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BETTER THAN HER

stepmom!Jihyo x Male Reader feat. Yunjin

Tags: cheating, titfucking, teasing, cum on tits, sloppy blowjob

AN: Sorry for the slow uploads! I've been continuously writing stories!

You thought it would be a normal weekend. Yunjin, your girlfriend of nearly a year, had finally decided it was time to introduce you to her mom. You were nervous—who wouldn’t be? She rarely talked about her, and when she did, there was this vague edge to her tone… like she didn’t want to get too deep.

But none of that prepared you for Jihyo.

The door opened, and she stood there in a silky wine-colored blouse that showed just enough cleavage to confuse you, her pencil skirt hugging wide hips that swayed with casual dominance. Her makeup was subtle but flawless, her eyes sharp and assessing.

“You must be him,” she said, smiling in a way that felt like she already knew too much.

You swallowed and bowed slightly, mumbling a polite greeting. Jihyo tilted her head, eyes raking up and down your body—slow, deliberate, and definitely not motherly.

The three of you sat in the living room, wine glasses in hand. Yunjin was curled into your side, chatting excitedly about university life. You tried to focus on her, on the familiar comfort of her voice and her hand on your thigh.

But Jihyo… her gaze never left you.

She sat across, legs crossed with a knowing smirk, watching you sip from your glass. Every few seconds, her foot shifted slightly, heel teasing at her ankle strap, as if she wanted you to look. And when your eyes accidentally met hers, she smirked—not kindly, not casually.

Predatory.

“Be right back, babe. I need the bathroom,” Yunjin said suddenly, pecking your cheek and standing.

The moment she turned the corner—

“I see why she likes you,” Jihyo said smoothly, setting her glass down with a faint clink. “Cute. Polite. Nervous.”

You froze.

“I-I’m sorry?” you said, heart starting to race.

Jihyo stood. Walked toward you slowly. She leaned down, so close her breath tickled your ear.

“Let me guess,” she purred. “Yunjin’s still figuring things out. Still shy in bed. Still asks if it hurts when you slide inside?”

You nearly choked.

“I—uh—I don’t think—”

Her hand traced the top of your shoulder. “Relax. I’m not judging. She’s sweet. But don’t lie to yourself, baby boy… her pussy’s not even close to mine.”

You jolted away from her touch, face burning, but before you could say a word—

“Back!” Yunjin called cheerily from the hall.

Jihyo stepped back like nothing had happened, fixing her blouse with perfect calm. You stared straight ahead, heart hammering in your ears as Yunjin snuggled back into your side, oblivious.

That night, you lay beside Yunjin on the guest bed, her breathing slow and gentle as she fell asleep curled around your arm.

But you couldn’t sleep.

Jihyo’s voice kept echoing in your head. That gaze. The confidence. The threat. And underneath all of that—your shame.

Your hard-on pressed uncomfortably against your boxers.

You sighed and slowly slipped out from under Yunjin’s arm, padding softly out of the room to go use the bathroom downstairs.

The hallway was dark, quiet. You turned the corner—

And froze.

Jihyo stood at the end of the hall in a loose robe that was barely tied. Her cleavage spilled out from the top, the hem high enough to flash creamy thighs with every step she took toward you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she whispered.

“I—I just need the bathroom,” you muttered.

She stepped in close, fingers curling around your wrist.

“No. You need something else.”

Before you could resist, she dragged you into her bedroom and kicked the door shut with a soft click. She shoved you against the wall and pressed her body to yours—warm, soft, and dangerously firm.

“I love Yunjin,” you blurted.

Jihyo’s eyes glinted.

“Good,” she whispered, lips brushing yours. “Then you’ll know just how wrong this is when I fuck you better than she ever could.”

“Stop—I can’t—”

“Shhh.”

Her hand slid into your boxers, gripping your painfully hard cock.

“She doesn’t even know how to stroke you, does she? She probably treats this thing like it’ll break.”

She started stroking you slowly, fingers teasing the head.

“But I know what a cock like this needs. I’ve raised one. You think I can’t break one too?”

You gasped as she knelt, parting her robe just enough to expose full, heavy tits.

“You’ll cum on these, baby. You’ll cum for me.”

Her tongue dragged across the tip of your cock, slow and dangerous, eyes never leaving yours.

Jihyo devoured you like a starving woman—insatiable, relentless, and so in control it made your head spin.

Her knees hit the floor with practiced grace, her silk robe falling open just enough to flash the swell of her bare breasts. She didn’t ask. She didn’t hesitate. She just looked up at you with those dark, hungry eyes and took your cock into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the head first—slow, deliberate—teasing the slit until you twitched. Then her lips sealed around you and she sank deep. Your body seized.

“F-Fuck—” you choked, grabbing the edge of the dresser behind you for support, legs trembling.

Jihyo moaned low in her throat—on purpose—the vibration shooting straight through your core as she swallowed you inch by inch. Her throat flexed around your length, tight and hot, and when her nose touched your pelvis, she stayed there, gagging softly, loving it.

You looked down and saw it—spit drooling from the corners of her mouth, strings clinging to her chin, her chest, your thighs. Her eyes fluttered up, smug even as her throat spasmed around your cock.

She pulled off with a slick pop, panting, lips red and swollen.

“You’re already shaking,” she purred, slowly stroking your spit-soaked cock with one hand. “So sensitive. Poor thing. She doesn’t take care of you, does she?”

Before you could answer, she spat again—thick, wet, and hot—right onto your shaft, letting it drip all the way down before wrapping her tits around it.

“Oh fuck—” you gasped, knees locking.

She smirked. “Mmm. There we go.”

Her breasts engulfed you—soft, tight, warm. She squeezed them together, your cock snug between them as she began to slide you through, slowly at first, then faster. The spit made it slick, nasty. Each stroke pushed the head of your cock out the top, and each time she leaned forward and kissed it—wet, warm, possessive.

“You like this, don’t you?” she whispered. “Tell me the truth. Has Yunjin ever even looked at your cock like this?”

You tried to shake your head, tried to speak, but she cut you off by leaning forward and sucking your tip back into her mouth mid-stroke.

“Ah—Jihyo, please—fuck—”

She pulled off again with a laugh. “No, huh? Of course not. That little girl doesn’t know how to worship a cock. But I do.”

She started bouncing her tits faster now, hands squeezing tighter, fucking your cock between them with obscene slaps of skin and spit.

“Look at you. Twitching. Gasping. Losing your mind from a titfuck. You’re hers? No, baby. You belong to me.”

You whimpered—helpless, eyes fluttering. She leaned forward again, whispering as her tits pounded against your thighs.

“Beg,” she hissed. “Beg to cum on mommy’s tits.”

“I—I can’t—”

“You will. Say it.”

Your hips jerked involuntarily.

“Please—please, Jihyo—let me cum on your tits—I’m gonna—”

Suddenly—

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Your heart stopped.

Jihyo froze for half a second, then slowly turned her head. She was still stroking you with her tits, her hands on either side of them, skin glistening with sweat and spit. Her hair was wild, her mouth still wet, her cheeks flushed. She looked like sin incarnate.

And standing in the doorway—was Yunjin.

Her face was pale with shock, twisting into something between betrayal and fury. Her hands shook at her sides. “What the hell are you doing to him?!”

“Baby, I—” you stammered, words tripping over the edge of your tongue, but it was already too late.

Your body, traitorous and unthinking, clenched and spasmed. You groaned as your orgasm ripped through you, hips twitching helplessly as thick ropes of cum shot up Jihyo’s chest, streaking her skin, her neck, even her cheek. A strand caught in her hair. Her smile only grew as she kept stroking you, slow and cruel, milking every drop with calculated precision.

“Oops,” she whispered, not even looking at Yunjin. “Too late.”

Yunjin’s eyes were wide, blinking rapidly, her chest rising and falling as if she couldn’t breathe. Her mouth opened like she wanted to scream, but no sound came.

“Get. Out.” Her voice cracked on the last word, low and shaking.

You reached for her, panic and guilt rising in your throat—but she backed away like you were poison, her eyes already shining with tears. The door slammed shut so hard the frame rattled.

Silence.

Jihyo exhaled through her nose, amused, then wiped a slow finger through the mess on her chest and brought it to her lips. She licked it clean—one long, obscene motion—her eyes never once leaving the door Yunjin had just fled through.

“Well,” she purred, rising to her feet, bare and glistening, “guess I’ll be the only one calling you baby now.”

You stood there frozen—sweat cooling on your skin, breath uneven, heart hammering. Your cock was softening, spent and glistening with her spit and your cum. The shame hit in waves, creeping up from your stomach, squeezing your ribs, clawing into your throat like it wanted to choke you from the inside out.

She baited you. She broke you. And you let her.

“I didn’t want this,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “I didn’t ask for this.”

Jihyo’s laugh was low, amused, sharp as broken glass. “You begged for it.”

She stepped closer, bare feet on the hardwood floor, tits still glistening, a smudge of your release trailing down her sternum like a claim. She reached out, dragging her nails across your chest gently, like you were some prized possession she’d finally unwrapped.

“You loved it,” she added, quieter now. “Don’t insult me by pretending otherwise.”

You recoiled slightly. “I love Yunjin.”

Jihyo’s expression didn’t change. She looked at you like that confession was cute, like a child clinging to a broken toy.

“You loved Yunjin,” she corrected. “Past tense. But she’s not here anymore, is she? She ran. Like a girl. Because she couldn’t handle the truth.”

She slid a hand down your stomach, her fingers ghosting along your skin. You flinched when they brushed your soft cock.

“You can lie to her all you want,” Jihyo said, her tone coiling with hunger, “but don’t lie to me. Your body knows who owns it now.”

You clenched your jaw, throat dry. “You ruined everything.”

Her lips curled, almost proud. “No. I just revealed everything. You were already drifting. Already curious. I just… opened the door.”

She turned from you, walking slowly across the room, her hips swaying like she wanted to taunt the memory of your orgasm back to life. She picked up her robe, but made no effort to cover herself—just draped it loosely over her shoulders, her body still on display, as if your cum was part of her now.

“I’ve had men look at me like that before,” she said as she stared out the window. “Hungry. Desperate. Guilty.”

She glanced back at you, eyes dark and glinting with satisfaction.

“They always come back.”

You staggered a step backward. The dresser behind you creaked as you leaned into it for support, suddenly aware of how sore your legs were, how weak your knees had become. Your brain was racing, overloaded. The air felt thick with the smell of sex, sweat, perfume, and salt.

“Why?” you asked. “Why her? Why… do this to your daughter?”

Jihyo’s laugh this time was hollow, deeper.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said softly. “You think this was about Yunjin?”

She turned toward you again, walking slowly, deliberately, until she was just inches from your chest. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper.

“This was about you.”

You tried to breathe, but your lungs felt tight, your body still betraying you with the ghost of arousal curling in your gut, despite the disgust and regret gnawing at your ribs.

“She never knew how to handle a man like you. I do. I knew the moment I saw you. The way you watched me when you thought I wasn’t looking. The way you fidgeted. The way you got hard the second I said her pussy wasn’t enough.”

You turned your head away, shame crawling up your neck like heat.

“But now?” she whispered, her voice velvet and smoke. “Now you’re mine. And I’ll make sure you never forget how good it felt to be ruined.”

Her hand wrapped around your cock again—not to tease, not to arouse, but to remind. Her grip was gentle, almost affectionate, like she was holding something fragile she already knew how to break.

You pulled away finally, jerking out of her grasp with a gasp, like you’d come out of a trance.

“I—I have to go,” you muttered. “I need to find her.”

Jihyo didn’t stop you. She just smiled again, that same cruel, knowing smile.

“Go ahead. Run to her. Try to explain why you came on her mother’s tits.”

Her words were calm, but they hit like knives. You grabbed your pants and slipped them on clumsily, your hands trembling. Your shirt was across the room, half-crumpled, and stained with sweat. You ignored it. You just had to get out.

But as you fumbled for the door handle, she called after you, sing-song and cruel:

“Tell her I said thank you for sharing.”

You burst out into the hallway, the silence of the house oppressive. Yunjin was gone—her bedroom door wide open, the guest sheets thrown off, her shoes missing from the front step.

You were alone.

You were trapped.

And Jihyo… was still in the room behind you, humming softly to herself, wiping your cum from her chest like it was lotion, sealing the sin into her skin.

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Jealousy (Mina)

You and your girlfriend Mina, a member of Twice, have recently been too busy with your respective schedules to spend much time together. It’s been nearly a month since you last met, and the longing between you burns like a wildfire in your heart, keeping you restless night after night. Mina has just returned from a trip to France and, instead of resting, headed straight to the company to shoot a Dance Challenge with Amaru, a member of the junior group Kickflip. You know that Mina and Amaru’s parents have been friends for years, and the two have been close since childhood, but that doesn’t stop a twinge of jealousy from flaring up in your chest, a burning desire to pull her into your arms immediately. After all, it’s been a whole month without proper time together, and the mix of yearning and unease makes you crave her every move.

Back home, Mina pushes open the door, her face weary yet adorned with a captivating smile. She’s dressed in a casual yet enticing outfit—a white crop top that bares her flat stomach and slender waist, paired with loose-fitting blue jeans that gather slightly at the ankles, accentuating her long legs, and high-top black sneakers that add a playful touch. Her black hair cascades like a waterfall, exuding natural charm, and as it sways, a fresh scent wafts from her. She sets down her luggage and saunters toward you, her hips swaying subtly, the curves beneath her jeans teasingly visible. She speaks softly, “This trip really wore me out, and Amaru dragged me into a Dance Challenge… I’m sorry I haven’t been with you lately.” Her voice is as sweet as honey, her eyes carrying an apologetic glint, yet hinting at a seductive promise for the night.

You look at her, suppressing the jealousy in your heart, and gently take her hand, your fingertips brushing her soft palm. Mina moves closer on her own, the skin beneath her crop top rising and falling with her breath, releasing waves of intoxicating fragrance. She traces her fingers lightly across your chest, her voice low and alluring, “I’ve missed you so much this past month… How about I make it up to you tonight? I’ll put on that pink stage outfit and focus all my attention on you, okay?” Her eyes sparkle with excitement and teasing, a faint smile curling her lips, sending your heartbeat racing and igniting desire within you. You nod, replying gently, “Sure, let me see how enticing that stage outfit can be.” Mina smiles brightly, turns, and heads to the bedroom, the curve of her hips swaying under the jeans, leaving a tantalizing afterimage that sets your blood ablaze.

A moment later, Mina emerges, having shed her casual wear for that sexy pink stage outfit—a pink lace bodysuit with an off-shoulder design, sheer long sleeves like a delicate mist wrapping her slender arms, the skirt hugging her figure with seductive lace and straps that cinch her flat stomach and tiny waist, the short hem teasingly revealing her long legs, paired with white fishnet stockings and high heels, radiating a fresh yet dangerously alluring vibe. Her black hair is styled up, adorned with a black hairpiece like stars in the night sky, adding a touch of elegance and coquetry. She approaches you slowly, kneels, her eyes gleaming like stars, brimming with provocation. She undoes your pants, revealing your already erect member, its heat rushing toward her, exuding a masculine scent. She extends her pink tongue, gently licking the tip, the warm, wet sensation gliding like silk, making you tremble and groan, “Mmm… Mina…” She looks up, her eyes filled with a hint of seduction, her long lashes fluttering as she whispers, “Tonight, I’ll serve you well…” Her voice is a seductive murmur, as if whispered in your ear, stirring your deepest desires.

Mina opens her mouth, slowly taking your member inside, her warm mouth enveloping you like a hot spring, her tongue deftly swirling around it, sometimes teasing the sensitive tip, sometimes sliding along the shaft, leaving trails of wet saliva. Her hands gently grip the base, her warm palms stroking in rhythm with her oral movements, producing sticky “slurp” sounds like an erotic symphony. Waves of tingling pleasure surge from below, and you can’t help but grab her hair, the hairpiece swaying with her motions, the sheer sleeve slipping to reveal her pale collarbone, enhancing her allure. Mina speeds up, taking you deeper, her throat contracting as if sucking you in, nearly pushing you over the edge. Sensing your reaction, she releases you, her tongue lightly brushing your balls, her hot breath grazing your skin as she murmurs, “Not yet… I want you to fuck me first…” Her voice drips with temptation, her moist lips radiating deadly sexiness, fueling your burning desire.

You pull Mina up, pressing her onto the couch. She willingly spreads her legs, revealing her pink, dripping pussy, already soaked, her juices glistening like pearls, exuding a potent feminine scent that leaves you parched. You lean down, licking her lips, your tongue flicking her clit, the soft bud quivering under your touch, eliciting a trembling moan as she clutches your hair, pulling you deeper between her thighs, “Ah… so sensitive… go deeper…” You quicken your tongue’s pace, mimicking thrusts, tasting her sweet nectar and feeling her inner walls contract. Her breathing grows rapid, her body writhing, the fishnets shimmering under the light, her juices trailing down her thighs, soaking the couch. Her moans escalate into shrill cries, “Ah… I can’t take it… I’m going to cum…” Before she finishes, her body convulses, a hot stream erupting from her pussy, splashing your face with her scent, driving you wilder.

Mina, catching the hunger in your eyes, chuckles softly and lies back on the couch, lifting her legs high and pressing them toward her chest in a mating press position. Facing you, her eyes lock onto yours, the fishnet-clad legs glowing seductively under the light. She hikes up the bodysuit, exposing her wet pussy and tight ass, the pink lace a second layer of temptation on her skin. Biting her lip, she teases, “Come on… take me hard in this mating press, let me feel every thrust.” Her pose is exposed and inviting, her long lashes hiding boundless desire, as if challenging your endurance.

You kneel before her, hands supporting her hips, pressing her legs closer to her chest, fully exposing her pussy. Gripping your member, you align it with her slick entrance and thrust in deeply, feeling her warm, tight vagina envelop you like velvet, her body trembling as she whispers, “Ah… so deep… you’re fucking me so good…” The mating press allows your member to reach her deepest spots, her juices overflowing, trickling down her ass crack, filling the air with an enticing aroma.

You begin thrusting, starting slow then building speed, each stroke slamming into her core, the slapping sounds echoing as if you’re conquering her body. Her ass quivers with each motion, her face-to-face gaze hazy, moans growing wilder, “Ah… too deep… you’re hitting me inside… I’m losing it…” Her pussy tightens, gripping you, the inner walls pulsing like a seductive dance, delivering intense pleasure. One hand slides to her chest, kneading her erect nipples through the lace, her breasts bouncing in your palm, while the other spanks her ass, leaving faint red marks, her trembling skin amplifying her sexiness. She cries out but pushes back, “Ah… spank me more… I love it…”

You vary your rhythm—fast bursts followed by slow, deep thrusts—your member plunging in and out, striking her core, her juices flowing like a stream, soaking your union. Her moans rise to a peak, “Oh… God… this position is too much… I’m cumming…” Her body shakes violently, her pussy clenching, a hot gush soaking your lower abdomen, trailing down her fishnets with a strong feminine scent. Undeterred, you keep thrusting, feeling her inner tremors. Her breasts jiggle under your kneading, nipples hard as ripe fruit; you lean down, sucking one, your tongue circling the tip, occasionally nipping, the sucking sounds blending with her cries. Facing you, she screams, “Ah… don’t stop… suck me… I’m going crazy…” Her voice cracks with tears, her eyes fixed on you, glistening, clearly overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Cum inside… let me feel your heat…” Mina begs breathlessly, her voice thick with longing, her moist lips glowing with seduction. Unable to hold back, you thrust to the hilt, roaring as you release a torrent of hot semen into her, the thick fluid filling her vagina with warmth. She convulses, climaxing repeatedly, her pussy milking you dry, mixing with her juices to drip onto the couch in a lewd display. Panting, she kisses you, her tongue invading your mouth, murmuring, “It’s amazing…”

After a brief rest, Mina’s eyes reignite with desire. She gently pushes you away, straddling you in a cowgirl position, hands on your chest. Her pussy, still slick, wraps around your member, sending waves of pleasure, her inner heat like molten lava. She kisses your neck, her tongue teasing your earlobe, her warm breath making you shiver as she whispers, “Now it’s my turn… I’ll make you feel incredible…” Her movements accelerate, hips rising and falling, each descent swallowing you deep, producing sticky wet sounds, the pink sheer fabric slipping to reveal her enticing breasts and flat stomach, nipples gleaming under the light.

You grip her waist, feeling the cool straps, matching her rhythm with upward thrusts, your member driving in and out, delivering ecstasy. Her moans resume, “Ah… so hard… you’re hard again… I want more…” Her breasts sway, nipples faintly visible through the sheer fabric; you can’t resist kneading them, feeling their soft bounce, her heartbeat pulsing in your palm. Her nipples harden under your fingers; a gentle pinch elicits a sharp cry, “Ah… don’t pinch… too sensitive…” You quicken your pace, your member churning inside her, each thrust hitting her deepest point, her core quivering, juices gushing like a spring, drenching you with a potent scent.

Mina slows, switching to a nine-shallow-one-deep rhythm, teasing you with light drops and sudden plunges, her inner walls contracting like a lover’s whisper, taunting your nerves. She kisses you deeply, tongues entwining, saliva mixing as she murmurs, “I’ll make you feel so good…” Her movements grow more seductive, hips twisting provocatively, the hairpiece swaying, adding to her allure. You thrust upward in response, your member plunging in and out, waves of pleasure building. Her moans turn wilder, “Ah… too deep… you’re fucking me so good… I’m cumming…” Her pussy tightens, a hot stream soaking your abdomen with her scent, driving you wilder. Feeling your own release nearing, you growl, shooting into her again; she trembles, collapsing in post-climax bliss, gasping, “You… you’re amazing…”

Your desire remains unquenched. You gently flip her, positioning Mina on her stomach with her ass raised, ready for anal. She turns to look at you, a mix of shyness and anticipation in her eyes, lips parting slightly as she whispers, “Be gentle… my ass is my sensitive spot…” You caress her ass, feeling its silky softness, then use her juices to lubricate her tight hole, massaging gently. She hums softly, body quivering, the fishnets glowing under the light, murmuring, “Mmm… so good… you know how sensitive it is…” Turns out, her ass has been explored before, its sensitivity heightened by experience, a hidden source of pleasure.

