear again. “Come on, let it happen, fucking cum for me.”
“I am!” she cried out, her body writhing softly as if the pleasure was too much. “I’m fucking… fuck…”
Coherency didn’t matter at this point. She was right there, so close, and with a final few pumps of her asshole she yanked her fingers out of her pussy and began rubbing her clit vigorously, squirting onto your stomach.
“There it is,” you teased, picking up the pace of your thrusts as you felt your own orgasm rapidly approaching. “Dirty fucking slut, cumming all over me.”
“I am… your dirty slut…” she gasped, body going limp on the bed, her hand sliding up her chest, softly squeezing her tits.
Her pussy, glistening and soaked, looked fucking amazing right now, so unbelievably fuckable, but you were completely committed to her asshole. You reached forward with your hand, playing with her folds softly as you pumped away, your cock getting closer and closer. Her asshole was still squeezing your cock hard, but it was starting to loosen up as she relaxed, especially now that you were playing with her pussy as well. It only took you about a minute or so before you were ready to cum again thanks to Jennie’s tight asshole.
This time, even though your body desperately wanted to fill her asshole again, you settled on another plan. With your final few pumps, priming your cock until it was just one final pump away from busting, you pulled out and bent forward, grabbing Jennie’s hair and yanking it towards you with one hand. With your other hand, you grabbed your cock and began stroking it as hard as you could.
Within a couple of seconds, you began unloading onto Jennie’s face. Spurt after spurt, you made sure each one landed on her. She had her eyes shut tight as you plastered her cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, coating every part of her face with your cum. Even as your cock stopped launching cum, you pulled her face closer and pressed your tip against her forehead, letting the rest trickle down her face.
Once you felt like you were done, you slipped your cock into her mouth one more time, having her lips squeeze out any cum you had left as you pulled back. Then, all that was left was for you to enjoy the view of Jennie’s face completely coated in your cum.
“It’s a nice look,” you chuckled as Jennie slowly opened her eyes, wiping them clean so that she could see. “Don’t wipe too much off, I’m walking you to Rosie’s room like this.”
“You’re the fucking worst,” she whined as a smile formed on her lips.
“I know,” you sighed, collapsing onto the bed next to Jennie. “Give me a minute, get dressed and we’ll go up.”
“Dressed in what?” Jennie laughed, falling onto her back next to you.
“Good point,” you turned to your side to face her. “I wasn’t kidding, it really is a nice look.”
“Shut up,” she rolled her eyes, turning to face the roof in an attempt to keep your cum on her face. “Am I really walking through the club like this?”
“Be grateful I’m not making you crawl,” you teased, reaching over and cupping a tit in your hands, toying with her nipple. “Maybe I should, make sure everyone knows you’re my toy.”
“Please don’t,” Jennie whispered, as if she was actually a piece of your property who would do anything you told her to do. “Everyone’s already going to be looking since I lost my clothes.”
“Here,” you got off the bed and picked your shirt up off the ground, tossing it to her. “You’re not getting my pants though, so put your panties back on.”
“Thank you,” Jennie smiled, lifting herself off the bed before suddenly groaning and falling back down. “Fucking hell, it still feels like your dick is in my ass.”
“Take a minute, we’ll head up to Rosie when you’re ready,” you reassured her as you got dressed. You picked up her panties and walked over to her, taking a seat next to her on the bed and flipping her onto her stomach. Gently, you rubbed her asshole for her. “Does that feel better?”
“Barely,” she moaned into the mattress. “Is it bleeding?”
“No,” you replied before inserting the tip of your finger into her.“Dickhead,” Jennie squealed, slapping your arm. “Alright let’s go, I’ll manage.”
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A/N:
Probably not my best work, but I just had to let some random horny into a fic. Funny enough this was supposed to be a pretty plot heavy Jisoo chapter, but somehow it turned into pure PwP. Oh well, expect the next chapter to be heavy on the Jisoo plot (probably with some other member smut too, whatever happens in Rosie's room is still to come).
I'm running short of time for my break, but I promise I've still been working hard on my fics! I'd like to release a few more in the upcoming weeks, and I'm expecting my next post to be Kazuha. I also have recently thought of some one-shot ideas, so I might just randomly drop something that isn't part of one of my current projects. Stay tuned!
The world outside your soundproofed sanctuary knows you as a ghost. To the industry, you are the prodigal son who vanished—the genius producer who crafted a dozen Daesangs before retreating into the shadows. They think you burned out. They think you lost your touch.
They are wrong. You didn't leave because you ran out of music, you left because the music became a lie.
