Yeji walked out of her changing room in the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around her body. She looked at herself in the mirror, and a smile formed on her lips. Her beautiful, sexy face was reflected in the mirror, and her short hair added to her charm.
She looked around and slowly opened her towel wide, fully baring her sexy body in front of the mirror. He watched that slender neck, her perky boobs, which drove men wild, her slight abs that were present, her clean-shaven pussy, and those long legs and toned thighs. She nodded, feeling satisfied with her body. The hours of working out in the gym didn’t disappoint her.
While she was looking at her body, she heard a sound and suddenly panicked and covered herself and went inside her changing room and peeked outside. She saw a man coming out, his upper body fully bare, and he had only a towel around his hips.
He stood in front of the mirror where she had just been standing a little bit earlier, and just like her, he too started admiring his body in front of the mirror.
Yeji’s eyes widened seeing who he was. It was Bamabam.
She knew he was in the building, but she never thought she would meet him here, and that too in this awkward situation.
Her gaze fell on his body, and her eyes widened in shock. It was clear that he had a shower just now, as she saw water trickling down those toned, sexy back muscles as she gulped, and from the reflection in the mirror, she could see his whole front body.
She could clearly see water droplets sliding down those pecs to the valley between them and then trickling along his well-defined ab line. Yeji bit her lips, looking at his body, and her breath started getting heavy. She wanted to taste those muscles, lick between those pecs, and trace her fingers along those abs. Her hands slowly traced up her body, touching herself while looking at Bambam in front of her.
She thought about her conversation with Seulgi the day before, when she had told her about hooking up with Bambam while she was promoting her song in Thailand. Yeji was so turned on at the end of the chat, hearing all the details of how he had fucked Seulgi senseless and how his thick, fat rod had made her cum multiple times and how Seulgi loved his fit, ripped body. Yeji thought she would never get the chance to see it for herself, but God certainly had other plans for her.
Her towel slowly fell down on the floor, and she was now standing stark naked inside the changing room. Her eyes were still fixed on the beautiful, ripped body reflected in the mirror.
His hands cupped those perky tits as she rubbed them while looking at his body, and the other hand slowly reached down and touched those pussy lips. She was surprised to find that she was already leaking down there, which had never happened to her before. She was craving his touch and his body.
Hwang Yeji couldn’t understand what was happening to her body. She was known for her boldness and that insanely hot body. Maybe it was her body reacting to another insanely sexy body in front of her.
She watched as Bambam posed in front of the mirror, and her eyes landed on the individual muscles that were stretching, causing her mouth to go dry. She wanted to touch them. Her naked body was flushed, and she was breathing heavily.
She slipped one finger inside her wet, molten pussy that was now leaking more, making her almost moan loudly, but she stopped in time so that Bambam would not hear her.
She could feel her juices coating her fingers, and she felt her knee buckle when he flexed his biceps and those abs, and she could not take her eyes off his reflection in the mirror.
She, too, wanted his big hands on her body. She wanted him to caress her perky boobs and run his hands along her ab lines; she wanted that mouth on her leaking pussy.
Her eyes wandered over his V lines just above the towel, curious what he was packing under that towel. She too wanted to know if what Seulgi said to her was true and how big that cock was. She didn’t need to wait anymore, as he dropped the towel right then, and she almost gasped out loud seeing that toned ass, and she could see his cock, big and soft, just hanging between his legs.
She could see it from his angle between his thighs. She bit her lips and stared at his package that was now reflected in the mirror. She had never seen a cock so fat and thick before. Even if it was soft, it was thick with veins running along its sides. She was pretty sure she would not be able to hold it in one hand to stroke it. It had a thick head, and her mind wandered, thinking if it would even fit inside her.
The mere thought made her drenched in juices. She could feel her juices dripping along her inner thigh and falling to the floor. Yeji had always been bold and went after whatever she wanted. Now she wanted that body for herself, also that big, thick cock inside her.