You grip your member, slowly entering her tight anus, feeling an unprecedented tightness and warmth, her inner walls like flames around you. Mina moans in satisfaction, pushing back to take more, “Ah… so tight… but so good… deeper…” You pause, letting her adjust, then start slow thrusts, her anus clenching you, delivering intense pleasure. One hand slides to her pussy, rubbing her clit, the other spanking her ass, leaving red marks, her trembling skin enhancing her allure. Her moans grow complex, blending pleasure and excitement, “Ah… it hurts… but feels so good… fuck my ass… I love it…”

You accelerate, your member plunging in and out of her tight hole, each thrust intense. Her ass jiggles with each impact, the slapping sounds filling the room, her moans escalating, “Ah… too deep… you’re fucking my ass so good… harder…” Her anus contracts with your rhythm, the tightness turning to frenzied pleasure; you knead her breast with one hand, stimulating her clit with the other, delivering triple ecstasy. Her body shakes, pussy and anus clenching simultaneously, “Ah… I can’t… my sensitive spots are cumming…”

Her body convulses, a hot stream from her pussy, her anus tightening around you, inner walls pulsing like a lover’s embrace. Unable to resist, you roar, releasing a flood of hot semen deep into her ass, the thick fluid filling her, trickling down her crack in a lewd display. Mina spasms, the aftershocks leaving her limp on the couch, panting, “You… you’re too good at fucking my ass… I’m so satisfied…”

You gently lift her into your arms, letting her rest against your chest as you both catch your breath. You stroke her hair, saying softly, “Mina, I missed you so much this month. Without you, something feels missing.” She looks up, a tender glint in her eyes, replying gently, “Me too… every time I doing photo shooting, I think of you, longing to return to your arms.” You hold her tightly, kissing her forehead, whispering, “You’re everything to me. No matter how busy, I’ll wait for you.” Mina smiles softly, nestling into your chest, murmuring, “I love you… let’s spend more time together tonight, okay?” Her warm, sweet voice warms your heart, and you both bask in this intimate moment.

But the calm is soon broken. Mina sits up suddenly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Her hand slides down, gently grasping your member, starting to stroke. Her fingers deftly tease the tip, sending tingles through you, her warm palm enveloping you, reigniting your desire. She leans close, her lips near your ear, whispering, “Not enough yet… I want you to fuck me again…” Her voice is a spellbinding lure, her pace quickening, irresistible. You growl, scooping her up and heading to the bedroom, ready to unleash your passion on her once more.

In the bedroom, you lay Mina on the bed; she spreads her legs, the pink lace bodysuit hiked up, revealing her still-wet pussy and tight ass. The fishnets glow under the light as you grip your member, thrusting into her pussy hard. She cries out, “Ah… so deep… harder…” You pound relentlessly, each thrust hitting her core, the slapping sounds filling the room. Her breasts bounce under the sheer fabric; you knead one nipple, spanking her ass with the other, igniting her sensitive spots. Her moans turn wild, “Ah… so good… fuck me… I’m cumming…” Her pussy clenches, a hot stream erupting as you release inside her, both reaching climax, lost in ecstasy.

[samuelsooped]

Reader gets sold at a slave auction by Nayeon and Jihyo. Once they arrive at the girls shared penthouse the girls give the reader an option, Submit willingly or The girls make him submit the hard way. Some smut would make it better

SIGNED TO SUBMIT

Dom!Nayeon & Dom!Jihyo x Sub!Male Reader

Tags: titfucking, orgasm control, heavy edging, teasing, double dom, powerplay, degradation, cumshot, cum on tits, cum on mouth, rough sex, messy

You remember the sound of the contract being stamped. Official. Heavy. Final. The auction might’ve been just symbolic, some weird, elite kink club ritual — but the moment Nayeon whispered “Sold” in your ear, you knew you were theirs. You had signed up for this. You had wanted this.

...You just didn’t realize what this would feel like.

The penthouse door clicked shut behind you. Luxurious. Silent. A few steps inside and your shirt was already being pulled off.

“Clothes off,” Jihyo said simply, standing by the window, backlit by the city. Her tone didn’t rise — didn’t need to. Her presence filled the room more than her voice ever could.

Nayeon was behind you, smirking, lips brushing your ear.

“You heard her,” she whispered, dragging a finger down your spine. “Unless you want me to rip them off. I wouldn’t mind.”

You quickly started undressing. Nayeon giggled, watching you fumble with your belt.

“So obedient already?” she teased. “Didn’t even need the leash yet.”

“I like that,” Jihyo said, approaching. She looked you over once — then ran her fingers through your hair, tugging gently but firmly, tilting your head up to meet her gaze. “But we still need to be sure. So I’ll ask once, and only once.”

Her voice dropped, husky. Dominant.

“Do you submit to us?”

Your breath hitched. You nodded. She raised an eyebrow.

“Words.”

“I submit,” you murmured. “To both of you.”

Nayeon gave a delighted hum and slid her arm around your chest from behind, nails lightly scratching. “Then we’ll take such good care of you, baby,” she purred. “Just… our way.”

They led you to the bedroom. Clean lines. Velvet sheets. A single, black velvet box on the bed.

“On your knees,” Jihyo said. You obeyed.

Nayeon opened the box — inside, a thick leather collar, a single silver ring in the center. She held it in front of your face like a gift and a threat.

“This is your last chance,” she said, eyes gleaming. “Once this goes on, we play for real. You obey. You beg. You take what we give.”

“And you don’t cum,” Jihyo added smoothly, crossing her arms. “Not unless one of us gives permission. Understood?”

You swallowed.

“Yes. I understand.”

Click.

The collar was fastened. Tight, but not uncomfortable. Heavy. Real.

“Good boy,” Nayeon whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Now the fun starts.”

You were on your back, wrists bound to the bedposts. Nayeon straddled your stomach, wearing nothing but thigh-highs and a silk robe that barely stayed on her shoulders. She trailed a riding crop across your chest.

“Jihyo says I can’t break you yet,” she pouted, flicking your nipple lightly. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you beg.”

Jihyo stood by the foot of the bed, arms folded, watching.

“Nayeon,” she warned. “He gets three strikes. Don’t be the reason he fails test one.”

Nayeon’s smirk widened. “Oh, he’ll fail. But I won’t.”

You gasped as the crop struck your inner thigh — not hard, just sharp. Teasing. Nayeon leaned down, brushing her lips over your ear again.

“I want to hear how badly you want it,” she whispered. “I want you to cry for it.”

Her hand wrapped around your cock — slow, deliberate strokes, her thumb cruelly avoiding the tip just when you needed it most.

“You feel that?” she asked sweetly. “That ache? That’s mine now.”

You moaned. She didn’t stop. Just kept edging, stroking, teasing. Every time you twitched too close, she stopped. Laughed. Slapped your thigh.

“Not yet,” she’d say. “Beg prettier.”

“Please,” you groaned, hips bucking.

“Strike one,” Jihyo said coolly from the corner. “No thrusting. He knows better.”

You froze. Nayeon giggled and flicked your cock with the crop. “Ooh, naughty. She’s gonna punish you for that.”

Jihyo moved to the bed. Her presence changed the air. She leaned down and gripped your jaw.

“Color?” she asked, voice low.

“Green,” you breathed.

She nodded — then smacked your cheek. Not hard. Not painful. Just possessive.

“You’ll learn,” she murmured, crawling over you. “Tonight, you learn who you belong to.”

She slid her soaked panties down and straddled your face.

“Lick.”

You did.

You had no idea how long it had been. Your face was covered in Jihyo’s slick, your body trembling from Nayeon’s relentless edging. The room spun. You couldn’t think.

Nayeon was whispering filth into your ear, jerking you off with cruel, slow strokes. Jihyo sat on your chest, feeding you her fingers.

“You want to cum?” Nayeon cooed. “Beg Jihyo.”

“Beg me properly,” Jihyo said. “Or I’ll edge you until sunrise.”

You sobbed. “Please. I need to. I’ve been good. I need it. Please, Mistress—please.”

They shared a glance.

Nayeon smiled. “Aww. He called you Mistress first. How cute.”

“Let him,” Jihyo said.

Nayeon leaned down, lips brushing yours.

“Cum for us, baby.”

You exploded. Loud. Messy. Shaking.

And Nayeon didn’t stop.

“Oh, did I say once?” she said sweetly. “Oops. Guess we’ll go again.”

Your body wasn’t yours anymore.

It belonged to them—every inch, every twitch, every pathetic whimper ripped from your throat by the lips, hands, and voices of the two women who owned you.

You didn’t know how long it had been since Nayeon fastened the collar around your neck. Time blurred under their touch. There were no clocks in the penthouse bedroom. Only Jihyo’s commanding presence and Nayeon’s cruel smirk. Only their bodies. Their orders. Their game.

You were their toy, strung up on satin sheets, wrists bound to the corners of the headboard, legs spread wide. Naked. Hard. Dripping.

And they were still nowhere near done with you.

Nayeon dragged a single fingernail along your thigh, her pink tongue flicking across her lower lip. “Still hard,” she murmured with delight, looking up at you from between your legs. “You’re more obedient than I expected.”

“More desperate, you mean,” Jihyo said coolly from the chaise by the window. She hadn’t touched you in over twenty minutes—she didn’t need to. Her gaze alone kept you squirming. “Look at the way he’s panting. He’s starving.”

Nayeon giggled. “Aww. Poor puppy.” She leaned in, her breath ghosting over your cock. “How many times did I edge you already? Four? Five?”

You swallowed hard. “S-six, Miss…”

“Good boy,” she purred, giving your tip a slow, wicked lick. “You can count.”

From the other side of the room, Jihyo’s voice rang out—calm but absolute.

“Don’t you dare cum.”

Your entire body tensed.

“I-I won’t.”

“You better not,” Nayeon said, pumping your shaft with two fingers, wet and sloppy. “Because if you do…” She grinned and pressed her cheek to your thigh. “We’ll ruin you.”

Nayeon dragged her tongue along the underside of your cock, featherlight, teasing. Her pace was torturous—long licks, soft sucks, just enough stimulation to drive you insane. Every time your hips tried to buck, she’d pull away and slap your thigh.

“Don’t move,” she warned, sing-song and cruel. “Only good boys stay still.”

Jihyo finally rose from her seat and made her way toward the bed, her robe sliding off her shoulders. She climbed on slowly, her movements regal, unhurried—like a queen inspecting her property.

She straddled your chest, hair cascading over her shoulders, then leaned forward until her lips were just above your ear.

“Are you suffering?” she whispered.

“Yes,” you breathed, trembling. “So much…”

“Good.”

She moved forward without another word, planting her knees on either side of your head and settling her heat right over your mouth.

“Open.”

You obeyed instantly. Her taste overwhelmed you. You moaned into her, tongue working desperately as she began to grind down, slow and commanding.

Below, Nayeon took you fully into her mouth—warm, wet, suffocating. Your legs jerked.

“Strike two,” Jihyo said calmly, hips rolling. “We said no bucking.”

The sensation was unbearable—your cock throbbing in Nayeon’s mouth while Jihyo’s pussy smothered your face. You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All you could do was feel.

Nayeon bobbed her head slowly, humming. Her hands pinned your thighs down while she hollowed her cheeks and edged you right to the brink—again.

And again.

And again.

You cried into Jihyo, tongue still working even as your muscles twitched and your brain screamed.

“I can feel you,” Nayeon murmured between sucks. “You’re right there, aren’t you?”

“Hold it,” Jihyo demanded, fingers tangling in your hair. “Or you’ll regret it.”

You tried. God, you tried.

But then Nayeon did one thing differently.

She moaned.

A single, sweet, guttural sound that vibrated through her throat—and that was it.

You snapped.

Your orgasm hit like lightning—hot, fast, impossible to stop. You groaned into Jihyo’s folds, helpless as your cock pulsed and spilled down Nayeon’s throat.

She pulled back with a pop, and a string of cum snapped between her lips and your tip.

“Oh my god,” she said gleefully. “He came. He actually came.”

Jihyo pulled off your face slowly, licking her lips.

“Did he really?”

You nodded weakly, chest heaving.

“I… I’m sorry…”

Nayeon giggled, licking your cum off her fingers like frosting. “That wasn’t permission, puppy.”

Jihyo’s eyes darkened.

“That was a mistake.”

They untied you, only to flip you onto your stomach, your body still twitching from the orgasm. Nayeon climbed onto your back, pinning you there with her weight as she leaned down, her lips against your ear.

“You’re not getting another one tonight,” she whispered, dragging her nails down your spine. “Not unless we say.”

“And you’re going to learn what it really means to wear that collar,” Jihyo added, wrapping a leash around it and giving it a light tug.

Nayeon reached around to cup your oversensitive cock.

“Still hard,” she marveled. “Perfect.”

She gave it a stroke.

You screamed.

“Aw, did that hurt?” she asked sweetly. “Good.”

Last night, you were theirs.

No—you were wrecked. Stripped bare, physically and mentally. Orgasm denied, pushed to the brink, and then… punished. They had reduced you to nothing but moans, apologies, and heat.

You remembered Nayeon's giggles as she slapped your cock when you whimpered from overstimulation. Jihyo's palm on your ass, the way she muttered, "You're learning."

Eventually, it ended.

Your body collapsed in their arms. They cleaned you. Draped a silk robe over your sore frame. Jihyo whispered, “Good boy,” as she adjusted your collar and pulled you into her chest. Nayeon cuddled behind, her hands tracing the marks she left on your thighs like a sculptor admiring her own work.

That was the last thing you remembered.

You woke up tangled between their bodies.

Nayeon was already awake, phone in hand, casually scrolling through pictures of you from the night before. Her smirk widened when she noticed your eyes flutter open.

“Morning, baby,” she said sweetly. “Sleep well after cumming without permission?”

Your throat was dry. “Yes… Miss.”

She reached over and tugged the leash still clipped to your collar.

“You’re not off the hook. You’ll pay for it today.”

You felt Jihyo stir behind you. She rolled over slowly, her arm draping across your waist. Still drowsy, she nuzzled into your shoulder.

“He needs food first,” she murmured. “We broke him last night. Let him eat. Then we break him again.”

Nayeon sighed dramatically. “Ugh, fine. I’ll cook. But don’t think this means you’re safe.”

She leaned over and kissed your temple.

“You’re just in the eye of the storm.”

They let you rest. You ate. Showered. And for a few hours, it almost felt like they’d forgotten you were their plaything.

Until Jihyo stepped back into the bedroom with nothing but a towel over her chest and gave a single order:

“Kneel.”

You dropped instantly to your knees.

She let the towel fall.

Her full breasts bounced softly as she walked toward you. “Good. Now crawl to the bed.”

Your knees hit the carpet.

“Slower,” Nayeon said from the doorway, arms crossed, robe barely clinging to her shoulders. “I want to watch him struggle.”

You made it to the edge of the bed, heart racing. Jihyo sat down, spreading her legs, guiding your head between her soft thighs. You expected to be smothered again.

Instead, she grabbed your hair, leaned back, and cupped her breasts.

“I want you between these.”

She spit on them first—slow, messy—then squeezed her tits together and gave a single nod.

“Put your cock between them.”

You stood shakily, cock already half-hard. She guided it between the soft weight of her breasts and gave one commanding squeeze.

Your knees buckled.

“Stay still,” she said, and began to move.

She slid them up and down slowly, her tongue flicking over your tip every other stroke. You whimpered, trying to stay upright as pleasure coiled in your belly again—too soon, too much.

“Oh, look at him,” Nayeon purred from the bed. She began rubbing herself lazily while watching. “He’s already falling apart. You’re such a slut for tits, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Miss,” you groaned.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’m a slut for Mistress Jihyo’s tits.”

“Say it louder,” Jihyo snapped, squeezing tighter, stroking faster.

“I’m a slut for your tits, Mistress!”

“That’s better.”

Jihyo leaned forward, letting her spit dribble down onto your cock, her cleavage hot and slick.

She moved faster.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Nayeon warned, fingers now buried between her thighs. “You cum without permission again, and I’ll ruin you.”

You trembled.

“I-I don’t think I can hold it…”

Jihyo smirked and let your tip rest against her tongue again.

“You’re going to.”

You gasped—your orgasm just a breath away.

Then Jihyo stopped.

“On the bed,” she said firmly.

You collapsed onto it, twitching, dripping precum onto the sheets.

Nayeon grinded against your thigh, breath hot on your face.

“Now the real torture starts.”

Your body was already shaking before the real game began.

You were still tied, half-limp, cock twitching after Jihyo’s brutal titfuck session. Nayeon leaned over you with a sadistic smile, one hand on your thigh, the other trailing slow patterns along your chest like she was deciding where to carve her name.

“Oh, baby,” she cooed, mock-sympathetic. “You’re already sore? Already aching?”

She gave your tip a light slap.

You twitched and groaned.

“You’ve got at least five to six more loads left in you,” she whispered. “And we’re gonna take every single one.”

“She’s right,” Jihyo said, sitting cross-legged at the edge of the bed, watching you like a queen observing a trembling offering. “We’re not stopping until you’ve got nothing left.”

It started with Jihyo crawling onto your lap, straddling you with her toned thighs and lowering herself slowly onto your cock. Her expression barely changed as your shaft stretched her open — practiced, controlled, her pace devastatingly slow.

You sobbed.

“God… Mistress…”

She cut you off by grabbing your throat — not choking, just holding. Her grip firm. Possessive.

“You don’t get to call God,” she said calmly. “You call me.”

She sank all the way down.

Your hips bucked instinctively. Her hand squeezed harder.

“Stay still.”

You tried. You failed. You couldn’t help it. She was so warm, so tight. You were still on the edge from before. It didn’t take long.

“M-Mistress—please—I’m close already—”

“Then cum inside me,” she said coldly. “Now.”

The command broke you.

You came hard, deep inside her. Jihyo held herself down on you, keeping every pulse buried inside her, watching your face twist in sweet agony as your body trembled under hers.

She didn’t move. She didn’t let you go soft.

She leaned down, whispered into your ear.

“That’s one.”

Before your body could relax, Nayeon shoved Jihyo off of you with a dramatic roll of her eyes.

“My turn,” she said with a wicked grin, crawling over your chest.

She lined your cock up to her soaked entrance and slammed herself down without warning.

“Fuck,” you cried out, body jerking.

Nayeon laughed, grinding her hips in fast, messy circles. “Oh, are you already sensitive? Poor thing.”

She didn’t give you time to answer. She started bouncing — fast, hard, brutal. Her tits bounced with each slam, sweat gleaming down her neck. Her hands grabbed your shoulders, her thighs clamped around your sides.

“You don’t cum,” she warned, voice breathless, “until I say.”

You tried. You failed again.

Your balls clenched. Your vision blurred.

“M-Miss—can’t—!”

“Now,” she hissed, just as your tip hit her deepest spot.

You came inside her hard — again. This time messier, twitchier. Your hips buckled. You cried out something halfway between her name and a broken apology.

She rode you through it, milking every drop.

Then she leaned back, smirking.

“That’s two.”

Your cock was slick and twitching, but still hard.

“Up,” Jihyo ordered. She knelt at the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs slightly, pushing her tits together in your face.

“Use them. Cum on them. Make it messy.”

You didn’t even have to stroke. Just the pressure and friction of her soft skin around your cock was enough.

You whimpered as you fucked her chest desperately.

Nayeon crouched beside you, watching like a proud handler.

“Look at him,” she whispered. “He’s so fucking desperate now. He needs to cum on you.”

Jihyo grinned.

“Do it. Cum on my tits. Don’t you dare hold back.”

Your body convulsed. You groaned through clenched teeth and spilled everything across her chest, ropes of cum painting her skin and dripping down to her stomach.

She let out a low moan and smeared it with her fingers.

“That’s three.”

“Still not done,” Nayeon sang, grabbing your leash and dragging you to her.

She knelt between your legs and sucked you in without a word.

You were overstimulated beyond reason. You couldn’t think. Your hands were fists in the sheets. Nayeon’s mouth was heaven and hell — too good, too wet, too much.

She moaned around your cock as she bobbed her head faster.

Jihyo came over, breasts still dripping with your cum, and whispered:

“Give her everything. On her tongue.”

Your hips bucked involuntarily — and you came again, right into Nayeon’s mouth.

She swallowed every drop and then smiled, licking her lips.

“Four.”

You didn’t know how you were still hard.

They flipped you onto your back again, and the two of them mounted you together — Jihyo on your face, Nayeon on your cock.

Their moans mixed, their bodies grinding in sync.

You had nothing left.

And they kept going.

“Cum,” Jihyo ordered again.

“I own this cock,” Nayeon moaned.

You came. Again.

You didn’t even make a sound. Just a broken whimper as your body spasmed and gave them everything it had left.

Nayeon collapsed onto your chest. Jihyo pulled off your face, panting.

You were soaked in sweat, cum, spit — everything.

They kissed over your limp body, Nayeon stroking your hair while Jihyo wiped her tits with a towel and tossed it onto your stomach.

“Good boy,” Jihyo murmured.

“Broken,” Nayeon said with pride.

“And tomorrow,” she added, licking your cheek, “we start again.”

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Momo and The Scent In The Dance Room

Male Reader X Momo

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: The inspiration for this was to give more attention to the scents/smell of smut activities which I believe to be the most neglected of the 5 senses in writings, including my own. I could see why as it’s difficult, and often a bit too raw and dirty to write out but I enjoyed the writing this one, finding it a good challenge. If you have any thoughts or feedback I’d love to hear from you.

Also Happy Late Birthday Momo you are the cutest 🍑 in the world!

Scent is the most under appreciated of all the senses in the act of sex. Now you and your girlfriend Hirai Momo were guilty of also ignoring this powerful sense, focusing more on the touch, sight, taste, and hearing when alone in your bedroom.