Auto-tune, quantization, pitch correction—it all sounded like plastic to you. You craved the biological, the flaw, the trembling reality of a human throat. So, you began The Archives.
Your studio, a fortress of analog synthesizers and towering server racks, hums with a low-voltage fever. On your screens, waveforms spike and trough in neon blue.
You didn’t collect songs. You hacked into the live feeds of the biggest recording studios in Seoul. You bypassed the master tracks and stole the garbage: the discard pile. You collected the intake of breath before a high note, the wet click of a tongue against teeth, the accidental moan of exhaustion after a twelve-hour session, the crack in a voice before it was polished into perfection.
You have folders on everyone. The desperate gasps of rookies, the cynical sighs of veterans. But there is only one folder you open every night.
Park Chaeyoung. Rosé.
Her voice is your obsession. It isn’t just the technique; it is the timber—that unique, nasal rasp that sounds like velvet being torn. It is the golden syrup laced with whiskey. You have terabytes of her. Not her singing APT or On The Ground, but her clearing her throat, her humming in frustration, the microscopic tremble of her vocal cords when she thinks the mic is cold.
You are building a symphony out of her silence. A construct of pure sound.
It is 3:00 AM on a Tuesday when the heavy acoustic door creaks open.
You freeze, your hand hovering over the mixing console. You forgot to locking the door. No one should enter without your permission. You spin in your Aeron chair, expecting police, or perhaps a lawyer with a cease-and-desist order.
Instead, she is standing there.
Rosé looks different than she does on stage. No heavy makeup, wearing oversized sweatpants and a hoodie, her blonde hair tangled from the wind. She looks small in the gloom of your studio, illuminated only by the VU meters bouncing on the rack.
She doesn't scream. She doesn't call you a stalker. She walks past you, the scent of expensive vanilla perfume cutting through the stale air of your isolation. She looks at the screen.
The waveform currently looping is a recording of her breath—a jagged, sharp inhale you stole from a session three years ago.
"I wondered where the signal bleed was going," she says. Her speaking voice is low, textured, undeniably her. "I felt it. Like someone was listening to the parts of me I was trying to hide."
"Get out," you rasp, though your voice lacks conviction.
Rosé ignores you. She reaches out, her slender finger tracing the volume knob. She turns it up. The room fills with the sound of her own unintentional noises—a whimper of fatigue, a sharp exhale. It is intimate, terrifyingly raw.
"You’re a thief," she says, turning to look at you. Her eyes are not angry, they are analyzing you with the cold precision of a fellow artist. "You used to write the songs that defined a generation. Now you sit in the dark, stealing scraps."
"I am looking for the truth," you defend yourself, standing up. "The industry kills the soul of the voice. I am preserving the biology of it."
"It’s not art," she counters softly. "It’s voyeurism. Because I didn’t give it to you."
She steps closer. The tension in the room is thick enough to choke on. You expect her to destroy the hard drives. You expect her to ruin you.
Instead, Rosé leans against the mixing desk, crossing her arms. She looks at the Archives—years of your obsession—and then looks at you with a strange, dark resolve.
"You want the truth?" she asks. "You want the cracks? The breaks? The sound of a human being coming undone?"
"That is all I want."
"Your collection is incomplete," she says, her voice dropping to a whisper that sends a shiver down your spine. "These are just accidents. Stolen moments. They have no intent. If you want a masterpiece, you don't need a thief's stash. You need an instrument."
She picks up a pair of headphones and drops them on the desk.
"I am tired of the polish too," she admits, the fatigue in her eyes suddenly visible. "I am tired of being perfect. I want to make something... visceral. Something that hurts to listen to."
She looks you dead in the eye.
"Delete the Archives," she commands.
"What?"
"Delete them. All of them. The stolen breaths, the illegal taps. Erase it all."
You hesitate. That is your life's work.
"Do it," she says, "And I will give you the real thing. I will step into that booth, and I will give you every breath, every break, every scream, and every whisper you want. Explicitly. Willingly. Exclusively."
She gestures to the glass-walled recording booth behind you.
"I will be your instrument. You conduct, I resonate. We make the final masterpiece together. No pop filters, no auto-tune. Just my voice, stripped naked, until there is nothing left."
You look at the hard drive. Then you look at her. The muse is no longer a digital ghost, she is flesh and blood, offering herself on the altar of sound.
Tags: public sex, lots of squirting, deepthroating, facial, spanking, rough sex, pussy eating, lots of blowjob
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Have you ever thought about dating a big superstar like Roséanne Park from Blackpink? That's funny, because you actually are.