She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, calling out to him, making sure that she was naked with the towel already discarded on the floor. She had to make sure that Bambam got a full look at her sexy body.
She was sure that there was no straight man who would refuse her sexy body as she walked behind him, full on, bare, and sexy.
“Sunbaenim, I heard you were in the building. I never thought I would see you here.” She was so casual about it, and people would think that they were at a party and they had just met.
Bmabam turned around and his whole body froze in shock seeing Yeji fully nude and bare in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things wrong, but there she was in front of him, fully bare and naked.
She had a smile on her lips as she looked at him, and he was sure that her eyes were running along his body, taking him in fully, and he was doing the same thing to her.
Bambam had seen her videos and performances. She had an aura that made men go weak in their knees in front of her. The cat-like features, that short hair, and her slender, slightly tanned body. His eyes trailed down her perky boobs and finally came down to those abs that were clearly visible.
That was his weakness, and clearly, his body was reacting to her as his soft cock started getting hard just looking at her naked body.
Yeji had a sly smile on her face as she watched that cock harden, telling her that she was right about how her body makes men go hard. She could see his embarrassment as he was trying to hide his cock with his hands, but that was doing nothing to hide that huge member in front of her.
Yeji chuckled as she walked towards him, and Bambam backed away from her, but he had nowhere to run as his back was now against the wall. She stood in front of him and used her fingers to trace along his hard pecs.
"Sunbaenim, you have a nice body. Mind if I touch it?" She said as her palms clutched his chest muscles, enjoying that hard skin under hers.
Bambam was confused as hell. Was he being seduced by her? . Are all young ladies now so bold that they would just seduce men straight up, walking bare naked in front of them? But his thoughts were cut short when she leaned in and licked his chest like a cat, making him groan in pleasure.
Her red, tender tongue licked along his chest, and she slowly trailed down his nicely shaped abs. She made sure to taste each one of his abs. His thick cock instantly became erect and stood proud along his pubes. He could feel her coming close to the head of his cock.
He could feel her hot breath on his tip, making it twitch, and her eyes were fixed on his cock in amazement. “Oppa, now I get why Seulgi Eonni said that she wanted to fuck you again when you return to Korea.” She said as her fingers trailed along its length,
His eyes widened, hearing Seulgi’s name from Yeji, and he understood why Yeji was so bold in front of him. Yeji had already heard how good of a fuck he was from Seulgi and wanted to try it for herself.
He leaned back, presenting his erect, thick cock in front of her, and said to her, “If you want to taste it, go ahead; I will make sure you are satisfied just like Seulgi Noona.”
Yeji looked at him, amused by his confidence, and thought about how Seulgi was biting her lips while mentioning him and the way she was recounting the way he fucked her. Yeji was sure that she, too, could be fucked senseless today.
Yeji smirked as her hands went around his thick girth while looking at him with those sexy eyes. “Then I will try it today so that I can confirm that what Eonni said was all true.”
Her palms slowly started stroking his thick cock, his fingers running along its length, and she bit her lips, feeling his skin hot and hard on her palms. The precum oozing out of its thick head and dripping down, she wanted to taste it. She was never a fan of sucking cocks, but now, seeing this magnificent thing in front of her, her preferences suddenly changed.
She leaned towards the cock and slowly stretched out her tongue and flicked the slit, tasting his precum. He groaned, feeling her wet tongue on his sensitive head. His hands clutched onto the bathroom walls as she took in just his head in her mouth, sucking it with her mouth and occasionally flicking its tip with her tongue.
Her hands stroked the base of his cock while her head bobbed on his thick head. His hand grabbed that short hair, making sure that she was not disturbed while she was attending to his cock. He could feel her moan on his cock, sending shivers all down his spine.
Her mouth slowly released his cock with a plop as she looked at him, and he almost groaned seeing her beautiful, sexy face in a daze after tasting his thick cock. The string of saliva connecting from his cock to her lips made it even better as he marvelled at his recent luck with women. Just days ago, it was Seulgi who had the same expression after sucking his cock.