But this all changed the night you stayed behind with Momo at the dance studio, you and your girlfriend shifting between different positions, bodies moving on instinct to the music being played on the speakers. The sound of your guys’s sneakers squeaking on the wooden floor blended in with the pop song being played loudly as the two of you moved to the rhythm, eyes on your own reflections in the gigantic mirror in front of you.

You were a couple of steps behind of course, which should be expected as your girlfriend is the dancing queen. But what surprises you most is how her speed hasn’t slowed at all despite the overwhelming heat in the room. Raising the temperature to such levels was her idea, some days choosing to keep it very cool and on this day very warm. This was Momo’s way of really pushing her body, making sure she has the ability to dance regardless of temperature.

“No more, I need a break,” you pant over the music. Momo doesn’t hear you or maybe she does but doesn’t acknowledge, her eyes still on her reflection and caught in a trance as her body grooves to the beat.

As you rest your back on the corner of the wall you take the chance to observe your charming girlfriend. She’s wearing a regular pare of sweats but what catches your eyes is how drenched her ass is from all the sweating and how you could make out the lines of her panties underneath. It didn’t help that she has a visible wedgie, her panties and pants having their fabric pulled into her ass, something that some may find embarrassing to watch but you find rousing. It is quite common in explosive dancing for your under garments to find themselves in uncomfortable positions and adjusting it continuously could become a hassle, so just leaving it be until after the session is over isn’t a bad idea.

Your eyes then move to the mirror where you see her reflection, watching attentively as the dance choreography involves a lot of lifting of the arms which allows you to catch continuous sights of her underarms, completely drenched with sweat and glistening under the light of the dance studio.

She was so seductive in these moments and watching her in her element like this, a sweaty and dirty mess that she was made it hard to turn away the dirty thoughts that were appearing.

The music finally comes to an end and Momo bends down resting her hands on her knees, sweat drops dripping from the tip of her nose, abs soaked as well with her navel visible from the tank top she’s wearing, abs tightening as she takes sharp intakes of air.

At this point the yearning for your girlfriend increases, you becoming more eager to quench this thirst that no doubt has been made in part by the rousing heat in the room, your body wanting nothing more than to cool down by removing your clothing and preferably hers as well.

“Ah, that was good,” Momo huffs as she picks herself up. “We’ve been going at it for a few hours now. I think that should be good.”

“I didn’t know this is what you go through each day,” you comment as you wave your shirt back and forth trying to find some coolness in this heat.

“I thought I’d make it extra rough since you wanted to join in today,” she teases, walking over to the wooden table by the doors entrance, pausing her phone to prevent the next song from being played.

Her back is turned to you as you watch with your heart racing, her bra strap visible from under her top, the drenched sweatpants, and the bitter scent in the air of her and your sweat combined made for a tantalizing experience. Maybe it was the pheromones that were guiding you but either way you bring yourself over to her, caressing her ass with your hands as you pressed light kisses to her neck.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind doing something else that’s a bit rough,” you whisper into Momo’s ear as her eyes flutter, a low moan escaping her lips as you can see clearly she’s in heat herself and wants you just as bad despite not showing any clear signs earlier in the day, but then again you do know of Momo’s habit. Sometimes she’d watch you when you didn’t know, mesmerized by the way you move, your smile, and by the overall energy you bring. You typically wouldn’t even know about it until the clothes came off and you two would engage in some pillow talk.

“I-It’s getting late… and besides, this is the trainees room,” she stutters out unconvincingly as you know she wants this just as bad as you do. This was her way of playing tease, push and pull.

“The windows are tinted,” you grunt in her ear, tongue cleaning up some of the sweat on her shoulders but ends up making it a bit more messy. “And besides it’s late at night. It’s probably just you and me in the building. You’ve got the keys, no?” Turning her around so she now faces you, smirking when she gives a reluctant nod with eyes fluttering, her face reddened and her lower lip quivering.

“You’re just so fuckable,” you whisper as you bring your lips onto hers, initiating the first romantic encounter you two have had all day, knowing just how much Momo was aching for this as well. She was a homebody after all and loved being alone in your embrace, sometimes just watching tv with your cock warming her core or yours fingers lightly rubbing her cunt as you laid in bed after a tiring day.

Not being able to touch you all day as she was focused on her dance routine and on giving you the dancing experience made her an erotic mess, the anticipation building within her for this moment. Momo gets extremely horny on the days she does her intense exercise routines.

She knew what she was doing of course when she’d flash you her backside throughout the day, clear visible lines of her panties moistened and being pulled into her ass, her towel completely dry as she hadn’t bothered wiping off the sweat that had accumulated knowing you had your eyes on her throughout the day.

You guys had you lips locked, Momo being the first one to slip in her tongue, showing that despite the initial protest she was more than willing to help push the pace.

You and Momo stand in the middle of the room, tongue to tongue with your bodies pressed to each other. You can feel the sweat off Momo’s damp clothing as you press to each other, the sweat proof of the physical work the two of you have been putting in for the last few hours.

You tug at Momo’s tank as she raises her arms giving you room to pull it off, though it takes some tugging as it sticks to her body, the material of the shirt hugging at her due to the excess sweat. She tugs at yours as well as you break the kiss, throwing your own shirt off to speed up the process. Momo steps back and begins to unclasp her black bra, dropping to the ground as she lightly kicks it to the side.

“In a rush are we?” You tease as she rolls her eyes, your eyes glued to her full breasts with their firmness in shape, the nipples a bright pink which slowly harden from the sudden exposure out of her bra. She bends down to deal with her sneakers and you get the full view of her drenched cleavage where the sweat looks to have built up, tiny individual drops rolling down ever so slowly and coming into contact with her areola before dripping to the ground. Your desire to have your mouth nibble at her perfect perky pink nipples leaves you with a growing bulge in your sweatpants.

You proceed to quickly tear off your own undergarments, tossing them to the side and not even taking the time to untie your shoes properly, instead opting to rip them off roughly and toss them anywhere that wasn’t directly in front of you.

You were left in your birthday suit, your massive erection pointing directly in Momo’s direction who has her shoes and socks off, but struggles with the sweatpants which stick to her toned legs as did the tank to her upper body earlier. The sweatpants turns inside out as she forcefully removes it off her feet, the inside of the sweatpants showing small patches of sweat that had built up over the dance session. You don’t opt to help her with removing her clothing, but rather stand there stroking your cock slowly, pre cum beginning to droop on your palm leading to the head of your cock to become quite sensitive as the liquid sticks to the tip.

This was a a sight you wanted to savor, your beautiful girlfriend a sweaty mess trying her quickest to get her clothes off so she could be stretched by you.

Just watching made your mouth dry despite the recent mouth-watering tongue to tongue action you two had when you were tongue deep in her mouth and vice versa. You watch as your girlfriend slowly takes her panties off with the wetness from between her crotch sticking to the fabric of the panties, breaking apart the further she pulls them down before she tosses them aside where they land next to her bra. There was a very obvious patch of her juices covering the area where the cunt sits on her panties and you were definitely going to find an excuse to keep those for later.

You walk slowly to Momo, hands immediately caressing her backside as your mouth crashed with hers, no longer dry as your tongues swirl in each others mouth, breath hitching between you two as you both need to break to take a sharp intake of breath. “Are you trying to eat my mouth?” She says playfully in between the kiss and all you can do is grunt in response, finding the taste of her mouth ecstatic and the sound of your entangled tongues lewd and lascivious. Your cock rested on her stomach causing the tip of your throbbing penis with its growing precum to touch her abs, causing a jolt to run through you due to the sensitivity of your cock’s head, your precum sitting nicely atop her naval area.

As you pull away you’re suddenly reminded of the dance practice where your eyes were pulled to her armpits. How nice they looked every time they were exposed and how you, in that moment, understood why some people really find armpits very attractive. Might as well give it a try.

You lift her arms up as she looks at you confusingly with a pout and her brows furrowed, pressing your tongue against her glistening armpit as she lets out a cry, not expecting the sudden sensation.

“N-not there babe,” Momo sighs as you let your tongue lather her underarm, Momo fidgeting under the ticklish touch of your tongue. This was a completely new experience for the two of you. The thought of eating her armpit out as though it was her cunt was never something that really crossed your mind but the way it was saturated with sweat as she danced just looked so… beautiful.

It doesn’t make sense, but then again it’s late at night in a dance studio and you two are naked in a room brimming with humidity. Now was not the time to worry about being “normal.”

Momo squirms as you continue to flicker your tongue at her armpit. Your other hand slides down Momo’s abdomen until you reach her cunt, using your fingers to rub at her folds as her whimpers now become drawn out moans, her hips bucking as the pace with which you rub her sensitive area hits a frantic pace.

Her armpit itself was smooth with there being a salty taste to it, unsurprising as it was where the sweat had built up throughout the dance practice.

You could feel your hands moistened from her cum as you finally pull yourself off of her underarm, gauging Momo’s reaction to see how she took that sudden fondling. Her red lipstick was slightly smeared with the plumpness of her lips sharing a resemblance with her throbbing pussy lips which itself was heavy with arousal, hair a disheveled mess with her bangs sticking to her forehead messily, and breathing heavy with her knees lightly trembling from the pleasure. You took that as a very good sign.

“That’s off the bucket list,” you joke as Momo responds with “Never knew you wanted to fuck my armpits.”

“Neither did I,” you whisper to yourself, surprised at you own sudden attraction to her underarm.

“Wait a second babe, I’m sweating up a storm here,” Momo says breaking the hold you had on her to make her way to the thermometer on the other side of the room when you stopped her, grabbing her by the wrists and turning her around. You wrap your arms around her legs before lifting Momo up as she lets out a shuddering cry at suddenly being lifted in the air.

“It’s kinda nice like it is, don’t you think? Makes this more hot, figuratively and literally,” You ask as you see her pull a sheepish smile while shaking her head, probably thinking how big of a perv you are but knowing that she was one too deep down.

With that reassurance Momo wraps her legs around your waist as you walk over to the long table where your phones and other gadgets sit and set her down.

Momo’s bare cheeks on the table causes a chill to run through her body as you spread her legs, bending down and planting a trail of kisses along Momo’s inner thighs, taking your time to get to her pretty pink pussy.

It’s a much dirtier scent than that of which you’re used to when having sex with a clean bathed Momo who typically smells of her peach creams and high end perfumes.

This on the other hand is more erotic and defiled, a scent of a woman who is at her most raw and most dirty, who has spent the last few hours engaging in intense bodily work which is responsible for this bitter scent which you find utterly arousing. It’s a musky smell that is quite strong on the nose, a bitter tinge to it but you find yourself loving even this part of your dancing queen girlfriend. This smell is raw, more carnal and frankly for some, maybe even gross.

This is the reality of sex outside of scented perfumes and shampoos. This is an unclean eroticism, the dirtiness of it feeling deeply primal. Momo herself doesn’t seem to care or worry that her scent may be coming off as more harsh than usual as her mind is simply on the toe curling pleasure that you are putting her through. And you don’t care either as you find the scent intoxicating and this entire situation exciting, wanting nothing more than to ravish Momo as though you two were wild animals wanting to engage in each others body in their most dirty state.

You press your mouth to her cunt and immediately taste the zesty and salty pussyfolds that are lubricated with her juices but also moist from sweat. “Fuck baby, do it like you always do,” Momo groans as her hands begin to softly tug at your dampened hair.

“Of course, love. I know just how you like it.”

First you inhale and then blow at her cunt, causing her to squirm at the sudden cool air and causing her to let out a whimper, her legs tapping quickly on the wooden floor, loving the feeling as goosebumps being to appear throughout her body. You lift her legs up so they’re now resting on your shoulders to give you deepest access to her folds. First you nibble at her clit, sucking on it as your fingers pump her inside, your hand moistened more and more each time you plunge in and out.

“Keep going babe,” Momo begs and you continue to give her what she wants. You trace around Momo’s pussy with your tongue, the salty taste being quite strong to swallow but you don’t mind in your current state of impassioned ecstasy. You take time to tease her as well, taking your mouth off of her lower lips and instead using your tongue to lap at her inner thighs.

“Not right now, Y/N,” she whines as you smile to yourself while nibbling the inside of her thigh before returning to the intoxicatingly musky cunt in front of you.

You let your tongue rest just above the clit where her neatly trimmed hair sits, now a disheveled mess from being drenched in sweat, and proceed to go up and down in a completely straight line as your tongue lathers up her sex, Momo letting out desperate, filthy noises in response. You go low enough to where your tongue is now lightly brushing against her taint. You flick at it, letting the tangy scent so close to her nether area intoxicate you with its strong aroma. Momo can only let out soft whimpers in response.

Now you return to her swollen cunt where you part her lips and stick your tongue into her hole, starting off slow and controlled before going frenetic, licking up and down the entire cunt, even the very few trimmed hair she has down there getting caught up in your frantic pace.

“Fuck baby just like that,” Momo moans having her hands in your sweaty hair, gently pushing your face closer to her sex as she grinds her hips into your mouth. When Momo grinds into your face with her hips like that you know she’s getting desperate, wanting you to use your tongue to go deeper, make her pussy a sloppy mess.

You include your fingers as well, pumping her inner hole as your let your tongue nip at her bud that has slightly swelled due to arousal. Her wet juices and the sweat mix together to create a torrent of wetness that engulfs your fingers. Each time you pull out your finger it’s more damp than before, the wetness from her slit steadily increasing in quantity.

You lift yourself up, immediately crashing your lips onto hers, giving her the opportunity to taste herself, a little kink you know she has. Something about the idea of tasting herself always turned her on and the fact that the mediator is you makes it even better.

Tongues collide and you stay in this position allowing Momo to taste the lewdness of her most precious area. She moans into it and grabs the back of your neck with one hand, the other helping her keep balance as she leans back slightly on the table, desperate to get more of the taste that has her addicted, the mixture of her cum mixed with your hot breath, the bitter smell of her sex and the sharp scent of your sweat.

You step back from the kiss as her hot breath lingers on your face, admiring the work of art in from of you. Momo’s bangs were stuck to her forehead due to the lather from the sweat. Her cheeks flushed, sweat soaking her toned body with drops slowly tumbling down falling into her naval area, the small amount of pubic hair she has around her cunt being a mess from the mixture of sweat, your spit and her wetness.

There’s also a noticeable moist smudge where Momo’s ass sits on the table, accumulating over the time she’s spent sitting there as her body heat increased from the sex and the room temperature. The humidity of the room has turned you both into a sweating mess, but that only increases the carnal pleasure of the whole situation.

“I need to cum baby. You’ve made me wait long enough,” Momo hums to you as she lays down on the table, legs spread in the air with her hole in complete view, her folds wet and slathered in her cream.

“It’s getting hot in here. Let’s finish this up,” you reply with a low growl, using the heat of the room as the excuse for why you’re in a hurry, when the reality is that you don’t know how long you’ll be able to last without cumming.

You align your cock with her center, rubbing the head against the lips of her pussy, the warmth emanating from her slit and the friction of your most intimate parts causing the two of you to moan out, the noise coming from her closer to gasps and hums as the long night of pleasure has made her very sensitive down there.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” Momo spits as she lightly kicks at your abs with one of her legs that’s swaying in the air. You laugh at this, so deeply in love with this woman whom you have done so many dirty, perverted things with because she draws these parts out of you that you never knew you had.

And right now with her laying on the table, both her upper lips and pussy lips swollen, sweat covering her breasts and abdomen, and her bottom lip quivering in anticipation, you knew what you wanted most was to make this a night she’d never forget.

To have her remember that on this night you had reduced her to a sweating fuck bunny who didn’t care what smell she was emitting or what she tasted like. In this moment she was cock hungry, hungry for your cock, and all she wanted was for you to imprint yourself into her forever.

“Alright love, I’ll give you just what you want,” is your response as you bury your cock into her in one fell swoop, giving her no time to adjust as you immediately begin plunging yourself into her.

“Fuck you’re so big baby,” Momo sobs as your hands grip her waist, hands having a difficult time holding onto her as they begin to slip from the sweat, but you immediately adjust yourself anytime that happens, loving the way your hands sink into her sides making her slim abdomens that much more prominent.

She wraps her legs around your waist, making your heart throb furiously. “Fuck, you know what you’re doing you little fuck bunny,” you groan out as Momo gives you a little smirk in between her gasps and moans, knowing that the feeling of her legs wrapping around you is all it takes to push you over the edge.

Your pace becomes accelerated, the table wiggling under the pressure as Momo lets out high-pitched shrieks, feeling the heat pooling in her lower back, not just from the pool of sweat beneath her on the table but from the approaching climax causing her body to tremble.

Your hands grip Momo’s tits and begin to roughly pinch at her nipples, angry at yourself for not giving these beautiful bosoms more love earlier. The aggressive tug on her nipples has her cry out from the sting that now reverberates throughout her body but her focus is turned to the pleasure that’s about to burst like a dam within her.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Momo screams as you feel her clench around you, walls fluttering around your cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too love,” is all your able to breathe out as your hips stutter, one last powerful thrust into Momo’s cunt as you spill yourself inside of her, body convulsing from the sheer pleasure. Your eyes drift to Momo who is breathing heavily, mouth wide open and eyes directed to you in a loving gaze.

You pulled your cock out and watched as your cum slowly drifted out, grabbing your towel which was nearby to wipe your falling semen.

“That was crazy,” Momo breathes out as she sits up and lifts herself off the table, falling into your arms as you two share a sheepish smile, embarrassment settling in after that animalistic fuck session.

She lets out an audible gasp when she turns around and sees the state of the wooden table that you two just fucked on.

“Is all of that seriously my sweat?” She asks in confusion pointing at the part of the table on which her ass sat and her back rested on, completely drenched with sweat. Well it’s not just sweat, some pussy juice too you thought to yourself.

“Good thing your towel’s still dry,” you chuckle, using her towel from before to wipe the table clean, though there’s not much you can do about the smell.

Momo goes to the corner of the room where she had thrown her clothes. She lifts her panties up and notices the damp patch where her slit directly sat, feeling bashful at the physical proof of her smutty behavior.

“Save that for me,” you yell looking in Momo’s direction as you roughly throw on your under garments, in too much of a daze from the pleasure to care about the dampness of the clothes that makes them feel heavier than usual.

“Save them?” Momo asks brows knitted in confusion.

“Yeah… I uh… think I’ve got a thing for smells now,” you explain bashfully, realizing how embarrassing it is to tell the girl in front of you how turned on you are by her bodily scent.

“I just think you smell hot,” you blurt out, eyes directed to the floor. You look up and glance at Momo’s face to gauge her reaction to your sudden confession, but to your surprise she wasn’t looking at you but rather around the room, nose continuously sniffing.

“Speaking of smells… what are we gonna do about the room?”

Good question. Your guys’s nose had adapted to the tangy, bitter smell of sex in the air but what would the inhabitants tomorrow think? It was pretty obvious that a cunt was ravished in this room judging from the scent.

Oh well, not much you can do today.

You pick up your phone and see that the time is well passed midnight. That would be a problem for the two of you trying to get back home in damped clothing. You suddenly got an idea.

“Let’s just sleep over.”

“Huh?” Momo responds in confusion.

“Why not? It’s super late and it’s not like we can clean the smell in this room. None of us brought any perfume with us. Might as well wait until it’s gone in the morning, and we can then empty it out for the trainees.”

You could see on Momo’s face that she wasn’t entirely convinced, looking at you completely deadpan.

“They’ve got a shower here, don’t they?”

Upon hearing that you see Momo’s eyes flash, giving in to your idea.

“Well.. alright. I don’t think it’s a bad idea to stay especially since it’s so late and our clothes are so dirty. But we have to be up by 8 and empty out, you hear me?”

You nod your head, knowing that the doors open at 8 for the rookie trainees while Momo and the rest of the more seasoned veterans have 24 hours access with their keys. The only rule was that certain rooms had to be emptied by 8 in the morning, one of them happening to be the room you two were in.

“Let’s hope the smell clears up by morning,” Momo murmurs as she begins to put on her panties, causing you to internally groan, hoping those would be the pair that you’d get to keep as a memento for today.

“I’ll hop in the shower. By the time we wake up tomorrow our clothes should be dry,” she states, fully clothed and keys in hand.

“You know, now that I’m thinking we do have this place all to oursel-“

“No way mister.”

She cuts you off with a stern face. You knew what her answer would be, going for round 2 here being counterproductive to wanting the scent of sex in the air removed, but you thought you’d give it a try.

Momo gives you a smile, finding your behavior enduring. “I’m off then, bye.”

She blows you a kiss as you wave her off. It was an exciting day and you got to see a side of yourself that you didn’t know you had, while also seeing a side of Momo you hadn’t seen before. Or better said… hadn’t smelled before.

[samuelsooped]

Paradise

Chou Tzuyu x Male Reader

Tags: addictive pussy, (a little) ass licking, car masturbation, "cock ring", concert, creampie, cum on thighs, facefucking, facesitting, footjob, lube, manager, mating press, no-hands blowjob, tan lines, thighjob, vibrator, visual, worshipping

Word count: 4097.

You had risen up the JYP rankings and managed to become the manager of one of their most coveted girls: the beautiful Taiwanese visual of Twice, Tzuyu. Your first assignment was going to be following her to the Coldplay concert where Twice would perform as the opening act.

Tzuyu was truly feeling herself on that stage, making some quite sexy moves as she performed to the big stadium crowd. You watched her at all times, her giving you a few winks from time to time as the performance went on.

After Tzuyu took a few pictures to post to her fans on Instagram, highlighting her beautiful red outfit, which she liked the most, she headed towards the car you were assigned to take her home. Her beauty was indeed otherworldly, and the more you looked at her, the more it felt like you were falling in love.

The journey towards Tzuyu's home went smoothly, and you were ready to park the car and open the door for her to get off until you heard a few wet noises come out from her side.

You looked at Tzuyu and saw her touching herself around her genital area. You were shocked such a shy beauty was so shameless to start masturbating in front of you. "What are you doing?" you ask her.