In the middle of the night, after you picked her up from a strange party that she had with her friends. You really didn't have anything inside your mind, just driving around to get home quickly and get some rest because of a busy day you had today. But for rosé, she had different mind. she really became a little filthy after went to that strange party.
You and rosé are not talking to with each other in the car, you really busy driving and her?, she just minding her own world. As you trying to focus on the road you can feel her hand starts to rub your thigh. You flinch slightly, glancing at her without losing focus. "What are you doing, babe?." You ask her as she keep rubbing her hand on your thigh. "Nothing, i'm just bored" She explains as she moves to rub your inner thigh. "Fuck" you moan as you keep trying to focus on the road. You can see that she's smiling while you moaned. You start to feel hard as her hand keep rubbing your inner thigh. She rubs your bulge as you once again trying to focus on the road. "Already this hard, huh?" She's smiling as she keeps rubbing your bulge. "You're filthy whore. Can't you just wait until we get home?." You exclaim while she's unbuckling your belt. "You don't know how horny I am at that party, daddy." She lets out her mischievous grin as she frees your big hard cock from your pants. "I really miss this big dick." She says as she moves her hand on your shaft. "Shit." You can't help anymore when you feel her mouth lick your tip. "Just wait home, i can't drive when you're like this." She just ignores you and bobbing her head on your cock. Her hands start to touch your balls slurps your precum. "Then stop the car, daddy. Let's do it right here." She strokes your shaft fast until you really can't help it anymore.
You start to enjoy this when you hit the red light. You place your hand on her head as you face fucking her. She gags until her makeup gets messy. "You're fucking bitch. Can't wait until we get home, huh?." You keep fucking her head until the red light turns green. She's panting as she looks at you while her hands stroking your shaft. "I really miss this cock, daddy." She licks your balls while her hands keep stroking your shaft.
You pull over and move to kiss rosé on the mouth. The passionate kiss makes you go feral. She keeps stroking your shaft while you two kissing. "Let's get to the backseats." You two go out and get into the backseats. You right away kiss her, then roam her body. She moans on your ear when you move to kiss her earlobe. "You're such a slut." She shivers down to her spine and looks at you in the eye. "I'm your slut, daddy. Please, make me cum. I can't wait anymore." You step outside the car and prepare to eat her. She takes off her pants, shows you her wet pussy. "Fuck, this juicy pussy." You drooling as you keep looking at her dripping pussy.
You begin to kiss her inner thigh, teasing her as she keeps moaning while grumble. "Daddy, just eat me already. You know how wet i am for you, daddy?. You know that i've been waiting for thi-AAHHH." You silence her by dive your mouth into her pussy. You can feel her juices starts to roaming in your mouth. You lick her clit and her juices slowly come more. You eat her deeper, then your thumb moves in slow circles against her clit. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SHIT, I'M GONNA CUM." She glances at u with her eyes fluttering close, before slowly opening again. You move faster and can feel her juices are ready to explode. "SHITTTTTT, DADDY." She squirts while rolls her eyes. Without hesitation, you drink all of her squirts. "Good girl." You kiss her with your mouth still wet by her juices. "How's it taste?." You stare at her with lust on your eyes. "Fucking good, daddy. Please, make me cum more." She kisses you with passionate, tasting her own release.
You take your position outside the car, she lays down spreading her wet, juicy pussy. You slap her pussy with your tip and tease her by rubbing your shaft on hers. "Fuck me, daddy." She looks at you desperately while biting her lips. She's so fucking hot at this moment. You can't help it and shove your cock inside her tight, juicy pussy. "FUCK." She screams, her eyes close and her mouth is wide open. "You're so tight." You groan, feeling your big, thick, cock inside her tight pussy.
She starts moving her hips back and forth slowly, trying to adjust your big cock inside her pussy. You also move slowly, make her moan even loudly. “Shit, daddy.” You kiss her while quickening your pace, making her moan between kisses, breathless and needy. You fuck her in passionate missionary. Her legs are on your shoulder, making it even deep in her pussy. You can feel how needy and horny she is, the way her moans are so loud tonight, and how she moves her hips back and forth, make you go crazy with it.
She moans so loud when you hit her in the cervix, she really loves it when you hit her there. Your car rock hard with each motion, the windows fogging up as her moans fill the air. You muffle her moans with other kisses on the mouth, as you keep rocking her hard. Each movements feel so heavenly. Your tongue moves to her hard nipple, licking it like a baby craving her mom’s milk. Your licks shiver her spine down. Makes you can feel a hard fountain would sink you down. You help her closeness by rubbing her clit fast while you still fuck her hard. “YES, YES, FUCK I’M GONNA CUM.” She loudly moans to your ears. You pull out to see her squirting once again as you move to lick her pussy and taste her tasty release. You can hear her moans so loud when you eating her once again.