She was not done with his cock as he took it in her palms and started licking it from the base to its head, slightly pausing on his slit and licking it with her tongue for added pleasure, making him groan out in pleasure. She was good with her mouth. If it had been anyone else, he would have already cum with that stunning face looking at him while sucking that cock. She never broke eye contact with him, making sure he saw her sucking his cock. How that meaty, thick rod goes in and out of her mouth.
His cock was drenched in her saliva, and now it was dripping down to the floor. He gulped, seeing her saliva mixed with his precum dripping down her slender neck to the valley between those perky boobs and coating her sexy abs. Her eyes widened, feeling his cock harden even more inside her mouth.
She felt her jaw aching and slowly took out his cock from her mouth again, looking up at him, “You are too big. How did Eonni fit all this inside her mouth and pussy?” Her hands never stopped stroking him. Her saliva and his precum made his cock foamy.
Her eyes wandered to his balls, and she gulped, feeling the urge to taste them. It looked heavy and tasty. She smirked at him and dove right in, using her hands to lift up his cock, placing it on his pubes so that she would be able to fully taste those balls.
She took one ball into her mouth, tasting the salty, musky flavor that sent a shiver down her spine. Her tongue flicked and teased, exploring every contour and crevice. Her hands, slick with their combined fluids, stroked his cock with a rhythm that matched the pulsing of his veins. The view from above was intoxicating: her face nestled between his thighs, her lips wrapped around his balls, and her eyes closed in concentration and desire. She repeated the process, taking both balls into her mouth, savoring the weight and the heat against her tongue. Her hands never stopped, their movements fluid and purposeful, driving him to the brink of ecstasy.
He groaned, the sound raw and primal, as he threw his head back, his body arching in response to the intense pleasure. Her hot, wet tongue was a tormenting delight, tracing patterns that sent waves of pleasure through his body. The sensation was almost too much, and he knew he needed more.
With a sudden, urgent movement, he pulled her up, his hands finding her throat, not to choke, but to hold her close, to feel the rapid pulse beneath his fingers. Their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling, their eyes locked in a gaze that was both a question and a command. And then, his lips crashed down on hers, a deep, consuming kiss that stole her breath and sent her senses reeling.
His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring, claiming, tasting. She met his fervor with her own, their tongues dancing in a primal waltz. Her hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. The kiss was a storm, a whirlwind of passion and desire, and a promise of what was to come.
His hips ground against her abs, his cock rubbing against the defined muscles, coating itself in her saliva and his precum. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He could feel her moaning into his mouth, the vibrations adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations. Her hands, slick and eager, moved to his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to grind harder, deeper.
The kiss deepened, becoming a battle of wills, a clash of desires. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance as old as time, a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating. He could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with need. And in that moment, he knew that this was just the beginning, a prelude to the symphony of pleasure that awaited them.
Her dazed look was a mix of lust and vulnerability, her eyes glazed over with desire as she stared up at him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of perfume, sweat, and something uniquely hers. She moaned softly, the sound a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, as his breath tickled her sensitive skin. His lips found her pulse point, and he nibbled and nipped, leaving behind marks of possession, hickeys that would serve as a reminder of this moment long after they were gone.
Slowly, he trailed his lips down her neck, his hands cupping her breasts, weighing them, savoring their softness. Seulgi's breasts were indeed a bit larger than Yeji's, but they were perfect on her frame, a testament to her natural beauty. He drew circles around her hard nipples, each touch sending shivers through her body, making her tremble with anticipation. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts further into his hands, her body begging for more.
"Fuck," she moaned, the word a whispered curse, a prayer. "That feels so good." Her voice was hoarse with desire, her words punctuated by gasps as he continued his exploration. He flicked her nipples, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, each flick sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
She shuddered, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument, her breath hitching as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, before moving to the other, leaving her nipples wet and aching.
Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, holding him close as he worshipped her body. Her moans grew louder and more insistent, a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on.
He could feel her heart racing and her body trembling, and he knew that she was as lost in the moment as he was, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time, a rhythm that was both familiar and exhilarating.
His hands played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, tugging gently, asking without words if she liked the sensation. She moaned louder, the sound raw and primal, her body arching into his touch. "I love it," she gasped, the words a breathless whisper, punctuated by the sound of her thighs rubbing against his cock, the friction adding another layer of pleasure to the already overwhelming sensations.
He couldn't take it anymore; the sight of her hard nipples, pink and begging for his attention, was too much to resist. His tongue circled around one nipple, teasing, tasting, the wet heat of his mouth sending shivers through her body. She shuddered and trembled in his hands, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument, her breath hitched as he continued his exploration.
Her frustration was palpable, her body begging for more, for the final touch that would send her over the edge. She groaned, the sound a mixture of desire and exasperation, as she deliberately teased him, pulling his head closer, urging him to take what she offered. And finally, his mouth took one of her nipples, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud, sucking and biting gently, his tongue flicking against the hard peak.
She screamed, the sound a mix of surprise and pleasure, her body convulsing as he attacked her nipple with a fervour that matched her own desire. Her head thrown back, her body arching off the counter, her hands finding their way to his hair, holding him close as she called out,
"Oppa, oppa, oppa," the word is a chant. Her body was alive under his touch, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and her eyes closed in ecstasy as she lost herself in the sensation.
He released her boobs with a pop, the sudden absence of his mouth leaving her nipples wet and aching. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his, a mix of desire and curiosity in their depths. "Did you take Seulgi eonni like this too?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper, laced with a hint of jealousy and a lot of lust.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Exactly like this," he confirmed, his voice low and gravelly. "She moaned just like you do and begged for more, just like you are now."
His tongue, wet and warm, trailed lower, licking and tasting the sensitive skin below her breasts, sending shivers of delight through her body. He continued his descent, his tongue tracing patterns on her abs, his appreciation for her fitness evident in every lick, every nuzzle. Yeji was one of the fittest women he had ever tasted, her body a testament to her dedication and discipline, and he savored every inch of her.
His tongue trailed down, his hands following, exploring the curves and contours of her body, his touch both reverent and possessive. She could feel his appreciation, his desire, and his need, and it sent a thrill through her, a sense of power and pleasure that was intoxicating.
Her pussy lips rubbed against his cock, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His cock, wedged between her thighs, was a promise of things to come, a tease, a torment. She could feel her juices flowing, coating his cock, lubricating it for the future, for the moment when that girthy cock would stretch her pussy, fill her, and complete her.
The sensation was overwhelming; the promise of pleasure was almost too much to bear. Her body ached, her mind raced, and she knew that she was on the brink, the edge of ecstasy, the precipice of pleasure. And she was ready, ready to fall, ready to let go, ready to take him, all of him, deep inside her.
He kissed her clean-shaven pubis, his lips soft and gentle, a contrast to the raw, primal desire that coursed through his veins. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, as he took in the sight of her pink pussy lips, glistening with arousal, dripping with need. His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, the skin soft and smooth, her muscles quivering beneath his touch. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of pure ecstasy, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Did you actually get this soaking wet?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his fingers brushing against her pussy lips, teasing, tempting. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, her pupils dilated, her breath hitching.
"Oppa," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper, "this is the first time I am turned on this much in my life." Her confession was a turn-on, a testament to his skill, his allure, and his ability to make her feel, to make her want.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her, savouring her unique flavour, her essence. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers, his fingers glistening with her juices. Her moan was a sound of pure pleasure, a mix of surprise and desire, a testament to his actions, his words, and his presence.