"Can't you see, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asked, keeping the pace of her masturbation. "Wanna see how wet I am?" she asks, pulling her panties to the side and showing you her pussy. You touch it, impressed by it being the prettiest pussy you've ever seen. "Wanna come inside, manager?" "I need someone to make me cum for the night," she continues.

Tzuyu takes the small vibrator out of her pussy, dropping some juices onto the car's seat. "I was feeling so good performing with this on," she says. "So that's why you were doing all those moves on stage?" you ask her. "Of course, manager oppa," she answers.

"Come inside, manager oppa," Tzuyu says, opening the car's door and guiding you upstairs into her house. "Look how wet that pussy is," she says, putting a couple of fingers inside it and tasting it while licking the vibrator.

Tzuyu opens the door of her bedroom for you. "I can make you cum without using my hands or my pussy," she says to you. "Wow, then show me," you tell her. "Lie on my bed," she commands. "This is the only time I'll use my hands," she continues, pulling your pants down and making your already hard cock promptly pop out.

"Are you ready for the no-hands challenge?" Tzuyu asks. She stays true to her words, impaling her pretty face straight on your hard pole. You're amazed by that view, one of the prettiest faces you've ever seen just getting stuffed full of your cock. She starts sucking it, making soft moaning sounds as she gets it deeper and deeper in her throat fairly easily.

"Oh shit, oh fuck," you moan, Tzuyu giving you an amazing no-hands blowjob. "Where did you learn those moves?" you ask her, hearing no answer as she stays focused on sucking your cock as hard as possible. You truly feel this could be paradise, that incredible Taiwanese beauty just shaking her mouth all over your cock nonstop, showing you how much she wanted something like this.

Tzuyu licks your shaft, her hands behind her back as she brags about getting your cock already throbbing hard. "Looks like it was very easy to get this big boy up," she says, taking it back in her mouth and getting her hair out of her face for you to get a better view of it sucking that big, fat cock. She takes it deep in her throat, getting sloppier as the blowjob goes on, her head-bobbing getting stronger and stronger.

You stay strong despite Tzuyu's incredible cock-sucking skill, telling her you never came from a blowjob before. "What else do you have?" You said you could make me cum without using your hands or pussy. I don't doubt it, but I think you'll need more," you tease her. "What else do I have? Well, let me show you, Manager Oppa," she answers.

"You know, manager oppa, the challenge was just using no hands or pussy, but I can use every other part of my body," she says, climbing up the bed after a few extra suckings and some worshipping of your balls. "Can you use your feet?" you ask her. "Of course," she says, bringing some lube and putting it on your cock as she wraps it between her soft yet a little sore feet after tonight's performance.

Tzuyu quickly picks up the pace, stroking your cock with her feet quite strongly. "I'll be so satisfied when I make you cum; that feels so good on my feet. I love watching your big cock sliding between them, manager oppa," she says, adding a little more lube to keep going with her strong massage. "Can you show me your tits?" you ask her. "Of course, manager oppa," Tzuyu answers, taking her top off and teasing you as she covers them at first before unveiling it.

The footjob continues for a couple more minutes, Tzuyu smiling as she enjoys the touch of your cock. Your cock hasn't been this hard in a while, and Tzuyu makes it even harder as she gets herself naked, playing with herself while stroking it, giving you the most amazing view of your life as she touches her pussy and lets out some soft moans out of her mouth.

"You like watching me playing with my pussy, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asks you, spreading her long legs for you to see. She keeps touching her clit and grabbing her cute boobs as she strokes your cock with her feet. You love seeing every inch of her tall, hot body, but the tan lines around her boobs and her crotch are what drive you crazy the most. "I know I can make you cum at any minute," she says. "And I'm gonna use my not-so-secret weapon to do it," she continues.

Tzuyu gets on top of you, crushing your cock with her thick thighs. You can quickly tell why she's earned the thighwanese nickname: the strength of her thighs squeezing your cock feels like your shaft just got smashed by a pair of 50-ton trucks. You can't resist and start humping your cock against them, fucking Tzuyu's amazing thighs the way you want to fuck her pussy, the bed creaking as you use all your strength trying to get past her meaty thighs.

You keep pushing as hard as you can, Tzuyu's honey thighs giving your cock no room to breathe. You grab her ass and keep pumping your cock between her thighs. "Oh, fuck," you groan. Your shaft rubs against Tzuyu's wet pussy, her thighs completely owning you. "Oh wow," you say as Tzuyu is now the one moving her body to meet your cock, pressing it right against her wet folds. You try to answer her moves by thrusting as hard as you can, but Tzuyu is relentless and meets your thrusts pound to pound.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," you announce. These words coming out of your mouth only make Tzuyu push harder. "Cum for me, manager oppa," she commands, burying your shaft even further between her thighs. That makes you finally lose, pouring a waterfall of jizz all over her thick thighs. "Damn, I can't believe you made me cum like that," you tell her.

"Looks like I won the no-hands challenge," Tzuyu says with a big smile. You worship her like a goddess, cleaning the cum from her thighs with your tongue. "I'm just starting, manager oppa," she tells you. She promptly sits on your face, her tan lines around her pussy driving you crazy. "Worship me, manager oppa," she commands, you promptly obliging and eating her pussy out.

"Oh my God, yesss," Tzuyu moans as her pussy is all over your face. She spread her ass, enjoying your tongue all over her folds. "Fuck, you taste so good," you tell her. "Yes, my pussy tastes like paradise, manager oppa," she says. You can tell Tzuyu's pussy has some kind of magic effect on you, as your cock quickly gets hard again as you savor her honey juices.

"Damn, I've never eaten a pussy this good before," you tell Tzuyu, praising her gates of heaven and putting a pair of fingers circling her clit. "Thank you, Manager Oppa," Tzuyu says. "But are you ready to knock on my door?" she asks, spreading her long legs and guiding your cock inside her pussy, making it disappear between the tan line on her crotch.

"Oh my God," you groan as you enter Tzuyu's pussy. You thrust very slowly, enjoying watching her finger her clit. "You like that tight pussy, manager oppa?" she asks. "Yes, fuck, it's so tight," you say, very surprised. "And your cock feels so good inside it," she says.

"Fuck, that pussy is so hot," you tell Tzuyu, giving her tits a soft massage as you try to go deeper, but her tightness makes it really hard. "Looks like you need some more lube, manager oppa," she tells you, picking it up and pouring it on your cock.

"Stick that cock back in me, manager oppa, oh yes," Tzuyu says as she pushes it back in her pussy. "Fuck, you've got such an incredible pussy," you can't stop praising it. You finally manage to get deep inside her tall body. "YES, YES, YES," Tzuyu moans, her walls squeezing your cock as hard as possible. "Your pussy feels like paradise," you tell her.

"You should let me ride that big cock, manager oppa," Tzuyu says. "It's all yours," you tell her, lying on the bed. Tzuyu prepares it masterfully, sucking, stroking, and spitting on your cock as she gets ready to get on top of it, slapping it a couple times with her tongue for good measure as well. You start thrusting upward, fucking her pretty face as she takes your cock deep in her throat.

Tzuyu shares some kisses with you and rubs your shaft against her honey thighs as she prepares to spice things up. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," she promises, stroking your cock a little bit more and enjoying edging you while kissing and smiling at you, stroking your cock hard to get it fully ready to jump on it, even rubbing it against the tan lines of her boobs.

"I'm gonna take every inch of it," Tzuyu says, adding some extra lube as she moves to sit on your cock. "Fuck, you're amazing," you tell her. Tzuyu keeps teasing you, licking your shaft a couple more times before her pretty mouth gets replaced by her wet folds grinding against your shaft, her tan lines. "Are you ready, manager oppa?" she asks. "Yes," you promptly answer her.

Tzuyu once again fulfills her promise, taking every inch of your cock inside her pussy. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," she says just as she starts riding your cock, her soft moans as she starts very slow, adjusting to your massive length as she moves her baby-making hips. "Fuck yeah," she moans, a little out of breath after a tiring concert, but ready to ride it.

Tzuyu quickly finds the sweet spots inside her pussy, directing her bounces right at them. You look at her incredible body moving up and down your cock completely mesmerized, wondering how can a girl be so beautiful from head to toe like she is. Every part of her body is flawless: her pretty face, her cute boobs, her long torso, her pink pussy, her tanned skin, her long legs, and, best of all, her honey thighs.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK, AH, YEAH," Tzuyu moans as she tries to bounce as hard as she can, opening and closing her long legs in a very fast motion. "OH MY GOD, YES, YES, YES," she screams, her ass clapping against her hips. She slows down a bit, spinning on your cock and then pulling it out a bit to taste herself, sucking it like crazy and spitting all over your tip before some hard strokes and kissing you.

"Bounce harder," you tell Tzuyu, who promptly obliges and gives you the hardest possible ride. "You like my tight pussy wrapped all over your big cock, manager oppa?" she asks, not backing down and riding you like her life depended on it. "Oh wow, that's so fucking hot," you praise her.

Indeed, having sex with Tzuyu sometimes feels like the closest thing to fucking an actual goddess. "Oh, I love bouncing on this cock," she says to you. "It feels amazing when you bounce on it, baby," you tell her. Tzuyu slows down, taking a few long strokes up and down it, letting every inch sink inside her pink pussy. "Fuck, that's so hot," you tell her.

"I could ride this all night," Tzuyu says, fingering her clit and moaning harder. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YEAH," she screams. "OH FUCK, YES, YES, YES, I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, a couple of juices dripping down her pussy. "Come taste it, manager oppa," she says, grinding her folds in your face. You seize the opportunity of her riding your face again, tonguing her folds as hard as you can. "You want me to cum on your face, manager oppa?" Tzuyu asks. Of course you do, and hearing those words makes you push even harder.

"FUCKKKKK," Tzuyu moans as she squirts all over your face. You grab her legs, letting her thighs suffocate you as she closes them on your face and smashes it. You then grab her and pin her against the bed, sharing some passionate kisses with her. "I fucking love the way you fuck me," she says. You worship her body, licking her juicy pussy as she spreads it open for you. "OH FUCK," she moans.

"Sit on that cock, I want more," you tell Tzuyu. This time, she turns around, showing you her perfect ass as she goes back to bounce on your cock. "OH YES, YES, YES, YES," she moans. "I fucking love the way you ride it," you tell her, the tan lines on her butt driving you crazy. She glides along your cock at a leisurely pace. "Oh my God, that feels so fucking good," she says, spreading her ass and moaning.

"I feel so slutty riding my manager's cock," Tzuyu tells you. She spins a bit, squatting hard on your dick as her butt claps against your crotch. She grabs her ass, driving you even crazier. "Bet my tight, wet pussy feels amazing all over that cock," she says.

You can no longer resist the urge and start pumping up Tzuyu's pussy. "Please, don't stop, pound my tight little pussy," she begs, spreading her legs to take your hard thrusts. "OH MY GOD, YES, RIGHT THERE, FUCK YESSSS, FUCK BABY," she screams, reacting as she tries to regain control of the bounce. But you don't let her, just smashing your balls against her clit and pumping her like a piston. "OH FUCKKKKK," she screams, getting out of breath as you hammer her pussy nonstop, reaching from behind to finger her clit and making her legs tremble.

"YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, FUCK," Tzuyu moans. "FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE, JUST LIKE THAT, THAT'S WHAT I WANT, PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE, FUCK," she keeps screaming, you using her pussy as hard as possible, turning her into a fucktoy. "I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as her pussy gets obliterated until she squirts and grinds all over your cock. You grab her tits as she pulls out. "Oh, I wanna taste it," she says, deepthroating your cock and taking all her juices from it.

"Fuck my face with that shiny cock," Tzuyu commands as you pump up her pretty face and pound her throat hard, making her gag, but not more as she makes you groan. "Oh my God," you groan as Tzuyu handles your cock like a champion, sharing some sloppy kisses after you're done. "I love that cock so fucking much," she says, kissing you and giving it more strokes. "Keep fucking my face," she commands, you promptly obliging as her face proves to be just as tight and heavenly as her pussy.

Tzuyu licks your tip and spits on your cock as she easily wins the challenge. "I want you to fuck me like a real man," she says. You push her hot body in your direction and hammer her pussy as hard as possible. "Fuck, my wet pussy is gonna keep cumming on that cock again and again," Tzuyu says, still managing to bounce hard even with her tall body tilted forward.

You pour some lube in Tzuyu's ass. "Yeah, get it shiny and wet," she says, whispering a few dirty words in your ear for good measure. "I love feeling every inch of that cock in my pussy," she says as you tease her with slow thrusts before going all in and pounding her hard, enjoying her pretty face moaning in front of you. "OH FUCK, YES, RIGHT THERE," Tzuyu screams as she gets her cheeks clapped hard. You grab her ass and push her against your shaft. "Yes, make me bounce up and down on that cock until I cum again," she commands.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME CUM ON THAT COCK," Tzuyu commands as you grab her waist and push her even further down. "FUCKKKKK," she screams, giving your cock a little attempt at twerking like she learned from Mina. You put a couple of fingers in her asshole and massage it before pounding her pussy hard. "DON'T FUCKING STOP, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, OH FUCK," she screams, her body shaking as you take her breath away and make her reach another juicy orgasm.

You come to a stop to admire Tzuyu's pretty face, letting her slowly move on your cock while you massage her asshole. She pulls out and starts stroking your cock again, licking it from balls to tip and spitting on it. "So fucking good," you tell her. She picks up her bracelet and wraps it around your cock, using it like a cock ring and trapping all the blood that rushed to your head to keep your cock throbbing as hard as possible.

But soon, it doesn't take long for Tzuyu to be ready for more. "Bend me over," Tzuyu says as she gets herself on all fours in bed. You dive between her cheeks and tongue her asshole. "Oh yes, work that tongue in my ass," she tells you, reaching to finger her pussy as she shakes her butt in your face. "Oh yeah," she moans.

"Are you gonna give it to me, manager oppa?" "Yes, please, give it to me, I want more," Tzuyu begs as you grab her waist and insert your cock back in her pussy. "Oh, fuck yeah," she moans as you take it slow, looking at her pretty moaning face all the way down in the bed as you thrust deep inside her pussy. You grab her ass and look at her beautiful back, especially her tan line as she spreads her cheeks open.

"I'm such a good slut for Manager Oppa," Tzuyu says as she just lets you take every inch of your cock in her pussy. "Keep it open," you command, Tzuyu giving you a few winks with her asshole. "OH YES," she screams. You add some extra lube to your cock, her pussy looking tighter than ever. "You feel so good inside me, manager oppa," she says, moving her body in your direction. You quickly grab her butt and take back control, still going slow as her pussy squeezes your cock.

"Fuck me hard and deep, manager oppa," Tzuyu begs. You do as she asks, pushing your cock as hard as possible. "Please, give it to me hard, make me cum," she begs. "MORE, MORE, MORE, OH YES, RIGHT THERE," she starts screaming just as police sirens also scream down the street. But Tzuyu manages to be even louder than them.

"OH FUCK YES, PLEASE, I WANNA CUM ON THAT COCK AGAIN, OH MY GOD, FUCK," Tzuyu screams as you make her tits jiggle hard. "DON'T STOP, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE," she continues to beg, putting her face down and ass up like a perfect slut. You two feel a little tired, you slowing down while Tzuyu reaches to finger her very wet pussy. "Fuck this pussy, manager oppa, make it yours; I want more," she begs, moving her hips in your direction.

You pound Tzuyu hard. "OH MY GOD, YES, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, DON'T FUCKING STOP," she screams, coating her bedsheets with her juices. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME OH SHITTTT," she keeps screaming. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," she continues to scream as you hit hard and deep all the way into her cervix. You put her in a spooning position. "Oh yes, give me all that fucking cock," she commands, you pumping her pussy so hard to the point it slides out of it. "Put it back, put it back," Tzuyu commands, you slowing down to admire her beauty and look at her sexy tan lines as your cock slides in and out of her pussy.

"Right fucking there, don't stop," Tzuyu commands as you keep pounding her. "Don't fucking slow down, take that pussy, please," she begs. You suck her tits as they jiggle like pinballs with your hard thrusts. "YES, YES, YES, FUCK, OHHHH FUCKKK, YES, YES, YES," she screams, rolling her eyes as you grab her trembling legs.

"I fucking love what your cock does to me, manager oppa," Tzuyu says, rubbing her pussy. "I want you to fill my tight pussy up with that cock, every fucking inch; that's what I like," she says. Her words motivate you even if you are almost getting close to falling asleep. "YES, JUST FUCKING USE MY PUSSY WITH YOUR COCK, FUCK, PLEASE DON'T STOP, MAKE ME CUM SO HARD, FUCKKKK," she screams, you taking Tzuyu's hot body and making it yours. "YES, YES, YES," she keeps screaming, moving her hips against your cock.

"Where should I cum?" you ask Tzuyu, giving her some hot kisses. "Deep in my pussy," Tzuyu says. You know there is only one way this could go: putting her in the perfect position to creampie the maknae as you spread her long legs and put her in a mating press position. "USE THAT PUSSY TO MAKE YOU CUM, USE THAT PUSSY TO MAKE YOU CUM, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, BREED MY FUCKING PUSSY, MANAGER OPPA," Tzuyu screams, driving you crazy.

Tzuyu puts her legs up and just lets you take over. You thrust hard and deep in her pussy. "OH MY GOD, PLEASE, FILL ME UP," she begs you, spreading her legs wide open as you look into her pretty face. You pound her pussy balls deep, getting closer and closer at each second. "Cum inside me, manager oppa, please, cum inside me," she begs you.

You drain your balls in Tzuyu's pussy, your cum dripping into her honey thighs as you pull out of her tight pussy. Tzuyu spreads her pussy for you to show you the massive load you gave her. You two are so exhausted that both of you fall asleep shortly after sharing some kisses.

You wake up the next morning, Tzuyu still asleep after a hard night of performing and fucking. You look at her beautiful naked body and stroke your cock to it, eventually unable to control yourself and waking her up with a big load right in her pretty face.

"Wow, manager oppa, you're so sweet, already waking me up with milk for breakfast," she says, tasting your cum.

"Crap, we are late to work," you tell Tzuyu.

"What work?" Tzuyu asks. "I need to bring you back to practice at JYP," you tell her.

"No, it's my day off; the only work you'll be doing will be right here," she tells you.

Tzuyu reaches into a drawer to the side of her bed and grabs a butt plug. She tosses the blanket down, gets herself on all fours, and shoves it up her asshole.

"Are you ready to fuck me in the ass today, manager oppa?"

[samuelsooped]

Mommy's little boy (Sana)

Since I was a child, I have grown up without a mother. My mother died shortly after I was born due to illness, leaving a young and ignorant me with my busy father.

To provide me with a better living environment, my father had to focus all his attention on his work, often working late into the night. As a result, we had very little time to spend together, and even when we did, my father rarely had time to teach me, let alone express his love for me. So, I have been extremely lack of motherly love and affection since I was a child, and this long-standing deficiency has left a deep shadow in my character.

Looking at the classmate in the mother's spoiled healthy and happy growth, my heart is full of indignation and jealousy. Especially the little boy sitting next to me, his mother spoiled him to the extreme, even letting him appear a little weak and incompetent in front of classmates, not even dare to talk back to me.

Whenever I encountered something unsatisfactory in my studies or in life, I would pour out my anger, which I had no place to vent, on that poor little boy. I would poke him in the back with a pencil during class, stop him on the way home from school, and deliberately provoke him to make him cry. I would look into his big, tearful eyes and get excited because the more afraid he was of crying, the more I felt that I had finally gotten back at the “happy family guy” a little bit.

Damn, why is he so lucky! How could he be pampered by his mother while I grew up alone? I'll make him feel the loss of his family and see if he'll still be able to laugh as heartlessly as he does now!

I was determined to humiliate that little boy at school, to show him what fear and loneliness really are. So, I began to follow him around the school, looking for opportunities to sneak up on him and tease him. I even threatened him that if he told his teachers or parents, I would punish him twice as much. Gradually, he began to develop a great fear of going to school, and every day he was afraid that I would suddenly appear behind him to give him a “surprise”. When I saw his panic-stricken face, I felt a perverted pleasure in my heart.

One day, when I was about to trouble that little boy again, his mother, Sana, appeared unexpectedly.

I was captivated by Sana the moment I laid eyes on her. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down like a golden waterfall, shimmering in the coastal sunlight. Beneath her wide-brimmed straw hat, a pair of clear, sparkling eyes gazed out from under long, delicate eyelashes, radiating warmth. Her gentle, soft smile felt like a spring breeze, soothing and inviting. She stood confidently in a bright yellow dress, the fabric hugging her full, firm breasts, while the short hem revealed her long, toned legs—each curve a tempting masterpiece, as if she’d stepped out of a dream. Is this what a mom looks like? She was perfection… I swallowed hard, my original purpose for the trip slipping from my mind entirely.

Sana approached me with a gentle smile on her face: "You are Y/N, aren't you? I'm X's mom, and I heard that you bully him a lot, is that true?"

I stammered, unable to say anything, and just nodded dumbly.

"I understand that you might be doing this out of jealousy, but I'd still like to ask you to stop hurting X. He's such an innocent and sweet boy, please let him go, okay?"

Sana's voice was gentle, and her smile was kind. But I couldn't take my eyes off her seductive body curves, and the smell of maturity and female hormones emanating from her body made me dizzy and my heartbeat faster. This is the charm of a mature woman! How wonderful it would be to spend some time with such beauty.

My brain was completely out of control, and I blurted out, "In that case, if you're willing to have sex with me... If you're willing to make love to me, I'll let your son go, okay?" As I said this, my hand was already unconsciously stroking the sore part of my crotch, and in my mind, I was fantasizing about Sana's delicate body panting underneath me.

I thought this request would be rejected, but Sana agreed without hesitation. She looked at me with a calm expression and said, "Yes, I will fulfill your request as long as you let X go. But you have to promise not to hurt him and not to haunt him anymore."