Her moans are music to your ears, so you don’t mind when she gets loud. But not everyone feels the same. People passing by start throwing side eyes, disgust written all over their faces. Still, you don’t care, until someone actually walks up to your car. “Get a room, bro. What the fuck is this?” he snaps, glaring at you through the fogged-up window. Rosé quickly ducks down, hiding herself, cheeks flushed red. You're still standing there, your cock rock hard and aching to ruin her all over again. “Get the fuck outta here, you gross freaks,” he scoffs. You shoot him a cold look before scrambling into the driver’s seat, your hand gripping the wheel. Without another word, you start the engine and speed off, leaving him behind as his curses fade into the distance.
“That was embarrassing,” you mutter, cheeks burning as you glance at the rearview mirror. She meets your gaze through the mirror, her mouth curling into a filthy little smirk. “Well, it is,” she purrs. “But it makes me want you more, daddy.” Her lust darkened eyes say it all, and before you can react, she spreads her legs wide, revealing her dripping pussy. You can’t take it anymore. You tear your eyes away from her and back to the road, your mind spinning. You scan the streets, searching for somewhere quiet, somewhere no one will interrupt your filthy little fun again.
You pull over at an abandoned bus stop secluded, quiet, the perfect place to enjoy your delicious little meal. Without wasting a second, you jump out of the car and slip into the backseat, where she’s already waiting. You crash your lips against hers, tugging her onto your lap. With your cock still rock hard, she places her hands over it, stroking you slowly teasing. Your tongue slides into her mouth, devouring her deeply as your hands roam down to her ass, squeezing, rubbing, and giving it a firm slap. She moans against your lips, breath hitching, but you don’t stop. You kiss her harder, hungrier, as your hands keep working her body like she’s all yours to ruin.
After that heated kiss, she keeps stroking your thick, aching cock, her eyes locked on yours dark, beautiful, and dripping with lust. Her stare says it all. She wants more. She needs more. “Ride me. Show me just how bad you want this cock,” you growl, your voice low and hungry.
The words make her shiver, thighs clenching at the thought of bouncing on you. But she’s got something else in mind. She drops to her knees between your legs, eyes full of lust, and wraps her beautiful lips around your throbbing cock. She starts slow deliberate sucking you in inch by inch, driving you absolutely feral. Her head bobs up and down, tongue swirling as she sucks, while her free hand reaches to gently play with your balls. You're completely undone, head resting back against the seat, letting her take full control. She doesn’t stop eyes locked on yours as she keeps sucking you deeper.
You place your hand on the back of her head, guiding her down, making her choke on your cock. The sound of her gagging only makes it hotter. She pulls off for a moment to suck on your balls, her hand still stroking your thick shaft slowly, teasing you just right. "You keep sucking my balls like that, baby, and I swear you’ll make me cum," you growl, running your fingers through her hair, trying to make her stop. But with a wet plop, she pulls away, a string of spit still connecting her lips to you. "Not before I ride this big cock, daddy." She grins wickedly, eyes burning with want as she climbs onto your lap.
She places her hand on your cock, guiding it to her aching heat pussy. She’s already soaked, making it easy to slide into her tight, warm pussy. She starts riding your cock slowly, easing herself down until it fits perfectly inside. You grip her waist, helping her move as her pace begins to quicken. The car gently rocks with every bounce, following her rhythm. Her moans grow louder, echoing inside the confined space, and her body glistens with sweat. Strands of her messy hair stick to her flushed face, her mouth parted, lost in pleasure. She looks like a vision wild, breathless, and utterly divine.
She kisses you deeply, her hands gliding over your chest as if trying to catch her breath taking a moment of rest before riding you again. Sweat trickles from her forehead, some of it falling onto your skin, warm and electric. Her fingers curl around your neck, grounding herself as her plush, juicy lips move against yours with delicious hunger.
The softness of her mouth drives you insane, and without thinking, your hips thrust upward, meeting her body with a newfound urgency. She lets out a breathy moan, grinding into you as she pulls away from the kiss, eyes dark and full of need. And then she begins to bounce again, matching your rhythm, chasing that high with you in perfect sync.
Once she begins to tremble beneath you, you pull out just to tease her, “FUCK, FUCK,’ her moans loud in desperation. She turns to look at you with a mix of frustration and desire written across her face. "Why did you pull out, daddy?" she pouts, breathless. You don’t answer. Instead, you guide her to all fours in the backseat. With slow, deliberate movements, you push back in, drawing a gasp from her lips. “You wanted more, didn’t you?” you murmur against her ear. “FUCK, FUCK, YES, I WANT MORE. FUCK ME HARDER, DADDY.”