His fingers returned to her pussy, teasing her walls, exploring, probing. He circled her clit, his touch light, his movements deliberate, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. He dipped his fingers inside, just a little, just enough to make her gasp, to make her body arch, to make her beg for more. He repeated the process, in and out, in and out, his fingers curling, his touch teasing, his intent clear.
"You're dripping wet," he murmured, his voice a low growl, his fingers continuing their exploration, their teasing. "So wet, so ready, so perfect." His words were a compliment, a promise, a tease, a torment. Her body responded, her pussy clenching, her juices flowing, her need growing.
Finally, he brought his mouth to her pussy, his lips wrapping around her clit, his tongue flicking, his fingers joining the party, one, then two, then three, stretching, filling, teasing. Her moan was a scream, a cry, a plea, a prayer, her body convulsing, her hips bucking, her hands finding their way to his hair, holding him close, urging him deeper, harder, faster.
His fingers and mouth worked in tandem, a dance of pleasure, a symphony of sensation, and a storm of ecstasy. He sucked, he licked, he nibbled, he probed, his fingers curling, his tongue flicking, his mouth sucking, his teeth nibbling, his touch teasing, his intent clear, his goal singular—to make her come, to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her his.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices flowed, and her screams echoed through the room. He fingered her, his movements fast, his touch firm, his intent clear. And then, suddenly, she was squirting, jets of water rushing out of her again and again, her body shaking, her screams growing louder, her pleasure peaking.
Bambam was pretty sure that if there was anyone in the gym, they would have surely heard Yeji screaming and come running in. Her screams were a symphony of pleasure, a testament to his skill, his touch, his ability to make her feel, to make her want, to make her come.
She took heavy breaths, her body trembling, her knees giving out, and she slumped on the floor after that intense orgasm. Her body was spent, her mind blank, and her voice gone. She was a picture of pure ecstasy, a testament to his skill, his touch, and his presence.
He leaned down, his eyes meeting hers, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Was that the first time you squirted?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his fingers still glistening with her juices. She nodded, her body too spent to form words, her eyes too glazed to focus, and her breath too ragged to speak.
He stood up, his cock hard, his body ready, his eyes never leaving hers. "Do you have the energy to even fuck me now?" he asked, his voice a challenge, his body a promise, and his eyes a tease.
Yeji, ever the non-giving-up, confident queen, grabbed onto the wash counter, standing up, her body trembling, her eyes determined. She climbed up, her legs spreading, her pussy on display, her desire evident. She looked at him, her eyes dark with lust, her body begging for more.
"I want that cock inside me today," she declared, her voice a mix of demand and plea, her body a testament to her desire, and her eyes a promise of pleasure. "I want to feel what Eonni felt; I want to fucking cum on that cock." Her words were a challenge, a promise, a tease, a torment, and a testament to her desire, her need, her want, and her lust. And he was ready, ready to give her what she wanted, what she needed, and what she deserved.
He rubbed his cock against her pussy lips, the sensation electric, her juices slick and inviting. The head of his cock glistened with her arousal, the promise of pleasure palpable. "What would your fans think?" he murmured, his voice a low growl, his eyes dark with lust, "seeing you spread your legs in front of me like a slut? All those male fans who thirst over your body, but here you are, craving for my thick, hard cock inside you."
Her moan was a sound of pure pleasure, a mix of anticipation and need, her body responding to his touch, his words, and his presence. Slowly, her hips arched, her body begging for more, her pussy lips parting, inviting him in.
The head of his cock entered her, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense. He groaned, the sound a mix of surprise and delight, his body trembling as he inched forward, her tightness enveloping him, her heat consuming him.
Her whole body arched, her back pressing against the counter, her breasts heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel him, inch by inch, filling her, stretching her, reshaping her insides.
The sensation was a mix of pain and pleasure, a storm of ecstasy, a symphony of sensation. His cock grazed every spot inside her, hitting all the right places, making her gasp, making her moan, and making her scream.