At this moment, my desire was instantly ignited to the highest pointis ripe beauty was actually willing to sell her body for her son How much does she love X ? Thinking about this, I felt extremely jealous, and decided to use the most intense way to enjoy this fragrant body in front of me.

I violently pressed Sana down on the wall, one hand choked her slender neck so that she could not move, and the other hand eagerly went to pull the bodice of her chest. Soon two white breasts popped out, their pink nipples already rising high. I kneaded them roughly into various shapes and sucked on one tip, and although Sana tried to repress it, she couldn't help but let out a whimper of delight. This undoubtedly aroused my animalistic desires, and I tore open her skirt and panties, revealing her moist mound.

I greedily buried my head between Sana's full breasts, as if I were a hungry child seeking breast milk, sucking on the nipples. One of my hand gripped the other breast and rubbed and squeezed it vigorously, feeling its softness and elasticity in his palm. The other hand explored Sana's already wet pussy, and two fingers easily inserted into it, and started pumping rapidly inside.

"Mmm... Ah... Don't... It's very sensitive there..." Sana involuntarily arched her body to avoid my advances, but I was unable to escape. Seeing this, I increased my speed and strength, and soon felt the nectar flow uncontrollably, wetting my palms.

"Auntie Sana's inside is so tight... She's still sucking on my finger with each contraction... It's so obscene... Obviously, you sent yourself here to save your son... And yet you're panting like this under your son's friend..." I flirted as I increased the intensity of my stimulation on her, wanting to hear more beautiful sounds.

Seemingly sensing my inner desire, Sana slowly closed her eyes and reached out to hug my head, fixing my face firmly on her soft and voluptuous chest. She opened her red lips slightly and murmured something softly, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of reproach, on the contrary, it was more like an encouragement to my action.

"Oooh... It feels so good... You're such a greedy little brat..." A tingling murmur escaped from the corner of Sana's mouth, and my desire soared to new heights.

Just as I was indulging in my wanton play with Sana's ripe body, I suddenly realized that she was like the embodiment of my real mother to me, just as voluptuous and charming, gentle and considerate, and tolerant of everything. I couldn't help but blurt out the word “mommy” with this association.

"Oooh... Mommy... Your body is amazing... I'm completely mesmerized by you... I want to have you forever..." I was babbling, but my hands didn't let go of my aggression on her body, and my mouth was still holding the tip of her nipple and sucking on it.

Unexpectedly, my unintentional action caused Sana to react like never before. Originally, she was just cooperating with me to have fun in exchange for her son's safety, but now my act of calling her “mommy” had undoubtedly awakened the deepest motherly love in her heart. sana opened her eyes, her pupils full of heartache and helplessness, mixed with a trace of longing that was hard to ignore.

"Little devil... I was only trying to protect X... But I didn't expect you to treat me like a mom..." Sana's voice became a little hoarse and her eyes misted up." Well... If you would like to call me your mom... Then do it... You can do whatever you want to me... I'll do my best to satisfy you... As long as I can keep X out of danger..."

After saying those words, Sana suddenly reached out and cupped my face and lowered her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Then she pushed away from my body, turned around and knelt down with her back to me, and used her hands to spread her two ass cheeks, revealing the reddish honey hole inside.

"Come on... Do everything you want to do with me... I'll take it... Like a real mom does to her child..." Sana said softly, her tone full of love and indulgence...

I was excited by this sudden change. The scene in front of me was so exciting that I only had time to withdraw my fingers before I pushed my already swollen and aching cock into the warm and tight tunnel. I almost ejaculated as soon as I inserted my cock, Sana's walls were so good at clamping.

I held Sana's waist with both hands and began to move in and out of her body with great vigor, each time almost pulling out my entire penis and then slamming it back in. We both let out a sigh of pleasure at the same time, this position is really too exciting, each thrust allows my cock hits the sensitive areas in Sana's body in, the pleasure quickly accumulate, soon I have the urge to explode.

"Ah... Mommy, mommy... I'm almost there... It's so good... You're so tight inside..." I hissed loudly, the speed of my thrusting getting faster and faster, almost like I was going to fuck through the beauty underneath me.

"Mmmm... Good boy... Cum in... Cum all the way to mommy..." Sana also screamed loudly, moving her knees on the ground to meet my attack, her fat ass was reddened by my slamming, and it was covered with the nectar that overflowed during the intercourse.

Finally, after a deep penetration, the hot essence was released into Sana's body, and at the same time, she also had her second orgasm, pouring her nectar onto my body like a fountain. I was lying on my back, gasping for breath, and I couldn't quit immediately, letting my body fluids be exchanged between each other.

"Oooh... Mom, you're so powerful inside... I want to do it again..." Sana smiled at that, and reached out to touch my hair.

"Good girl... Tonight you're Mommy's... You can do whatever you want... But you have to promise mommy one thing... Let X go... Don't bother him anymore... Mommy will be very sad..."

I raised my head to gaze into her eyes and nodded heavily.

After receiving Sana's promise, my desire was reignited, and my recently relieved member swelled again in no time. So, I turned over, letting Sana lean back against my chest, and slid back into her honeyed passage. I lifted one of her thighs high, resting it on my shoulder, and began thrusting vigorously.

"Ugh... Mommy, Mommy! I'm going to fuck you to death!" I groaned loudly in Sana's ear, my hands tightly gripping her slender waist, pulling her toward my hips, each thrust deeper than the last.

Sana cooperated by wrapping her thighs around my neck, her arms encircling my neck as we kissed passionately, occasionally letting out seductive moans that sent my blood racing. The sound of sticky wetness came from where we were joined, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of my thrusts. Sana was so overwhelmed by my fucking that she lost herself, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, too caught up to wipe it away.

"Ah... baby... slow down... you're going to break Mommy... take it easy... I'm afraid you'll cum too soon again..." Sana said haltingly, her eyes glazed as she looked at my face.

I took a deep breath to hold back the urge to release, slowing the pace and intensity of my thrusts, switching to a rhythm of nine shallow and one deep, teasing every sensitive spot inside Sana’s honeyed passage. Her reactions became noticeably more intense, her inner walls contracting in waves, like a small mouth devouring the tip of my member.

"Mommy, why you are so wet? Is it because I call you Mommy that you're even more excited?" I deliberately asked lewd questions to tease her.

"Ah... don’t say that... it’s all your fault..." Sana’s face flushed with shame, but she was clearly stirred into a frenzy by my words. "Bad boy... always saying such embarrassing things... you know it only makes Mommy more desperate... move faster... I want you..."

Unable to hold back, I quickened my pace before she could finish, pounding her dozens of times before pausing to grind against her in a mix of light and heavy strokes. Sana couldn’t handle the torment, her body soon trembling as she let out desperate, near-dying wails.

“No… I can’t… it’s cumming again… you little bad boy…” Sana’s body shook violently, and I felt a rush of hot fluid against my member deep inside her.

I knew she’d reached another blissful climax, lost in a haze of ecstasy—perfect for me to toy with her further. I spread her legs into an M-shape, exposing her quivering pink entrance and the glistening juices around it. Satisfied, I leaned down, sucking hard on one of her nipples.

“Mm… it’s dirty there… don’t lick…” Sana protested weakly, still barely conscious. But I ignored her, my tongue dancing across both of her rosy peaks, leaving wet trails in its wake. I glanced up at Sana, her face a mix of sated lust and twitching spasms.

“Good boy… making Mommy feel so good… you’re amazing…” Sana finally caught her breath, her hand caressing my cheek. “Want to taste Mommy’s milk again? You didn’t get enough earlier…”

I nodded eagerly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my lips to her breast again. This time, I wasn’t rough—instead, I licked and sucked slowly, savoring her like a greedy child drinking sweet milk from his mother…

“Mmm… so sweet… Mommy’s milk is so delicious… give me more…” I lingered in Sana’s embrace like an insatiable child, burying my face between her soft breasts, eagerly sucking. Sana indulged her needy lover without hesitation, one hand gently stroking my hair, the other cradling the back of my neck, letting me savor her fully.

“Hehe… you’re like a little hungry wolf… never getting enough… looks like Mommy will need to grow a few more breasts to satisfy you…” Sana teased softly, her fingers combing through my hair.

I looked up at her, finding her eyes filled with a doting glow. A strange warmth surged in my chest—perhaps this was the “motherly love” people spoke of. It was the first time I’d seen such a look in a woman’s eyes: tender, accepting, yet tinged with desire. Overwhelmed with happiness, I threw myself into her arms, hugging her tightly.

“Mom… I love you…” I murmured, kissing her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.

Sana smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Silly boy… Mommy already knew… I just didn’t expect you to confess so boldly… good boy, let Mommy take care of you…”

With that, she slowly shifted, turning to face me. I lay back on the bed, limbs relaxed, feeling her fingers gently wrapped around my still-hard member, stroking it slowly up and down.

“Oh… Mommy… that feels so good… amazing…” I sighed, tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling. This was a pleasure I’d never experienced—tender caresses from the most intimate woman in my life. Sana’s skill was otherworldly; she seemed to instinctively know the perfect pressure and technique to please a man. Soon, my scalp tingled, and the urge to release surged again.

“Wow… my good boy’s cock is so big… so much bigger than Daddy’s… no wonder it feels so good for Mommy…” Sana marveled, quickening her strokes. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “No… Mommy, I can’t take it… I’m gonna cum… let go…” I pleaded desperately, but instead of stopping, Sana tightened her grip at the base of my shaft.

“Don’t be afraid, good boy… let it all out for Mommy… this is your reward…” Sana teased with a low chuckle, her other hand cupping my face, locking eyes with me.

Under her gaze, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, I erupted, thick white streams splattering across her stomach and lower abdomen, some even landing on her full breasts.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto her, panting heavily. Sana gently wiped the sweat from my forehead and pressed a soothing kiss to my lips.

“Good job, my sweet boy… now Mommy’s going to reward you properly…” Sana said seductively, leaning down to kiss me deeply once more…

I eagerly returned Sana’s deep kiss, my hands roaming over her smooth body. Like two ravenous beasts, we devoured each other, chasing even more intense pleasure. Soon, I felt a familiar ache stirring below, and Sana noticed it too.

“Ah… my little guy’s hard again… how should Mommy punish you this time…” Sana whispered in my ear, her fingers teasingly brushing over my sensitive shaft.

I shivered, my softened member instantly hardening again. “Mommy… let me…” I stammered, unable to form words, only nodding urgently.

Sana chuckled softly, flipping over to straddle me. “Well then… Mommy’s going to teach you this position… ready for another round of punishment?”

With that, she guided my swollen length to her already drenched entrance, slowly sinking down. I could feel every tight, layered fold of her inner walls, like countless little mouths greedily sucking and biting at the source of my desire.

“Oh… God… Mommy, you’re so tight… you’re gonna break me…” I groaned in ecstasy, gripping her hips to guide her up and down.

“Shh… don’t rush, good boy… Mommy will let you feel even more…” Sana rocked back and forth, her full, snowy breasts bouncing enticingly before my eyes. Her expression grew wild and debauched, her moans dripping with lust…

In that moment, we surrendered completely to our craving for each other’s bodies. I clutched her waist, thrusting upward frantically, while she twisted her hips desperately to meet my impacts… This utterly depraved act transformed into a pure, sensory revelry between us…

“Mommy… I… I can’t take it anymore… you’re too much…” I gasped out to Sana, my breath ragged, watching her breasts bounce and sway with her movements. My sanity was on the verge of collapse.

Sana let out a soft laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Silly boy… this is your reward… Mommy will make sure you feel the ultimate pleasure… just let go and enjoy…”

With that, she intensified her movements, bouncing faster and harder, the soul-melting pleasure driving me to the edge of madness. My reason crumbled under the overwhelming ecstasy, leaving only raw desire to guide my actions.

“Ahh… I’m there… Mommy, I’m gonna cum inside…” I shouted, my body shuddering as a scorching flood surged out, filling Sana completely.

At that same moment, Sana reached her climax, her inner walls clamping tightly around me, locking my desire in place. A warm gush spilled onto my abdomen… she had hit her peak too.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, unable to calm down for a long while. Sana lay on top of me, one hand gently caressing my face. “My good boy… you made Mommy feel the greatest pleasure… you’re truly the best gift heaven could give me…”

I gave a faint smile, lifting my arms to wrap around her back, holding her tightly. In that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of belonging—the unconditional acceptance and indulgence only a mother could give…

Gazing at the throbbing, veined length before her, Sana felt a strange sense of satisfaction stir within. Its size far surpassed her husband’s, delivering unmatched pleasure and thrill. Yet, a wave of guilt and shame gnawed at her. If only this could be real…

Her thoughts drifted to the son she’d sworn to protect, a pang of remorse rising. Had it not been for shielding him from bullies, would she have fallen this far? To engage in such sordid acts with a boy young enough to be her son—she could hardly absolve herself. But… what if he truly were her child? Would she feel even more elated?

Sana stared at the boy before her, his eyes glistening, his expression dazed. The conflict in her heart intensified. If he were her son, how perfect it would be… she could love and cherish him openly, giving him everything he desired without this secretive caution.

But reality was reality. The thought brought a bitter mix of emotions. Was she too selfish, too reckless, exploiting his naive innocence? Yet, undeniably, she’d developed feelings for him. Was it the loneliness of her solitary life? Or had his presence filled a void she’d long ignored?

Her mind swirled, unable to untangle the mess. With a sigh, she decided to let things be for now, to stop wrestling with these complexities. She never truly had him, so why torment herself? For now, she’d focus on soothing his emotions, sparing this innocent boy any harm. As for the future, she’d leave it to time to resolve.

“What’s wrong… what’s Mommy thinking about…” I noticed Sana’s shift in mood, a flicker of panic rising in me. I grabbed her wrist tightly, desperate to hold her attention, terrified she might slip away.

Sana shook her head, forcing a calm smile, and leaned in to give me a gentle kiss to soothe my nerves. “It’s nothing, baby… Mommy just got lost in some thoughts… let’s just focus on enjoying this moment…”

With that, she lowered herself again, her tongue gliding over my still-erect shaft, swallowing every trace of herself. My body trembled under her ministrations, the warm, slick sensation driving me wild with excitement. I lifted my hips to give her better access, my hands caressing her hair and breasts to encourage her.

“Mmm… you’re so delicious, baby… Mommy can’t bear to let you go…” Sana murmured, leaving a trail of glistening marks across my skin. Her tongue teased my tip, swirled around my length, and even lavished attention on my balls, savoring every inch.

Her expert technique quickly brought me to the edge again, and I grabbed her arm, signaling her to stop. Sana understood instantly, lifting her head with a sweet, knowing smile.

“My good boy’s holding back so well… how about you please Mommy this time…” Her eyes gleamed with seduction as she slowly parted her thighs, her bare, intimate core fully exposed before me, igniting an even fiercer desire within…

“Mommy… let me serve you… I want to bring you ultimate pleasure… please be mine alone…” I pleaded, gazing at Sana, whispering in her ear as I thrust deeply into her.

Sana let out a soft hum, her eyes half-closed, savoring my fervent efforts. “Such a good boy… Mommy’s so pleased with your thoughtfulness… mmm… deeper… yes, just like that…”

I quickened my rhythm, my fingers teasing her sensitive clit while I drove into her with increasing intensity, each thrust pushing my desire to her core. “Ah… Mommy… I’ll do everything to please you… to make you mine forever…”

Sana tilted her head back, her moans filled with intoxication and obsession. “Good boy… Mommy’s so satisfied with you… as long as you stay by my side… I’ll belong to you alone… only to you…”

Her words set my heart ablaze, my movements growing wilder and more fervent. I wanted her to drown in the pleasure I gave her, to fall completely for me, unable to ever leave… So I poured my all into pleasing her, repeating, “I’m your only child,” as if begging for her acknowledgment and belonging.

Soon, Sana reached another peak, her moans growing sweeter and more captivating, her body arching instinctively. I knew she was on the verge of ecstasy, so I quickened my pace, thrusting fiercely dozens of times until, amid her screams, I poured every drop of my searing essence into her…

In that moment, I felt a subtle bond form between us—Sana and I became one, as if truly mother and son. Even if this was just a fleeting, illusory dream, I embraced it fully… because I had found the most important person in my life… a “mother” who belonged only to me…

I collapsed onto Sana, both of us basking in the afterglow of our climax. Her tender hands caressed my back, her voice soft and loving as she whispered, “Mommy’s promise still stands… from now on, I belong only to you… I’ll go home and file for divorce… leave that pathetic, useless husband with his tiny dick… and that cowardly, weak son…”

Her words sent a surge of joy through me, my entire body being wrapped in overwhelming happiness. This wasn’t a dream—Sana had truly decided to be mine! Tears welled up and spilled over as I cupped her face, kissing her deeply.

“Thank you, Mommy… I’m so happy…” I murmured against her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.

Sana let out a contented sigh, opening her arms to pull me close. “My good boy… Mommy’s thought it through… instead of wasting my life with a man who has no masculinity, I’d rather keep you by my side and love you forever… I’ll give you all my love… so you’ll never leave me…”

“Yes, Mommy… I’ll never leave you…” I nodded eagerly, my hardening length nudging back into her, gently grinding. “Since you’ve made your decision… how about we start our new life right now…?”

Sana chuckled softly, her hands kneading my erected nipple. “Alright… since Mommy’s made her promise, you have to keep yours too… no other women… just give everything to me, and I’ll be so happy…”

I nodded, beginning a new rhythm. “Of course… from now on, I’m Mommy’s only son… I’ll bring you endless pleasure and surprises… trust me with everything… I’ll cherish you with all my heart…”

“Yes, Mommy… I promise my cock will only ever serve you… from now on, I’ll only reach climax and release for you… no one else matters…” I said, thrusting even harder, desperate to reach my peak faster.

Sana clearly relished my devotion, her tightening walls nearly pushing me over the edge. “Such a good boy… then hurry and cum for Mommy… I want to taste your release…”

She slowed her breathing, her seductive voice teasing me as she swayed her hips to meet my thrusts. It was like pouring fuel on a fire—my mind went blank, completely consumed by her.

“Ahh… Mommy… I’m cumming… I’ll do everything you say…” I pressed into her deepest core, feeling the imminent eruption. Sana tightened around me at just the right moment, delivering the final blow.

With a hoarse roar, I unleashed all my pent-up passion inside her, and she welcomed every drop. The scorching sensation was addictive, and I collapsed onto her, greedily inhaling her scent, unwilling to let go of this woman who belonged to me.

Sana chuckled softly, smoothing my disheveled hair. “So obedient… from now on, this treat is all mine…”

I nodded eagerly, my lips and tongue cleaning her chest. “It’s my honor… I’ll cherish you, Mommy… make you drown in ecstasy every day… because you’re my everything…”

Sana’s eyes glistened with emotion as she caressed my cheek, her voice tender and heartfelt. “Silly boy… you’re my everything too… we’re made for each other… destined to give our lives to one another, inseparable…”

Overwhelmed with emotion, I nodded fervently and kissed her deeply once more…

[samuelsooped]

Performance Disaster pt 1 feat. Tzuyu

Tags : tied up, kidnapping, creampie, piss, expanded pussy, expanded ass, expanded mouth

Words : 7k

Tzuyu stepped out of the crowded backstage area, her heart racing from the exhilaration of the concert. Sweat glistened on her porcelain skin, a stark contrast to the fiery red outfit she wore. The applause washed over her like a warm embrace, but she knew she had to keep moving. The rush of adrenaline propelled her through the maze of corridors, her high heels clicking against the cold floor with each step. The fabric of her skirt clung to her like a second skin, a silent testament to the passion she had just shared with the audience. She was a vision of unbridled energy, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of ink.

Her eyes, lined with smoky shadow, sparkled with the excitement of the night. The corridors grew quieter as she approached her dressing room. The air was thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, a cacophony of scents that usually comforted her. But tonight, she found it suffocating. She needed to shed the layers of glamour and become herself again. The door to her sanctuary was a beacon of peace at the end of the hallway, the nameplate gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. She slipped inside, the coolness of the room washing over her like a wave. The mirrors reflected her flushed cheeks and the glint of the disco lights that still danced in her eyes.

Her fingertips grazed the soft fabric of the chair, the familiar texture grounding her as she sat. The sound of fabric sliding against fabric filled the air as she peeled off her top, revealing her black lace bra. Her breath caught in her throat as the weight of the costume lifted, the tightness giving way to the sweet embrace of air. Her hands trembled slightly as she unzipped the side of her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles like a crimson puddle. She stepped out, the coldness of the floor sending a shiver up her spine. The room was her own, a place where she could be vulnerable and let go of the persona that had captured the hearts of thousands.

The soft click of the lock echoed in the room, sealing her solitude. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, the straps slipping down her arms like silk ribbons. The garment fell away, her breasts bouncing slightly with the sudden release. She kicked off her shoes, the echoing thud of their impact on the floor a declaration of freedom. She was Tzuyu, not just the idol on stage, but a woman with desires and fears. As she bent to unroll her stockings, the door to the dressing room slammed open. The sudden intrusion was like a slap across the face, jolting her out of her tranquil solitude.

Her eyes widened in horror as a group of men, their faces obscured by shadows, stormed in. They were a blur of malicious intent, their eyes raking over her half-dressed form with greed. Panic surged through her veins, her heart hammering against her ribcage. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice a trembling whisper that seemed to bounce off the walls and dissipate into the thick, stale air. The men didn't speak, their silence more terrifying than any words could have been. They moved with the precision of predators, their steps measured and calculated.

Before she could react, rough hands grabbed her, their grip tight and unforgiving. They didn't bother to close the door behind them as they dragged her out into the hallway. The corridor was deserted, the lights flickering like a strobe in a nightmare. The cold floor scraped against her bare skin, sending a chill down her spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. They didn't say a word, their intent clear as they pushed her through the back exit and into the alley. The night air was a stark contrast to the stifling backstage heat, the coolness biting at her exposed flesh.