Your rhythm grows wilder, raw, instinctual. She meets each thrust eagerly, fingers digging into the seat, holding on for dear life. The leather creaks beneath her grip, and her knuckles turn white as she loses herself in the moment.
You spank her juicy ass, each slap echoing inside the car as your rhythm grows rougher. You can see her pussy is getting red by how hard you fuck her. Her body trembles beneath your touch, her back arching beautifully while your hips drive into her, relentless and wild. Her soft moans grow louder, filling the space like a siren’s song, driving you to push deeper, harder.
The windows fog, the car shakes with every thrust like it might give out beneath the storm you’ve created. Her breath hitches when your hand lands again, but there’s no pain in her sounds only pleasure, only need. Her fingers dig into the seat, knuckles pale, body soaked with sweat and want. She’s not scared. She’s not overwhelmed. She’s ecstatic completely lost in the feeling of being taken, of being desired, over and over again.
You’re losing yourself in the moment, your rhythm turning frantic as your body moves in perfect sync with hers. You lean in, pressing soft kisses along her spine, tasting the salt of her skin, hearing the intoxicating sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the car. Your hands explore her body tracing the curve of her waist, then down to the soft warmth between her thighs. You feel her tremble under your touch, her breath catching as you gently circle her sensitive spot.
She’s close, you can feel it in the way she tightens around you, in the way her fingers claw at the seat, in the way her moans crack through the heavy air like thunder. You move faster, deeper driven by the sounds she makes, by the heat between you, by the way she surrenders completely to you. Her body begins to shake, her cries reaching a crescendo that fills the car with something raw and beautiful. You watch her come undone, her release leaving her breathless and glowing, her skin flushed, her body trembling in your hands. “FUCK, I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING, AHHHHH.” She squirts so hard and makes your dick got pull out. Her squirts make your backseat goes wet, but it’s so hot to having her squirts like this.
Watching her reach the peak of pleasure, a fierce fire ignites within you, urging your hand to move faster, more deliberate. Your breath hitches as you whisper, “I’m gonna cum” The tension between you both thickens, electric and undeniable. She slowly turns her face toward you, eyes half-lidded with hunger and mischief, a sultry flicker of her tongue teasing your senses. Her expression, both innocent and wildly tempting, makes your heart race and your restraint crumble.
Guiding yourself toward her parted lips, you begin to release wave after wave of warmth, each pulse carrying the intensity of your desire. The creamy cascade paints her skin like liquid silk dripping down her cheeks, tracing the curve of her jaw, glossing over her lashes, and wetting the strands of her hair. Her beauty, illuminated by your touch, is breathtaking raw, vulnerable, and fiercely alive. She wears the evidence of your passion like a badge of honor, and in that moment, you both exist only for each other, caught in the rapture of your shared abandon.
She licks the remnants of your love with slow, graceful reverence like a secret ritual only meant for two. A soft smile forms on your lips as you lean in and kiss her deeply, your mouths speaking the unspoken, tender and slow. “Thank you, daddy,” she whispers, her eyes gleaming with mischief and affection. You answer her not with words, but with another kiss firm and lingering one that tastes like both passion and goodbye. You both begin to dress, clothes slipping back over flushed skin, hearts still echoing the rhythm you’d just shared. You return to the front seat, leaving her alone at the backseat.
This moment etched in the dim haze of your car’s quiet aftermath feels like a stolen dream. She lies there, flushed and glowing, her breath still heavy from the high only you could give her. Her lips curl into a soft, exhausted smile, and you swear she looks like a painting wild, divine, and wholly yours.
You watch her from the front seat as you fix your clothes, stealing one last glance at the girl the world calls untouchable. But here, with you, she’s something else entirely. Not the adored idol on stages lit by a thousand lights but the secret that belongs only to you. The one who moans your name like a hymn, who trembles beneath your touch, and lets you unravel her piece by piece.
Her fans will never know the truth behind her sweetness, the fire behind her eyes. They’ll never hear how she begs under her breath, how she surrenders everything to you, willingly, eagerly. To them, she’s a goddess.
To you, she’s your hidden sin.
And as the night stretches on and the silence grows tender, one thing becomes clear
she’s not just a fantasy. She’s the melody your body knows by heart.
a/n: Hi!!, this is my first smut. Please be nice to me 🫠🫠. You guys can call me Matt. Sorry for the bad english, thoo. But, i hope you guys enjoy this little smut, hahaha. Have a good day!!