"Fuck," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper, her body trembling, her mind racing. "You're so big, so hot, so deep." Her words were a testament to her pleasure, her need, her desire, and her lust. She had never felt anything like this, never imagined that her insides could be reshaped, remoulded, and redefined by his cock.
His cock fully sheathed her, the sensation overwhelming, her insides burning, her body full, her mind racing. She could feel him, all of him—his length, his thickness, his heat, his hardness. His cock hit all the way to her womb, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure, a storm of ecstasy, a symphony of sensation. "Fucckkk," she moaned, the sound a mix of surprise and delight, her body trembling, her mind blank. She hugged his neck tightly, her body begging him to stay, to not move, to let her adjust, to let her feel, and to let her want.
Bambam stayed still, his cock fully inside her, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He gave her time – time to adjust, time to feel, time to want, and time to need. She bit his shoulders, her teeth sinking into his flesh, her body trembling, her mind racing, her need urgent. Slowly, she could feel her insides adjusting, her body accepting, her mind surrendering. She released his shoulders, her body relaxing, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes meeting his, a silent plea, a wordless request.
He took the hint, his body responding, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. He could feel her, her tight pussy gripping his cock, her insides soft and velvety, her heat consuming him, her wetness coating him. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure intense, the need urgent. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling, his mind racing, his control slipping.
He slowly leaned back, his hands finding her thighs, his grip firm, his touch possessive. He started thrusting; his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, deeper, harder, faster. Her hips arched, her body met his, her pussy took all of him, her insides adjusted, her body accepted, and her mind surrendered. "Aaaaah fuck," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper, her body trembling, her mind racing.
"Feels so goos, you are so hard inside me." Her words were a testament to her pleasure, her need, her desire, and her lust. She could feel him, his cock grazing her sensitive spots, his touch teasing, his intent clear, his goal singular – to make her come, to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her his.
He spread her legs to both sides, his grip firm, his touch possessive, his intent clear. He thrust inside her, his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, his body a picture of raw, primal power. She looked in front of her, her eyes taking in the sight of him, his ripped muscles all sweaty and flexing with each thrust, his body a testament to his strength, his endurance, and his skill.
She bit her lips, her teeth sinking into her flesh, her body trembling, her mind racing. Her hands found her boobs, squeezing, playing, teasing, her touch a contrast to his, soft and gentle, her moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure, a testament to her desire, her need, her lust.
He brought his fingers down to her pussy, his touch light, his movements deliberate, his intent clear. He started rubbing her clit, his fingers circling, his touch teasing, his movements in sync with his thrusts. His cock and his fingers worked on her pussy at the same time, a dance of pleasure, a symphony of sensation, a storm of ecstasy.
That was the spark needed, the final touch, the last straw. The sexy idol screamed, her stomach arching up, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching, her juices flowing, and her orgasm hitting her hard, fast, and intensely. She came on his cock, her body shaking, her mind blank, her voice gone.
He groaned, the sound a mix of surprise and delight, his body trembling, his control slipping. He could feel her, her pussy becoming tighter, clutching his cock like a vice, her insides milking him, her juices coating him. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure intense, the need urgent. He almost came then and there, his body begging for release, his mind racing, his control slipping.
But he managed, his body trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his mind racing. He rode out her orgasm. his hips moving, his cock sliding in and out, his fingers circling, his touch teasing, his intent clear, his goal singular – to make her come, to make her scream, to make her beg, to make her his. Her orgasm hit him again and again, her body shaking, her mind blank, her voice gone, her pleasure a testament to his skill, his touch, and his presence.
As the waves of her climax subsided, her body slumped against his, a boneless, quivering mess. But he gave her no respite. He pulled back slowly, almost to the tip, before thrusting deep once more, filling her completely. Her eyes, which had been blissfully shut, flew open, a fresh gasp tearing from her throat. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a sharp, exquisite ache deep inside her.