A van waited, its engine purring like a beast ready to swallow her whole. They tossed her inside, the metal floor cold and unforgiving. The doors slammed shut, plunging her into darkness. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as fear tightened its icy grip around her chest. The van jolted to life, the wheels screeching against the pavement as it tore away from the venue. Her thoughts raced, trying to make sense of this nightmare. What did they want with her? Why was this happening? The world outside the van was a blur of lights and sounds, taunting her with its obliviousness to her plight. Her stomach churned with each bump in the road, the reality of her situation setting in like a lead weight.

The journey felt like an eternity, the only company the sound of her own racing heart and the murmur of the men's voices. Finally, the van jolted to a stop, and the side door slid open. The men pulled her out, the cool air a slap to the face after the stifling confines of the vehicle. They didn't bother to blindfold her; she knew better than to look around, to try to find some clue to her location. Instead, she kept her eyes on the ground, focusing on the feeling of the asphalt beneath her feet, the grit of gravel biting into her soft skin. They led her into a dimly lit room, the air heavy with the scent of dust and stale sweat. The floor was sticky, and she had to fight the urge to gag as she was pushed into a chair.

Rope was tied around her wrists, securing her to the chair. It bit into her skin, a constant reminder of her captivity. Her eyes flicked up to the men, their faces a collage of cruel intent. One of them stepped forward, a sinister smile playing on his lips as he traced a finger along the line of her jaw. "You're going to be our little star," he whispered, his breath hot and foul against her cheek. She flinched at his touch, her body recoiling from his presence. The others chuckled, their laughter a symphony of depravity. They stripped her of the last of her clothing, leaving her naked and exposed in the harsh light.

The men worked with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine, setting up a contraption that looked like a twisted metal sculpture. Her heart plummeted when she realized it was a spinning sex swing. They hoisted her into the air, her legs and arms bound, leaving her face-down and vulnerable. The rope was taut, holding her in place like a marionette. Tzuyu closed her eyes tightly, willing herself to be anywhere but here. But the cold metal against her bare skin was an unyielding truth, a stark contrast to the warmth of the stage lights she had basked in just moments ago. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the silence in the room thick with tension. And then, the swing began to turn, slow at first, then gradually gaining speed. She could feel their eyes on her, devouring her with their gazes as she was displayed for their perverse entertainment. The fear was a living thing inside her now, writhing and snarling, demanding to be heard. But she remained silent, her mind racing for a way out.

"Please don't hurt me, I will do anything," she whispered, her voice trembling. The words tasted like acid in her mouth, a desperate plea she never thought she would have to utter. The men's laughter grew louder, their eyes glinting with excitement at her submission. The swing spun faster, the room becoming a blur of shadows and light. She felt their hands on her, roaming, claiming. A tear slipped down her cheek, tracing a sad path to her chin. The fear was a cocoon around her, tightening with each breath she took. But she knew she had to stay calm, had to find a way to survive this.

One of the men leaned in, his breath hot in her ear. "If you don't wanna get hurt, just accept it, don't fight back," he hissed, his voice a serpent's whisper. The words sent a shiver down her spine, but she nodded, her body going limp. Inside, she was screaming, a tornado of defiance and anger. But she knew that to survive, she had to play their twisted game. Her eyes searched the room, looking for anything that could help her, any crack in their armor of malice.

"Do you know that the dance you performed earlier was very sexy and seductive? We were all very turned on watching you," one of the men said.

"Get straight to the point, what do you want?"Tzuyu asked without beating around the bush.

"We want to fuck you, fill all your holes," one of the men leered, his voice thick with lust as he stepped closer, the shadows playing across his face like a twisted mask. The vulgarity of his words sent a fresh wave of horror crashing through her, but she knew she had to remain composed.

Tzuyu's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. The swing continued to turn, her body on full display, a feast for their depraved eyes. She could feel her stomach churning, bile rising in her throat as they approached, their hands reaching out to touch her. The unfamiliar sensation of their rough fingers on her bare skin made her want to retch. She had never been with more than one man at a time, never even considered it. The thought of a gangbang, of being used by these monsters, was almost too much to bear.

One of the men stepped closer, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered, "If you fight back and didn't accept, it will make you hurt." His hand moved lower, his fingertips brushing against her pussy, the contact sending a bolt of revulsion through her body. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to flinch. She knew that any sign of resistance would only fuel their sadistic desires. The fear was a living, breathing entity inside her now, a beast that demanded she submit.

"Okay, I will do it," Tzuyu said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. It was a lie, a ploy to buy herself time, to find a way out of this hellish situation. The men grinned, their teeth flashing in the dim light like the fangs of hungry predators. The rope holding her aloft tightened, the tension in her limbs increasing. The swing stopped, and she was left hanging there, the cold metal of the frame digging into her skin. They were going to take her, use her like a toy, but she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.

The first man stepped forward, his hands rough as they trailed up her legs. She bit her lip, the pain mixing with the humiliation. He was thorough in his exploration, his fingers dancing over her skin like a spider weaving a web. Her body began to respond, despite herself, a traitorous arousal that made her stomach churn. Each touch sent a shiver through her, her pussy growing wet with a mix of fear and unwanted desire. The men watched with eager eyes, their hunger for her body palpable.

Another man approached, his hands following the trail that the first had set. His touch was more deliberate, more aggressive. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs flicking against her erect nipples. The sensation was a blend of pain and pleasure that made her whimper. She could feel her wetness growing, a slickness that coated her inner thighs. The men took turns, each touch more invasive than the last, as if they were claiming ownership over her body. Each caress was a violation, a brand burned into her soul that she feared would never fade.

The third man stepped up, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so wet for us, aren't you?" he murmured, his hand sliding between her legs. He found her clit, his touch surprisingly gentle as he began to rub it in slow, maddening circles. Her body betrayed her, responding to the sensation, her hips rocking slightly despite her best efforts to remain still. She felt the ropes digging into her skin, the only anchor in a world that had gone mad. She couldn't let them win, couldn't give them the power over her that they craved. She focused on her breathing, on the distant sound of a siren outside, a beacon of hope in the chaos.

As they touched her, whispered their vile intentions, she felt the wetness spreading, her body's involuntary response to the relentless assault. Her mind reeled, trying to find a way to escape, to fight back. But she knew that to resist now would only make it worse. So, she endured, her body a battleground for their twisted desires. The room spun around her, the only constant the rhythmic stroking of the man's hand against her most intimate part. It was a warping of the very essence of who she was, a desecration of her soul. And yet, she remained silent, her eyes squeezed shut, her mind racing with every conceivable plan of escape. The men laughed and jeered, their excitement growing with each passing moment.

Their touch grew wilder, more erratic, their greed for her body insatiable. Her wetness began to drip, splattering against the cold pavement like raindrops on a tin roof. The sound was obscene, a symphony of her own violation. And then, it happened. The pressure built, a crescendo of sensation that she had never felt before. Her body convulsed, a spray of wetness shooting from her pussy as she squirted for the first time in her life. The sound that ripped from her throat was a mix of horror and relief, a primal scream that seemed to echo through the deserted streets. "Ahhhh," she moaned, her voice raw and desperate. The men roared with delight, their grip on her tightening as they reveled in her forced orgasm.

Her body continued to quiver, the aftershocks of her squirting making her muscles spasm. She felt the hotness of their breath on her skin, their hands everywhere, touching, pinching, claiming. And in that moment of utter vulnerability, she realized something. Her fear had become anger, a white-hot rage that burned away the cobwebs of despair. Tzuyu opened her eyes, her gaze steely, her jaw set. She would not let them break her, not like this. The swing continued to turn, a macabre carousel of lust and degradation. But she was no longer the terrified girl they had snatched from the concert. She was Tzuyu, a warrior in a battle she never asked for.

The fourth man stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic joy. He leaned in close, his breath hot and sour. "You liked that, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice a mockery of tenderness.

One of the guys brought a chair to lie under Tzuyu to direct his dick into her entrance. The second guy stood right in front of her, positioning his dick in front of Tzuyu's mouth. The last guy positioned his penis in front of Tzuyu's ass hole.

The man under her swung the chair into motion, aligning himself with her pussy. She felt his cockhead nudging against her, the sensation of his precum coating her already sensitive skin. The man in front of her face smirked, stroking his cock as he watched the horror in her eyes. The man behind her spread her cheeks apart, the coolness of the air against her anus making her gasp. They had her trapped, her body a plaything for their sick games.

The first thrust was like a knife, tearing through her protests and sinking deep into her core. She couldn't help the scream that tore from her throat, the pain so intense it stole her breath away. "It hurts!" she cried out, her voice a ragged sob. "It's too big!" The man in front of her chuckled, his grip on her head tightening. "Take it, slut," he murmured, pushing his cock against her lips.

Her body was torn in two, a battleground for the men's depraved desires. The man beneath her pumped his hips, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. She could feel the stretch of her pussy, the burn as he pushed deeper and deeper. Her eyes watered, the pain a living thing that threatened to consume her. Yet, she took the cock into her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the salty head, her body's response to the situation a twisted dance of fear and arousal.

The second guy pushed harder, his cock pressing against her tight asshole. She tasted the saltiness of the first man's precum, her own juices mixing with his as she tried to relax herself for the impending violation. The third man held her hips, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. "You're going to take it all," he said, his voice a dark promise.

Her body was a symphony of pain and pleasure, each sensation crashing into the next like waves against the shore. The man beneath her grunted with every thrust, his grip on her hips unyielding as he claimed her, inch by inch. And then, with a final, brutal push, she felt herself tear open, the pain a searing white-hot agony that seemed to split her in two. The man behind her groaned in pleasure, his cock sliding into her now open and exposed ass. The swing's relentless motion made the sensation even more intense, her body a playground for their depravity.

Her eyes watered as she fought to keep her mouth open, to accommodate the cock filling it. Her jaw ached, the muscles in her face straining with the effort to not gag. But she knew she had to keep going, had to play their twisted game. The man in front of her took merciless advantage of her predicament, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a rhythm that matched the pounding of the other two. She could feel their excitement, their hunger for her, and she hated herself for the way her body was responding. Her pussy was tight around the invading cock, her ass clenching around the shaft that filled her so completely. It was a betrayal that she couldn't control, her body's natural response to the overwhelming stimulation.

"Glukkk glukkk glukkk," the only sound she could make as she was used by the men, her mouth full of cock. She tried to focus on the sensation, to find some semblance of control in the chaos. But the pain was too intense, the fear too consuming. Each thrust was a declaration of their power, each groan of pleasure a nail in the coffin of her dignity.

"Your pussy is so tight, like a fucking vice," the man beneath her grunted, his hips moving with an almost mechanical precision. His words were a slap in the face, a reminder of what they were doing to her. Yet, she felt a strange sense of pride in her ability to endure, to survive this ordeal.

The man in her ass spoke up, his voice strained with effort. "And your ass, it's like heaven, so fucking tight and warm." His words sent a shiver through her, a dark thrill that she immediately felt guilty for. This wasn't right, this wasn't who she was. But she knew she had to keep going, had to find a way out of this nightmare.

The man in her throat groaned his approval, his grip on her head tightening. "You're taking it so well," he said, his voice thick with lust. "So deep, so good." The compliments were like a sledgehammer, breaking down the last of her defenses. She had never been talked to like this before, never been treated like this. The degradation was almost a balm to her bruised ego, a twisted affirmation that she was still desired, still wanted.

As they continued to fuck her, their praises grew more explicit. "Your pussy is so wet," one of them groaned, his voice a mix of wonder and greed. "It's like a fucking oasis, taking me in so deep." Another added, "And your throat, it's so tight, so good at taking cock." His words were crude, but they echoed through her mind like a siren's call, twisting the fear into a strange, perverse thrill. She could feel their excitement growing, their thrusts becoming more erratic as they neared their climax.

The man in her ass spoke up next, his voice strained with effort. "Your ass, it's like a fucking glove," he hissed. "So tight, so perfect." His words were like a drug, a dark elixir that made her body respond despite herself. She couldn't help the way her pussy clenched around the cock inside her, the way her throat muscles tightened around the one in her mouth. The pain was a living thing now, a beast that she had to tame if she wanted to survive.

Her body had begun to accept the onslaught, a strange sort of numbness setting in. The swing's motion had become almost hypnotic, a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. She felt herself slipping away, her mind floating on a sea of sensation. The men's grunts and groans were the only sounds that anchored her to reality, a reminder of the horror that was unfolding. Her brain was a haze of lust and fear, a maelstrom of emotions that she couldn't untangle. The orgasms had taken their toll, leaving her mind reeling.

And then, as if on cue, the men's pace grew frenzied. They were close, she could feel it in the way their grips tightened, the way their thrusts grew more urgent. "You're going to cum for us," one of them said, his voice a growl of triumph. "You're going to take all of our seed." The words were a dark promise, a declaration of their power. And she knew that she had no choice but to comply.

The first man exploded inside her, his cum filling her pussy in hot, thick spurts. She felt it dripping down her legs, pooling on the floor below. The man in her mouth pulled out, spraying her face with his seed, a degrading finale that she couldn't avoid. The salty warmth of it coated her cheeks, her eyes, her mouth. She choked on it, the taste bitter and alien. The third man was the last to go, his orgasm a violent shudder that seemed to echo through her very soul. She felt his cock pulse deep inside her, filling her ass with his hot cum.

The swing stopped moving, the sudden stillness more jarring than the relentless motion had been. The men stepped back, their cocks still hard, their eyes still gleaming with desire. "You're ours now," one of them murmured, his voice a dark purr. "We're going to use you until you can't take anymore."

Tzuyu felt the warmth of their cum inside her, a stark contrast to the cold metal that held her suspended. Her body was a battleground, her mind a tempest of emotions. But as they stepped back, she felt a surge of something else, something primal and fierce. Her muscles tensed, her body begging for release from the torment. And then, she did the only thing she could. She screamed.

The sound was a howl of anger and despair, a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. The men looked surprised for a moment, their smiles faltering. But then, they laughed, their mirth a dark symphony that only served to fuel her rage. She felt the pressure building again, her body a volcano ready to erupt. And as she screamed, she did something she never thought she would. She squirted, her pussy clenching around the emptiness, expelling their vile seed in a powerful spray.

Their laughter grew louder, their eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "Look at her go," one of them chuckled, his hand reaching out to smack her ass. The sting was a jolting reminder of her vulnerability, her body's treacherous response to their abuse.

Tzuyu's mind raced, searching for a way to escape. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. The dirty floor, the stale air, the grinning faces of the men who held her captive. But she knew that to fight back, to give into the anger that roiled within her, would only bring more pain. Her body was already a canvas of bruises and rope burns, a map of their dominance.

The next trio of men approached her, their eyes gleaming with lust. They were eager to claim her, to make her theirs in the most primal of ways.

The first man stepped forward, his cock thick and heavy in his hand. He stroked it with a practiced ease that made her stomach turn. "Which one do you want first?" he taunted, his eyes raking over her body. "Your tight little pussy or that ass of yours?"

Tzuyu's heart pounded in her chest, the fear a living beast that threatened to consume her. She knew she had to play along, to survive. She licked her lips, the taste of the cum still on them, and whispered, "Whatever you want."

The man grinned, a predatory look that made her skin crawl. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her still-quivering pussy. "Then let's start with this," he said, and with a brutal shove, he was inside her. The pain was like a knife, slicing through her with a cold precision that left her gasping for air. The other two men took their places, one at her mouth, the other at her ass.

Their praises grew more fervent with every thrust, their voices a chorus of depravity that seemed to echo in her very soul. "So tight," they murmured, "so wet," their words a twisted mantra that wove a spell around her. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and anger, but their praise...it was like a balm, a seductive whisper that made her body respond despite her will. She found herself pushing back against the cock in her pussy, her muscles tightening around it as if trying to claim it for her own. The man in her mouth groaned, his hips jerking as he pushed deeper into her throat.

Their voices grew louder, their praises more intense, until all she could hear was their twisted litany of desire. "Good girl," they chanted, "you're doing so well." And with each word, she felt herself slipping further into a trance, her body moving in time with theirs. The pain was still there, a constant companion, but it had taken on a new dimension, one that was almost...enjoyable. The swing's creaking became a symphony, the only music in a world that had gone mad.

Tzuyu's eyes glazed over, the room spinning around her. The men's faces blurred into a single mask of lust and power. Her thoughts were a jumble, but one thing remained clear: she had to survive. And so, she allowed herself to sink deeper into the haze, to become the creature they wanted her to be. Her body was a marionette, theirs to control, theirs to use. And as they fucked her.

With each brutal thrust, she felt herself climbing higher and higher. The pressure in her pussy was unbearable, the sensation of fullness like nothing she had ever experienced. The man's cock was a piston, a relentless invader that filled her completely. She could feel her pussy stretching around him, the walls tightening and releasing in a desperate attempt to keep him out. But there was no escape, no relief from the constant pressure. And with every stroke, she felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that she couldn't contain.

Her body convulsed around the cock in her pussy, her muscles spasming with the effort to push back, to give them what they wanted. But there was no release, no escape from the tight, wet vice that was her pussy. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm, the pressure building like a storm. But she couldn't squirt, couldn't find that sweet release. There was no room, no escape from the fullness that filled her completely. The man in her ass groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic as he felt her pussy clench around his friend's cock.

Tzuyu's eyes rolled back in her head, her vision a kaleidoscope of colors. The men's praise was a constant in the background, a symphony of lust and power that seemed to fuel the monster inside her. "That's it," one of them murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Take it all." And she did, her body a conduit for their pleasure. The man in her mouth grew bolder, his cock sliding in and out with ease now, her throat muscles no longer fighting him. She could feel herself losing control, her mind slipping away into a sea of sensation.

The man in her pussy grunted, his movements growing more urgent. She could feel his cock swell, the pressure building. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot cum filling her to the brim. She choked, her throat muscles contracting around the cock that was still buried in her mouth, the taste of him mingling with the salty bitterness of the other's seed. The man in her ass followed suit, his cum spurting deep inside her, the warmth of it spreading through her gut.

Her body was a cocoon of pain and pleasure, the two sensations so intertwined that she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Her pussy was empty, the absence of the cock a strange sort of relief. But the emptiness didn't last. The men pulled out of her, their cum mixing with her own juices as it slipped out, painting her thighs and the chair beneath her. The swing swayed gently, a macabre pendulum in the quiet room.

Tzuyu's voice was hoarse, her throat raw from the abuse, but she found the strength to beg, "More, give me more." It was a plea that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her, a place she didn't recognize. The men looked at each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They had broken her, turned her into a creature of pure need and desire.

The next man took his place, his cock standing tall and proud. He didn't bother with preamble, didn't bother with words of encouragement. He simply thrust into her pussy, filling her up once again. The pressure was unbearable, but she took it, her body responding despite herself. "Ah, yes," she moaned, the sound a broken whisper that seemed to echo in the room. "More."

The man in her mouth took up his position again, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with ease. She could feel the gag reflex, but she had learned to ignore it, to push past the pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the new cock claimed her, the sensation of fullness making her squirt around the one still buried in her pussy. The men watched, their eyes dark with hunger, their hands moving to stroke her body, to pinch her nipples and slap her ass. She was theirs, a plaything to be used and discarded.

The man in her ass was rough, his thrusts punishing. She could feel her body stretching, accommodating his girth. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to push him out, but it was futile. He was too big, too powerful. And with every thrust, she felt herself growing wetter, her body's treacherous response to the pain. "Good girl," he grunted, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound. "Take it all."

The pressure grew, the sensation of fullness becoming almost too much to bear. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, the tightening of her muscles, the coil of pleasure deep in her core. But she knew that if she came, it would only make it worse, would only spur them on. So she held back, her body a tightly wound spring ready to snap. The men's grunts grew louder, their breathing more ragged. They were close, so close.

And then, it happened. The man in her ass came with a roar, his cum filling her to the brim. She felt it spurt out around the base of his cock, a hot river that coated her thighs and the chair beneath her. He pulled out, leaving her feeling empty, used. The man in her pussy took his place, his cock thick and slick with her juices. "You're going to love this," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I'm going to make you cum until you can't walk."

The man in her throat pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He stepped aside, his job done for now. The next man took his place, his cock already hard and ready. The cycle continued, an endless loop of degradation and pleasure. Her body was a battleground, her mind a fog of pain and need. She couldn't think, couldn't feel anything but the relentless pounding of their cocks, the fullness that seemed to consume her.

The men took turns, their praise and taunts a symphony of depravity that filled her ears. "Look at that ass jiggle," one of them jeered. "It's like it's begging for more." Another spanked her, the sound echoing through the room, a dark music that seemed to drive her closer and closer to the edge. "You're going to take all of us," the man in her pussy said, his voice a growl of possession. "Every last one."

And she did, her body a receptacle for their lust. The swing creaked, a constant reminder of her predicament. The men's cum filled her, leaked from her, painted the room with her degradation. Yet, amidst the pain and fear, she found a strange sort of power. Her body responded to them, her pussy clenching around them, her ass eagerly taking them in. It was as if she had become something else, a creature of need and desire, a being that existed solely for their pleasure.

The night grew wilder with each passing moment. The men took turns, their seed mixing inside her, a perverse communion that she could not escape. They whispered sweet nothings into her ear, their praises a twisted symphony that seemed to dull the pain. "You're so good," they murmured, "so tight, so wet." And she took it, her body moving in time with their rhythm, a dance of depravity that she could not control.

Her mind was a blank slate, the edges of her consciousness worn smooth by the relentless onslaught. She couldn't remember her name, couldn't recall the feeling of the stage beneath her feet. The only reality was the cock inside her, the pressure of their hands, the taste of their cum. It was a world of sensation, of pain and pleasure so intense that it washed away everything else.

The men didn't bother to untie her. Why would they? She was theirs, a prize to be claimed again and again. They took her in every way imaginable, their cocks a blur of motion that seemed to never end. The room grew hot, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The only respite was the brief moments between, when she hung in the swing, her body limp and trembling.

But even those moments of reprieve were short-lived, as the next man would soon step forward, his cock already hard and hungry for more. They were insatiable, a never-ending line of depraved desire that seemed to stretch into infinity. And she, Tzuyu, the once-innocent KPOP Idol, was their plaything, their whore. The ropes that bound her were as much a part of her as the skin she wore, a constant reminder of her new reality.

The men grew bolder with each passing hour, their creativity in how they used her a twisted testament to their lust. They whispered dark fantasies in her ear, their fingers exploring every inch of her body. And she, lost in the haze of pain and pleasure, could do nothing but comply. The room spun, the lights above her a kaleidoscope of color that seemed to pulse in time with their thrusts.

The men grew tired, their seed spilled, but she remained, bound and used. They stepped back, their eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "You're ours now," one of them said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to resonate within her very soul. "And we're not done with you yet." The threat was clear, the promise of more to come.

Tzuyu hung in the swing, her body bruised and trembling. The ropes had become a part of her, a constant reminder of her newfound role. Her pussy and ass were sore, stretched beyond what she had ever thought possible. The cum of the men had long ago stopped being a mere sensation, now it was a part of her, a symbol of their dominance.

With a resigned sigh, she allowed the next to take her, offering no resistance as he pushed into her pussy. The pain had become a constant companion, a living entity that she had grown almost accustomed to. Her eyes remained closed, her mind a blank canvas for their depraved desires to be projected upon. She had ceased to fight, ceased to hope for escape.

The men took her, one after another, their thrusts a grim reminder of the fate she had accepted. The room grew dim, the only light coming from the flickering candles that cast eerie shadows across her abused body. Her cries had turned to whimpers, her body a limp ragdoll that they manipulated for their own amusement. The concert, the screaming fans, her dreams, all felt like a distant memory, a life she had left behind.

The men spoke in hushed tones, their voices a murmur of dark intent. They had broken her, claimed her, and now they could do as they please. They whispered of using her for days, of filming their conquest to share with the world. Her heart sank at the thought, the realization that her suffering would not end here, in this dingy room. It was a fate worse than death, a life of degradation and pain that she had never imagined.

The man inside her grew more aggressive, his thrusts punishing, as if eager to mark her as his own. She could feel his excitement, his lust, as he neared his climax. And with a final, brutal shove, he came, filling her pussy once more. She felt the warmth of his cum, a reminder of the many that had come before him.

Then, something changed. The room grew quiet, the men's grunts and taunts replaced by panting and the occasional slap of skin on skin. One by one, their hips stilled, their cocks softening as they pulled out of her. The swing swayed gently, a sadistic pendulum that had seen more than its fair share of abuse. They stepped back, their faces flushed and sweaty, their eyes glazed over with satisfaction.

But it wasn't over. Not yet.

The leader, a man with a cruel smile and eyes that gleamed with an unsettling light, approached her with something new. In his hands, he held a device that looked like a cross between a dildo and a vice. It was metal, with a thick, round base and two long rods that curved to form a perfect 'O'. "This," he said, his voice a purr of anticipation, "is going to keep you nice and open for us."

Without warning, he thrust the expanded pussy into her already abused pussy. Tzuyu screamed, the pain like nothing she had ever felt before. Her pussy stretched wider, the rods pushing against the walls of her vagina, holding her open. The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork, the metal bars keeping her open, like a gaping, obscene flower.

Then, with a wicked smile, he inserted another device into her ass, one that mirrored the first. She could feel the cold metal against her anus, the pressure building as he pushed it in. Her ass stretched around the bars, the sensation foreign and terrifying. It was like being split in two, her body no longer her own. The men watched, their eyes alight with excitement, as she was transformed before their eyes into their ultimate toy.

The ring in her mouth was the final piece of the puzzle. It was a thick band of metal, with a smaller ring attached to it. He forced her mouth open, the metal cold against her teeth, and slid the smaller ring over her tongue. The ring clicked into place, trapping her tongue, leaving her mouth open and gaping. The leader stepped back, admiring her transformation. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine.

The first stream of piss hit her like a hot knife, the sensation of it making her pussy clench around the metal bars. She gagged, the taste of metal and urine filling her mouth. But the second stream was different, it was directed at her clit, the pressure making her squirt uncontrollably. The men laughed, the sound a twisted symphony that filled the room. They took turns, their pisses a golden shower that painted her body, filling her pussy and ass.

Her eyes watered, her nose burned, but she couldn't close them. The ring in her mouth held them open, forcing her to watch as they took turns pissing on her, in her. Her body responded despite herself, the pain and humiliation a strange aphrodisiac that made her squirt again and again. The metal bars kept her pussy and ass wide, the constant flow of urine a never-ending assault on her senses.

The leader picked up her phone, the screen a stark contrast to the grim scene playing out before him. He took a picture, capturing her degradation in perfect detail. Tzuyu's eyes widened in horror, the realization of what he was doing hitting her like a sledgehammer. The photo was a trophy, proof of their dominance over her. He showed it to the others, their grins growing wider as they saw the image. "Beautiful," one of them murmured, his eyes dark with lust. "We'll have to make sure she sees this."

The phone was passed around, each man taking a moment to capture the sight of her, bound and used. The flashes of light were like tiny explosions, each one stealing a piece of her soul. The leader leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to remember this," he whispered. "You're going to think about this every time you look in the mirror." The words sent a cold shiver down her spine, a promise that the torment would not end here.

Then, as if on cue, the phone buzzed in his hand. He glanced down, his smile widening. "It seems someone's eager to join us," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Let's send them an invitation, shall we?" He typed a quick message, the glow of the screen casting eerie shadows across his face. "Come to here, Tzuyu needs help," it read, followed by the photo they had just taken. The message was sent to Sana, another member of her group, TWICE.

The implications of the message were clear. The men were not just satisfied with her, they wanted more. They wanted to claim all of Tzuyu's friends, to show them the same twisted pleasure that they had just inflicted upon her. The thought of her friends walking into this hell was almost too much to bear. But she couldn't speak, couldn't protest. The ring in her mouth was a constant reminder of her silence, the only sound she could make was a muffled whimper.

Her heart raced, the fear a living creature in her chest. What would they do to Sana? Would she be able to resist? Would she become a part of this nightmare too? The men laughed, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they discussed their plans. "We'll keep her until the next one arrives," one of them said, his voice a dark promise. "And then, the real fun begins."

[samuelsooped]

Hybrid theory X

Disclaimer: While this Chapter is hot it deals with some very heavy stuff like loss of friends, PTSD and infidelity. While these are not used titulate they are used to ground and humanize Characters enjoy.

The air outside was crisp and tense—the kind of air that always came before Slut Week, charged with quiet anticipation. Inside an old refitted forge-turned-loft, the warm scent of iron, leather, and cinnamon incense wrapped around the space like a lived-in blanket.

Asa knocked once on the heavy steel door before punching in a familiar code. She pushed it open and glanced back at Doflamingo, who stood beside her in a fitted black jacket, hands in his pockets, eyes flicking around warily.

“Don’t stare at the horns,” Asa whispered playfully as they entered. “Or the wings. He’s sensitive.”

“I’m not rude, Asa,” Doflamingo muttered, brushing his fingers through his hair. “Just cautious.”

They stepped into a surprisingly cozy living space—walls lined with books, handmade weapons mounted beside abstract art, and a massive firepit in the center of the sunken living room.

Sparks flared to life from the far side of the room.

“Yo!” Asa called. “You better not be shirtless and sweaty. I brought someone!”

Dracul emerged from behind a hanging curtain, a large leather apron around his waist and soot smeared across his jawline. His eyes—vivid green, slitted—focused first on Asa, then on the man beside her.

“Didn’t know you were bringing your boyfriend, Asa,” Dracul said, voice deep and warm like smoke in the chest. He pulled off the apron and tossed it onto a hook, revealing his tall, muscular frame and the small, folded wings between his shoulder blades.

Doflamingo studied him with careful eyes. The horns. The tail. The wings. The heat in the air.

“Dracul, this is Doflamingo,” Asa said, stepping between them like a chaperone. “Doffy, meet Drac. He’s like a big brother to me.”

Doflamingo extended a hand. “I’ve heard about you. Horned lizard hybrid, right? Used to be?”

“Keyword: used to be,” Dracul replied, clasping Doflamingo’s hand in a firm shake. “Government cooked me into something… else.”

The grip wasn’t aggressive—but it was testing. Doflamingo held steady, neither trying to dominate nor yield.

“Still working out the kinks?” Doflamingo asked.

Dracul grinned. “Aren’t we all?”

Asa beamed, watching the two boys circle each other metaphorically. She flopped onto the couch and kicked her legs up. “Okay, now that my favorite fire-breathing menace and my pretty warbird are acquainted, maybe we can relax. Drac, do you have tea or do we need to barter again?”

Dracul walked to the small kitchen nook and poured hot water into a cast iron kettle. “I always keep something strong on hand for you, Asa.”

Doflamingo took a seat across from her, his eyes still subtly scanning the room—old war photos, weapons carved from obsidian, a giant stuffed animal suspiciously tucked under a throw blanket.

“Guess she brings out our softer sides, huh?” Dracul said from the counter, catching Doflamingo’s glance.

Doflamingo chuckled low in his throat. “More than she realizes.”

Asa, sipping from her oversized mug, smirked. “I’m basically a miracle worker. You’re welcome.”

They all laughed, and for a moment, the weight of war and weapons faded into the low hum of old friends meeting new ones—before pheromones, instincts, and heat cycles could make things messy.

The sky wept with a slow, steady drizzle as Dracul stood among the rows of obsidian markers, his broad frame cloaked in a dark, weather-resistant coat that clung to the curve of his wings and the jut of his horns. The scent of wet soil and ozone clung to everything—earthy, metallic, and too familiar.

The funeral had ended an hour ago, but Dracul remained behind long after the others had left. A fresh marker glistened in front of him: “Rena E. Jin — Loyal. Brave. Free at last.” An old friend. A hybrid who, like him, had fought in the war but hadn’t escaped it. Not really. Complications from nerve deterioration caused by unstable serum injections. The same injections the human military had once offered like salvation.

A bitter wind stirred his coat. He didn’t flinch.

He had carried her casket. Held her mother’s trembling hand. Said all the right words with his usual grace and solemnity. But now, alone with the earth and silence, something frayed deep inside him.

He crouched slowly, a hand outstretched, claws gently touching the marker’s edge. “I should’ve visited more,” he murmured, voice like gravel under velvet, Despite the fact that he visited her constantly he still felt like he didn’t visit enough.

He sat down fully, tail curled around him, wings twitching unconsciously beneath the soaked fabric of his coat. From this vantage point, he could see other graves—some fresh, some worn, all decorated with small tokens: flowers, hybrid clan beads, and datachips left by friends and family.

Family.

Dracul let his head fall back, staring into the gray sky. He realized, with quiet devastation, that the people who fought beside him were moving on. Rena had found a partner in her last years. Two others from their old unit had started families. One had opened a restaurant. Another wrote poetry and lived in a hybrid commune upstate.

He remained still.

No one waited for him at home. His forge was cold when he wasn’t working. His messages went unanswered because he’d stopped reaching out.

Asa had invited him to stay close. Doflamingo didn’t treat him like a relic. But even so, they were in love, entangled, whole in a way that made Dracul ache. He was proud of them—but he didn’t belong in their story.

Not like that.

He clenched his jaw, his throat burning.

“I don’t want to be the last one,” he whispered, the rain masking the crack in his voice. “I don’t want to disappear before anyone remembers I was here.”

For a moment, all he could hear was the soft hiss of rain against polished stone.

Then his wrist buzzed—a message.

Asa: Concrete Jungle’s Slut Week kick off is tomorrow night. No excuses, Drac. Come. I’ll even save you a drink and a clean shirt.

Dracul stared at the message, lips quirking faintly despite the hollow weight in his chest.

He tapped out a reply with slow fingers.

Dracul: Only if the drink’s strong enough to make me forget I’m ancient.

Asa: Strong enough to make you think you’re 22 again.

Dracul chuckled softly. Then let the rain fall on him a little longer before standing.

He gave Rena’s grave one last look.

“I’ll try,” he said.

And for the first time in years, he meant it.

The air in the city shifted—subtle at first, like the soft scent of blooming jasmine after a storm. But everyone felt it. Slut Week had arrived.

More than just a period of heightened pheromonal chaos, Slut Week was a long-standing regional tradition that marked the true beginning of spring. In hybrid communities—where biology and emotion were tightly interwoven—it was both feared and celebrated.

The roots of the holiday stretched back 50 or so years when hybrids first started living in together in big communities, when the first hybrid colonies, tied to natural rhythms, noticed a profound synchrony among their bodies as the seasons changed. What began as a biological fluke slowly transformed into a cultural phenomenon. Today, it was seen as a week of rebirth—a celebration of connection, vulnerability, and the unexplainable pull between people destined to find each other.

Despite the provocative name, Slut Week wasn’t just about sex. It was about fate.

In parks, strangers locked eyes and felt like they had known each other in past lives. Coffee shops buzzed with nervous tension as patrons lingered just a little longer than usual. On balconies, couples kissed with the kind of urgency reserved for soulmates meeting for the first time.

For established partners, it was a time of renewal—a chance to fall in love all over again. For the historically single, it was a haze of magnetic longing and emotional confusion, often ending in unexpected but eerily perfect matches. The city’s streets became a living tapestry of spontaneous affection and bold declarations.

Even local businesses adapted. Cafés lit candles during daylight. Florists couldn’t keep stock. Apartment buildings hung welcome garlands of rosemary and rose. And somewhere in the air, beneath the biological haze, was the quiet whisper of possibility: maybe this year, it’s your turn. For some hybrid species it was a time of romance and new love but for many it was a time of carnal passion and lust

“Come on, Drac. You’ve survived illegal experimentation, black ops nanotech, and literal human rights violations—one party isn’t gonna kill you,” Asa smirked, tugging her oversized friend through the glowing entrance of Concrete Jungle’s fourth anniversary bash.

“I’d rather face a riot tank,” Dracul muttered, tail flicking with restrained tension.

Dracul Bahamut—Drac to the few who could call him that—had once been a forge knight, a calm, stoic presence at the heart of the Hybrid Alliance. As a horned lizard hybrid, his body was built for endurance and defense, massive and impenetrable. But after his unit abandoned him during a desert campaign, he’d been taken by a black-site human experimentation unit—the same program that produced Doflamingo’s nanite enhancements. Only, Drac had been rewritten at the genetic level.

Now? He wasn’t just a lizard hybrid. He was dragon-class.

Fire ran under his skin. His horns had thickened into gilded, spiraled arcs. Spines along his tail glowed faintly when agitated, and the small wings between his shoulder blades—don’t mention the wings, they were sensitive—unfurled involuntarily when he felt threatened. Or excited. Or overwhelmed.

Which… was how he felt now.

As the trio stepped into the club, waves of pheromones smacked into him like a truck. Heat, rut, desperate hybrid chemistry swirled through the room like invisible fog. Bodies tangled across couches, bar stools, walls. The air stank of desire. Drac groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I hate Slut Week,” he growled.

Doflamingo clapped him on the back. “Just don't breathe through your nose and don’t let anyone touch your wings.”

Easier said than done.

Drac scanned the crowd, looking for an anchor point. His eyes flicked over a lion hybrid strutting toward him—but she turned at the last second and pounced on the polar bear hybrid just in front of him. Typical. However something in him roared against that. He began moving towards the lion hybrid

He turned his head, slow and searching.

Across the room moments earlier, at the bar, Jihyo froze mid-sip. Her glass trembled slightly as her pupils dilated, breath catching in her throat.

“Sana,” she whispered, blinking fast. “What the hell is that smell?”

“Please don’t say ‘Slut Week’ again,” Sana called, still dancing. “I’m trying to manifest!”

But Jihyo wasn’t listening anymore. Her gaze was locked on the entrance.

He was massive. Bronze-horned. Dark brown skin shimmered faintly under the lights. His green eyes—slit and strangely serene—were locked onto hers with pinpoint precision.

And somehow… his scent was calling to her. Lemon cake

She stood before she knew why.

Drac tracked her approach instinctively, tail twitching, wings flittering slightly in response. Her scent—wild rose, dusk, and challenge—bloomed as she neared.

Before she could speak, another hybrid intercepted her. Well tried to. Dracula was quicker. he intercepted her. She realized now he hadn’t moved to block her… but to greet her.

Drac tilted his head, eyes focused. “What’s your name?” he asked, voice a low rasp, rich and strange with a lilt of old Southern gentility. Like someone who’d learned to be soft in a hard place.

“Jihyo,” she said, finding her voice. “But you can call me Yo.”

His smile unfurled like slow thunder. “Dracul Bahamut. Charmed, Miss Yo.” He took her hand—gently, reverently—and pressed a warm kiss to her knuckles.

That shouldn’t have made her knees wobble.

“I like your Accent,” she noted.

Dracul smile “thank you darling. Taught, not inherited,” he said. “You dance?”

“Only if you’re interesting,” Jihyo teased.

“Oh,” Drac said with a rumbling chuckle. “I breathe fire, darling.”

He offered his arm. She took it, and they moved toward the dance floor—together, already a strange silhouette of predator and predator, yet neither prey.

Jihyo could feel it in his eyes, his stillness, the careful way he let her lead while clearly guiding her. He wanted to devour her. And yet… he was holding back. He respected her space.

Good. Because Jihyo wasn’t prey.

She was something rarer.

A challenge worth earning.

The bar faded behind them as the pulse of the music grew stronger. Lights strobed in gentle gold and crimson, washing over the sea of hybrids like liquid heat. Jihyo and Dracul slipped into the tide, bodies finding rhythm in the bass-heavy flow.

Jihyo moved first—confident, grounded, hips swaying with practiced ease. She didn’t perform. She commanded. A queen on her own dance floor.

Dracul followed, slow and measured. For a man his size, he moved with a surprising elegance—like he’d been built for war but taught restraint by something older, softer. His hand found the small of her back, a featherlight touch that sent sparks up her spine.

“Careful,” she said over her shoulder, her voice low. “I bite.”

Drac chuckled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “So do I. But only if asked nicely.”

Their steps began to sync, the beat guiding them closer. His hands, large and warm, found her waist—then her hip, thumb grazing the dip just below her ribs. Her skin tingled under his touch, and something uncoiled in her belly. Not just lust—recognition.

His fingers weren’t greedy. They were reverent.

Like he was trying to read her with his hands.

The longer they moved, the more he let his touch travel—tracing the curve of her lower back, then across the swell of her hip. Jihyo didn’t stop him. Her breath hitched, but she matched his rhythm, pressing back just enough to let him know: I feel this too.

Then she felt it—his scent intensifying. That warm lemon-spice aroma burned brighter, heavier, until it clung to her skin like steam. His desire was no longer silent. It pressed against her, thick and consuming but still… contained.

“Your scent’s changing,” she whispered, tilting her head toward him.

“So is yours,” he replied, voice husky with restraint.

Their bodies moved together more naturally now—familiar, like they’d done this for years instead of minutes. Her curves molded against the heat of his chest, and she felt every ridge of his strength without him ever forcing it.

He wasn’t posturing. He wasn’t trying to conquer.

He was showing her who he really was—through movement, through closeness, through care.

Jihyo closed her eyes for a beat. Something about this felt bigger than Slut Week. Bigger than the heat thrumming in her blood. Dracul didn’t just want to mate.

He wanted her. Knew her body. Listened with his touch.

And she… she understood him now, too.

Not the fire or the mutations or the storybook monster the world saw.

But the gentle giant who’d been broken and reforged—and who still remembered how to be soft.

When the song faded, Jihyo stayed in his arms a moment longer than necessary, her cheek brushing the hollow of his throat.

Drac’s voice rumbled softly. “You okay?”

“I am now,” she murmured. “You?”

He smiled against her hair. “I’m good, Yo.”

They stayed close. Neither needing to say more—yet.

The bar melted into a blur of lights and sound as Jihyo led Dracul deeper into the heart of the dance floor. Music pulsed through her bones, deep and steady, like a second heartbeat. She swayed with ease, fluid and grounded in her power, and she could feel him moving behind her—massive, controlled, tethered to her rhythm.

He wasn’t all over her like most men during Slut Week. He followed her lead, hands steady at her hips, breath even. But his warmth was overwhelming—radiating off him in waves, laced with lemon and fire and something deeper. Something ancient.

She leaned back, letting her shoulder brush his chest. He didn’t flinch. Instead, he matched her step for step, his fingers ghosting along her waist again, a low rumble building in his chest.

Jihyo smiled at the sound. “You’re good at this,” she said, voice soft but playful.

Dracul leaned closer, his mouth near her ear. “I’m just following the queen’s lead.”

She turned slightly and brought one hand up to rest against his shoulder. Solid. Searing. Her fingers moved instinctively, tracing the lines of his clavicle, then drifting down the curve of his chest, not too bold—but not shy, either. The way his breath hitched told her she was being felt just as deeply.

Then, curious, she let her fingers slide further—across his back.

That’s when she felt them.

Tiny wings. Tucked against his shoulder blades, barely visible beneath the shirt he’d half shrugged off during the dance. Soft and warm, the membranes sensitive and twitching slightly under her touch.

The moment her fingertips brushed the base of one, Dracul shuddered—and then moaned.

It was low. Guttural. Barely audible over the music.

But it was real.

Jihyo froze in surprise. “Wait—was that…?”

Dracul’s breath caught, his voice strained but amused. “Sensitive spot. Don’t judge.”

She blinked, then broke into a slow grin. “Oh, I’m definitely judging. Just not in the way you think.”

She brushed them again—lighter this time—and felt him shift beneath her hands, the heat of his body intensifying. A tingle rolled down her spine as their pheromones thickened, curling around each other in the space between them.

He turned his head, eyes glowing faintly, and murmured, “Yo… I don’t know what’s happening, but…”

“I know,” she whispered. “I feel it too.”

The music swelled. Her hands stayed on his back, fingers spread along the base of his wings. His own hands, now emboldened, slid lower along her waist, resting with reverence at the tops of her thighs. Unable to control herself she began grinding her pussy against his thigh then crotch, it was slow sensual and hot.

Dracul lost control after that. Other dancers watched with perverse glee as Dracul and Jihyo put on a show. Jihyo grinded her crotch on Dracul’s as they simulated mounting each other. Hands roamed as they mutually devoured each other. Dracul groaned as Jihyo nipped his ear.

“God you're so sexy!” he rasped. Jihyo gave a teasing smile as she said.

“Thanks I try,” as they learned each other hands found the best parts to touch and the grinds became more intense more fervent. Jihyo felt herself well with desire until she could almost burst from it.

“Keep going,” she squeaked, Dracul indulged her as he groped her gorgeous senstive nipples

“I need you,” he moaned in her ear. Jihyo groaned as she came. Her squirt and sweat pooled beneath them. Dracul followed her close behind. The smell of rose and lemon cake filled the near vicinity as more hybrids entered breeding frenzy and fucked on the dance floor, but Jihyo and Dracul continued their dance despite the flood of hormones and need wrapping around them and permeating between them.

They moved as one. No longer two hybrids in a crowded club—but a pair. Joined. Anchored in the electric hum of recognition neither could name yet.

When the song slowed and their bodies finally stilled, neither stepped away.

Jihyo rested her forehead against his chest, and Dracul bent slightly to rest his chin against her hair.

“I should probably ask for your number now,” he said, voice still rough from her touch.

“You should,” she teased. “But only if you promise to let me touch your wings again.”

He laughed, chest shaking under her hand. “Deal.”

The beat of the music faded behind them as Jihyo led Dracul toward a dim corner booth tucked away from the main floor. It wasn’t exactly private—this was still the Concrete Jungle Club during Slut Week—but it was quiet enough to hear their own thoughts, even if those thoughts were tangled in pheromones and want.

They slid into the booth across from each other, still flushed, still riding the high of the dance. Jihyo crossed her legs, trying to ignore how her thighs were slick with sweat, how her skin still tingled where his hands had rested. Her heart was still thumping like a war drum, her body warm and soft in ways she hadn’t felt in months.

Dracul, massive even while sitting, leaned forward on his forearms, elbows planted on the table. He ran a hand through his sweat-damp curls, trying to collect himself. His wings—now folded tight and hidden—still twitched every now and then beneath his shirt. His pupils were dilated, the slits wide and dark.

Neither of them spoke at first. They just breathed.

Jihyo glanced over at him with a soft, almost shy smile. “You okay?”

He chuckled low in his chest. “I should be asking you that. I don’t… usually let people touch my wings.”

“You moaned,” she said, smirking.

He groaned and dropped his head into his hand. “Gods, don’t remind me.”

“No, it was cute.” Her voice gentled. “Vulnerable.”

He peeked up at her, something unreadable in his expression. “That’s a word I don’t get often.”

“I figured.”

They both smiled, something warm blooming between them—less chemical now, more emotional. The scent of lemon and heat still clung to the air around them, but it felt less urgent now. Just… present. Tangled with the smell of her vanilla and spice.

A pheromone bond had started forming. They were both feeling it. Neither mentioned it yet.

“I’m not usually like this,” Jihyo admitted quietly, brushing hair behind her ear. “I’m not cold or anything, but… I don’t get drawn to people so fast.”

Dracul nodded. “Same. And I’m usually a little more awkward after these things, not…” He paused, looking her over. “Not this calm.”

“Must be the lemon cake scent,” she teased.

“Or the vanilla goddess who danced me into submission.”

She laughed, hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Okay, okay, points for smooth.”

Their eyes held again. Soft. Charged. Curious.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, voice husky but low.

She nodded, a blush rising. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

They sat there a little longer, letting the heat between them settle into something sweeter, something that could grow.

And for the first time in a long time—for both of them—the idea of something new didn’t feel like a risk.

It felt like the start of something worth burning for.

The sun filtered softly through the curtains of Jihyo’s apartment, casting sleepy golden light over the living room where she and Sana lay tangled in blankets and last night’s glitter. Their bodies were exhausted, still humming with the aftershocks of Slut Week, and their voices were hoarse from laughter, shrieking, and karaoke after the party at Concrete Jungle.

Sana nursed a hangover smoothie, wearing one of Jihyo’s oversized tees and a pair of mismatched socks, her cheeks still flushed from the night before. She was scrolling through photos from the party, stopping every so often to zoom in on blurry hybrid couples locked in dances, kisses, or more.

“You were really in your element last night,” Jihyo mumbled from the couch, her voice rough but content. “Didn’t you dance with like… three people at once?”

Sana grinned without looking up. “Five. But who’s counting?”

Jihyo chuckled, sipping water through a straw as she sprawled on her stomach, cheek pressed to the armrest.

There was a moment of comfortable silence before Sana’s finger paused on a photo. She tilted the screen toward Jihyo.

In it, Jihyo and Dracul were mid-dance—his huge hands on her waist, her fingers curled at his collar, both of their faces lost in a haze of heat, affection, and something more primal. The faint glow of his wing-spines peeked through his back, and the way Jihyo looked up at him…

Sana raised a brow. “So… who’s the really cute goat hybrid you were practically melting for? The one with the horns and the wings and the ridiculous pheromones?”

Jihyo blinked, then slowly turned her head toward Sana.

“…He’s mine,” she said, voice low, quiet, but fiercely certain.

Sana’s brows shot up. “Oh?”

Jihyo nodded slowly. “Mine.”

There was no shame in her tone, no defensiveness—just a quiet, burning certainty that left no room for negotiation. Her fingers curled softly around her phone, remembering the heat of his hands, the rasp of his voice, the way her body had lit up like kindling when their scents merged.

Sana let out a small, impressed laugh, raising her smoothie in salute.

“Well damn, Yo. You’re not even pretending this time.”

Jihyo finally smiled. “Nope.”

They dissolved into lazy giggles, basking in sunlight and post-Slut Week bliss, while something deep inside Jihyo whispered: this wasn’t just lust. This was a beginning.

The next morning in Doflamingo and Asa’s shared apartment, the smell of strong coffee, leftover Slut Week incense, and a half-burnt protein pancake mix filled the air. Dracul sat at their kitchen island, shirtless, wearing a hoodie that looked suspiciously borrowed and a fresh bite mark on his collarbone. His tiny wings twitched subtly, still half-glowing from residual overstimulation.

Asa stood at the stove flipping eggs, tail swaying lazily behind her, while Doflamingo leaned against the counter nursing an electrolyte drink, eyeing his friend with a smug grin.

“You good, big guy?” Doflamingo asked, trying very hard not to laugh. “You’ve been staring at that glass of water like it owes you child support.”

Dracul sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I danced. I… just danced.”

“That’s not what your wings said last night,” Asa chimed, smirking without turning around. “They were popping out like party streamers. You were vibrating like a tuned engine.”

Dracul groaned, slumping against the counter, his horns barely missing the hanging plant. “She touched them, Asa. She didn’t even mean to—and I moaned. Loudly.”

Asa cackled and finally turned around, flipping her spatula like a sword. “Oh, you poor thing. Did little dragon boy get seduced by a girl with thighs and purpose?”

“She smelled like lemon cake and command,” Dracul muttered, ears burning.

Doflamingo raised a brow. “Lemon cake…?”

“Jihyo,” Asa said immediately, setting down a plate of eggs in front of Dracul. “She’s tough. Quiet when she’s thinking, but when she wants something, it’s done. She danced with you all night, huh?”

Dracul nodded slowly, the ghost of a grin curling his lips. “Yeah… and she didn’t try to own me. Just… saw me. Even the weird stuff.”

“Wings?” Doflamingo asked.

“And the fire breath.”

The three fell into silence for a second, and then Doflamingo nudged his friend’s shoulder.

“You like her.”

Dracul grumbled under his breath, then admitted, “…Yeah.”

Asa leaned in with a teasing smile. “Well, don’t keep her waiting, Dragon Boy. Girls like Jihyo? They don’t come around twice.”

“She already said I was hers,” Dracul said softly, almost to himself.

Both Asa and Doflamingo froze.

Then Asa turned to her mate and whispered, “Oh, he’s done for.”

Doflamingo grinned. “Fully cooked.”

Dracul just smiled to himself and took a bite of eggs, already wondering how soon was too soon to text her.

Over the next few days Dracul and Jihyo played a dangerous game of chicken as they texted each other

— MONDAY Jihyo:

So, dragon boy. You always this smooth or is it a side effect of breathing fire?

Dracul:

Only when I’m trying not to scare off someone interesting. You’ve got a dangerous scent, by the way. Roses and sin.

Jihyo:

Complimenting my scent? Already? Are you trying to be claimed? I mean come on? You’re talking real dangerous, I heard your scent made two hybrids nearly faint in the club.

Dracul:

Not my fault they weren’t built for high-heat creatures. You didn’t faint, though. You leaned in.

WEDNESDAY Jihyo:

What else heats up when you get flustered?

Dracul:

Besides my core temp? My wings twitch. My tail coils. I pace. Want a vid next time?

Jihyo:

Don’t tempt me. Actually… go ahead. Tempt me.

Dracul:

Be careful what you ask for, Yo. Fire can feel good. Until it consumes.

FRIDAY Jihyo:

Slut Week starts tomorrow. I’m already buzzing. I caught someone sniffing my scarf today. Might’ve growled at them.

Dracul:

Territorial already? I like that. I’ve been trying not to fry my mattress from rut tension. You’re not helping.

Jihyo:

Then maybe I should help directly.

Dracul:

Say the word. I’ll be there. I’ll crawl through your window if I have to.

Jihyo:

Door’s fine. But bring that winged fire and don’t hold back. I’m done teasing. I want the real thing.

Dracul:

Then I’m yours.

Dracul could barely contain himself. His wings fully unfurled to their proper size, as he flew to Jihyo’s place, lust and affection creating a dangerous emotional cocktail within him.

Meanwhile Jihyo stands by her apartment window, phone still glowing with the final message.

Her heart hammers. Her body already flush with heat, scent strong in the air.

She breathes out, voice barely above a whisper. “Come get me, Drac.”

Outside, wings beat softly in the night sky.

Here’s the continuation scene where Dracul arrives at Jihyo’s place—charged with pheromonal heat and tension, but steeped in emotional connection and vulnerability:

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Scene: Jihyo’s Apartment – Late Night, Start of Slut Week

The city outside pulsed with energy—feral and buzzing. Hybrids roamed the streets in heat, ruts peaking, senses drowned in scent and instinct.

But Jihyo wasn’t out there. She was waiting. In her apartment, the lights were low, music soft, a hint of citrus incense burning lazily in the corner. She’d changed into something loose and comfortable—a crop top and shorts—but nothing hid the warmth radiating from her skin or the tension coiled beneath it.

She jumped at the knock.

Not because it startled her—but because she could smell him through the door.

Lemon cake and scorched cedar. A slow burn on her tongue. It hit her like a kiss to the back of her neck.

She opened the door.

Dracul stood there, filling the threshold like a living monument. His hoodie hung loose, but his eyes were molten and focused. The tips of his wings peeked from his back, trembling with held-in instinct. His throat moved in a slow swallow when he saw her, but he didn’t speak. He just stepped inside.

The door shut behind him.

Neither moved for a moment.

Then Jihyo broke the silence with a whisper, “You smell like you missed me.”

Dracul exhaled slowly, stepping closer, claws flexing slightly at his sides. “You smell like you want to be claimed.”

Jihyo’s breath caught. “I might.”

He stepped even closer, and she met him halfway, hands brushing against his chest, then sliding over his shoulders. He was burning up—his body like a furnace, every breath a low rumble. She felt his tail lightly coil behind her thighs, not trapping, just resting, warm and steady.

“I didn’t come here to mark you,” Dracul murmured, voice gravel-soft. “I came because I couldn’t not. You’ve been crawling through my instincts like wildfire.”

Jihyo leaned in, her lips grazing his cheek before whispering near his ear, “So do it. But touch me like I’m yours, not just because your body wants it.”

He growled—low, deep—and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her effortlessly. She let out a soft laugh, but it turned breathless as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“This isn’t just mating fever, is it?” she asked softly.

His response came from the chest, more felt than heard. “No. I think it’s you.”

She smiled, touched his wings gently, and felt the sharp twitch in his body. They flared slightly—reflexive, vulnerable.

He moaned without meaning to, caught off guard.

Jihyo blinked, then smiled wider. “Sensitive?”

“Very,” he rasped, cheeks flushed. “Don’t play unless you mean it.”

Jihyo nuzzled into his throat, inhaled deeply, and replied, “I never play.”

They stood like that for a while, swaying, their heartbeats syncing under the slow, pulsing rhythm of the world outside—two bodies on the edge of losing themselves, but holding on just long enough to feel the meaning behind the burn.

But slut week very rarely stops. Dracul unrepentant outstretched his claws before seductively tearing Jihyo’s clothes. She leaned in close to his touch begging for it as he peeled her layer by layer. When she was fully unwrapped he growled saying “Bedroom now,” Jihyo nodded compelled by her instincts and his words. She entered the bedroom and spread her legs. Her pussy glistened begging to be taken

“Where do you want me Yo-yo,” Dracul said as Jihyo slowly pushed her fingers inside before bringing them out to show him how wet he made her. Dracul salivated at her body the athletic build but softness enticed him as he repeated.

“Where do you want me Yo-yo,” but Jihyo didn’t hear him as she began fingering herself to him. Dracul rolled his eyes as Jihyo moaned to herself waiting for him.

Dracul lined himself with her entrance before sliding in. Jihyo moaned as he stuck her. They spent the next several hours fucking until Jihyo felt like she would burst.

After the last orgasm Jihyo laughed and said, “well that’s one way to spend “Slut week,” Dracul laughed as he snuggled next to her.

The sheets were tangled at their hips, the air still thick with the remnants of shared heat. Outside, the hum of the city during Slut Week murmured like a distant storm, but in Jihyo’s bedroom, everything had slowed.

Dracul lay on his side, his wings folded tight against his back, tail lazily coiled at the foot of the bed. One arm draped around Jihyo’s waist, claws grazing her bare skin in thoughtless patterns. His eyes—glowing faintly—were fixed on her like she was something sacred.

Jihyo lay on her back, her long hair spread like ink across the pillow, one leg hooked over his thigh. Her skin still glistened lightly with sweat, her cheeks flushed—not just from exertion but from something softer.

“Hey,” she said quietly, voice teasing but serious beneath it.

Dracul blinked slowly, gaze sharp but content. “Yeah?”

Her fingers traced idle circles along the curve of his bicep. “How much do you love me?”

Dracul chuckled under his breath, tail twitching. “Dangerous question, little lion.”

“I’m serious,” she murmured, looking up at him now. “I want to know.”

He watched her for a moment, and something in his chest tightened. He leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead before pulling back just enough to look her in the eye.

“I love you enough,” he said, voice like smoke and honey, “to burn the world down if it ever tried to take you from me.”

Jihyo bit her bottom lip. Her pulse stuttered at the sheer intensity in his voice—unshakable and raw. “That’s hot,” she whispered. “But I mean… are you mine? Like really mine?”

Dracul’s expression didn’t change, but his hand slid slowly along her waist, palm settling over the curve of her hip. He pressed his forehead against hers and growled low, “Body, soul, instincts, breath—I’m yours.”

His wings twitched slightly, betraying the stir in his core again.

Jihyo smirked, eyes half-lidded. “And what would you do if someone tried to take me?”

“Ruin them,” he whispered. “Ruin everything that let them think they could.”

His voice was calm, but beneath it was heat—a volcano under the surface.

Jihyo slid her hand along his chest, fingers catching on the slight ridges of old scar tissue, then resting right over his heart. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I don’t want anyone else’s hands on me.”

He kissed her then—slow but with pressure, claiming without bruising. When they parted, she saw the shimmer of his fangs and the restraint it took for him not to lose himself again.

“I’ll never be gentle with my love for you,” he said softly. “But I’ll always be careful with you.”

She kissed him again, a little deeper this time, then murmured against his lips, “Then stay with me tonight. All night. No dreams. Just you and me.”

Dracul exhaled, settling her fully against him, wrapping her in warmth and muscle and trembling wings.

“Always.”

The couple drifted off to sleep comfortably as they cuddled

The lights were dimmed to a soft amber glow, filtered through sheer curtains that rustled faintly with the spring night breeze. A low hum from the street below served as a distant lullaby, mingling with the quiet creak of the old bedframe as Jihyo shifted beneath the covers.

Dracul lay beside her, half-curled to fit in the space, his broad chest rising and falling slowly. One wing was stretched out, the other folded close, twitching occasionally. His body, so often imposing and impossible to ignore, now seemed almost fragile in sleep—shadows pooling in the hollows of his shoulders and collarbones, the curve of his horns catching the faint light.

Jihyo’s fingers lightly traced the warm scales along his forearm. She hadn’t meant for things to progress this fast—not physically, but emotionally. And yet… they had. Dracul didn’t ask for much. He didn’t lean in the way other men did. But when he did, it was with a weight and honesty that made her want to stay.

And right now, he was sleeping beside her, utterly vulnerable. Trusting her with something that felt larger than either of them.

Suddenly, his body tensed.

A low, ragged growl slipped from his throat, barely audible. His claws curled. His tail lashed once under the sheets. His brows twisted in pain.

“No… no—don’t leave me—” he muttered, voice strangled and cracking. “Please… I’m still here—”

Jihyo sat up, her heart squeezing. She leaned over him, brushing hair from his damp brow. “Drac… Dracul, baby, wake up.”

He jolted—eyes glowing faintly in the dark, breath ragged and shallow. For a terrifying moment, he didn’t seem to see her. His gaze darted past her, lost in the past.

“They—locked me in… couldn’t breathe… the heat, the needles, the screaming—Asa? Where—where is everyone?”

“Drac,” she whispered again, gently cupping his cheek. “It’s me. Jihyo. You’re safe. You’re in my bed. No labs, no war, no one’s gone. I’m here.”

His breath caught in his throat. The panic ebbed, slowly—like a tide receding. His eyes met hers with dawning clarity. And shame.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely, voice barely there. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” she said, her tone firm but tender. “You’ve been through hell, Dracul. You’re allowed to dream loud. I’m not going anywhere.”

She pulled him into her arms, tucking his head beneath her chin. He didn’t speak—just held onto her, breath warming the space between her collarbones. His wings folded tightly to his back, as if afraid of taking up too much space.

They lay like that in the quiet, heartbeats syncing.

“I don’t know how to be held,” he murmured after a long silence.

“Then it’s good I’m patient,” Jihyo replied softly, running her fingers down his spine. “I’ll teach you.”

His only response was a deep, exhausted exhale—and the smallest nudge of his nose against her chest.

The next morning Jihyo and Dracul woke up at the same time and walked into Jihyo’s kitchen

The sun peeked in through gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. The air smelled faintly of skin, citrus shampoo, and something deeper—Dracul’s lingering scent, like a nearby bakery. Jihyo sat cross-legged on her bed, one of Dracul’s shirts draped loosely over her frame, sleeves falling over her hands.

Dracul sat beside her, his wings tucked in close, tail lazily coiled around his thigh as he munched on a piece of toast. He was surprisingly quiet in the mornings—less fire-breathing war god, more overgrown lizard soaking up sunlight.

“Hey, Yo?” he asked, licking jam from his thumb. “Can I ask something kinda personal?”

Jihyo blinked at him, amused. “I let you drool on my chest last night during a night terror. I think we passed personal.”

Dracul chuckled, low and sheepish. “Fair enough. I just… you’re stunning. Smart. Strong. You know how to handle yourself. I’m surprised someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”

Jihyo raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. “I was scooped. Briefly.”

Dracul’s chewing slowed. “Oh?”

She sighed and leaned back on her hands, letting the shirt slide off one shoulder. “Last guy I dated cheated on me then left me. She was a Cow hybrid. Big tits. Big eyes. Very… passive.”

Dracul blinked. “Oh. Damn.”

“Yeah. Said I was too ‘intense.’” She made air quotes, then rolled her eyes. “Like wanting emotional intimacy and orgasms is a crime.”

Dracul made a low, offended noise. “He cheated on you because you wanted more than starfish sex and silent dinners?”

“Basically.”

He shook his head, clearly miffed. “That’s not intensity. That’s standards.”

She smirked at that. “Try telling that to someone whose idea of a date is ‘come over and watch me play video games while I ignore your emotional needs.’”

Dracul paused, then leaned in with a teasing grin. “For the record, I like intense. I’m practically engineered for high heat. I need a little fire.”

Jihyo chuckled, then looked at him—really looked. The way he was watching her, the softness in his eyes even as he half-joked, made something ache a little in her chest.

“You’re a dork,” she said fondly, nudging him with her knee.

“And you’re a goddess,” he replied easily, smiling like he meant it.

She didn’t say anything for a moment. Then: “Thanks for not flinching when I told you.”

“Thanks for trusting me with it,” he said. “And for not flinching when I told you about… you know.”

She reached out and brushed her fingers over the spot between his wings. He flinched, but didn’t pull away.

They sat like that, quiet and warm, with the morning wrapping around them like a shared blanket as they walked to the kitchen.

As slut week progressed Jihyo and Dracul couldn’t keep their hands off each other they did it all over her apartment. All over his forge/loft/home hybrid. In their cars. On the room of Dracul’s home and as they grew closer both physically and emotionally. Jihyo realized that Dracul almost kindness incarnate, and not in that soft playful puppy way but in the way that knew how to be evil but chose not to it was hot and exactly what she needed in a partner.

About midway through Slut week (it usually ended up being more than a week usually 2.5) Dracul and Jihyo were invited to visit Asa and Doflamingo.

As per usual per usual Dracul was balls deep in Jihyo’s pussy.

“God Yo-yo how are you always so wet?” He groaned as Jihyo’s pussy swallowed him whole.

“Ah fuck because you make me feel this way. Your scent drives me wild. It makes me want to be yours and only yours,” she growled. Her lioness claws popped as she tore into Dracul’s back.

“Fuck you’re then only one who can take all of me,” she growled as clawed his back. Due to his mutation he bleed and healed almost instantly. Allowing