"No... I can't..." she whimpered, the words a lie her body was already betraying. Her hips began to move again, a slow, hypnotic grind against his, seeking the friction, chasing the phantom sensations of her last orgasm.
He leaned down, his sweat-slicked chest pressing against her soft breasts, his lips finding her ear. "Oh, you can," he growled, his voice a low, rough vibration that shot straight to her core. "You're going to take all of it. You're going to take every last inch until I'm done with you."
His pace changed, his thrusts becoming a merciless, driving rhythm. He pulled his fingers away from her clit, only to wrap his hand around her throat, not choking, but holding her, a gesture of absolute possession. His thumb pressed into the hollow of her neck, feeling the frantic, hummingbird beat of her pulse. The act of submission, of being so completely under his control, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.
She was losing herself, all thought dissolving into a haze of pure, unadulterated sensation. His cock was a brand, marking her as his with every powerful stroke. Her legs, which had been spread wide, now wrapped around his waist, locking him to her, pulling him deeper. She was no longer a "sexy idol," a carefully constructed public image. Here, in his arms, pinned beneath his powerful body, she was just a woman, raw and needy, screaming her pleasure into the curve of his shoulder.
The sight of her, so completely undone beneath him, was the final push he needed. He felt the tension in his own body coil tighter, his control snapping like a frayed rope. A guttural roar was torn from his chest as his own climax hit him, a violent, soul-shattering release. He pumped his seed deep inside her, his hips bucking, his body shuddering with the force of it. He felt her own body clench around him one last time, a final, echoing orgasm that met his own.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting presence, their bodies slick with sweat and spent passion. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged, desperate breathing, a testament to the storm they had just weathered together. He had made her come; he had made her scream; he had made her beg. And in the quiet, tangled aftermath, they both knew he had made her his.
He slowly pulled out of her, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet room. She let out a soft whimper at the loss of his fullness, her inner muscles clenching on empty space. He shifted his weight off her, and for a moment, they just lay side by side, their bodies slick and tangled, chests rising and falling in a shared, slowing rhythm.
He reached for a towel nearby, his movements lazy and deliberate. "Let's get you cleaned up," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He straddled her hips, his knees on either side of her waist, giving him full access. He started with her stomach, wiping away the sheen of sweat, but his touch was far from chaste. His knuckles brushed the undersides of her breasts, making her nipples tighten all over again.
As he moved the towel lower, down her thighs, he paused to admire his work. His seed was pearly and slick against the flushed skin of her inner thighs. He didn't just wipe it away; he used the warm, damp cloth to caress her, his fingers dipping into the folds of her pussy, gently cleaning the still-sensitive lips. His other hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb stroking the nipple in a lazy circle.
Yeji’s head lolled to the side, her eyes half-closed in a languid haze. Her body felt exquisitely sensitive, every touch a spark against her frayed nerves. It was in this state of vulnerable bliss that she spoke, her voice a husky whisper.
"Oppa..." she began, her gaze locking with his. "Who was better?" She bit her lip, a flicker of insecurity mixed with a new, possessive heat in her eyes. "Me... or Seulgi Eonni?"
He stopped cleaning, his hand resting on the juncture of her thighs, his thumb dangerously close to her clit. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned down, his lips close to hers, his breath a hot caress. "That's a very interesting question," he rumbled, his eyes glinting with a predatory light. He watched her flush as his thumb finally found its mark, brushing lightly against the still swollen nub, making her gasp and arch against his hand.
"And I think," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as his thumb continued its teasing circles, "I can't possibly give you an honest answer to that..." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing hers. "...until I've had you both. At the same time."
The audacity of his words, combined with the deliberate teasing of his fingers, sent a jolt of pure electricity through her. Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. The image flashed in her mind—her and Seulgi, together, with him—and a fresh wave of heat pooled low in her belly. She didn't protest. She just stared at him, her lips parted, a silent, breathless invitation for the debauchery he had just proposed.
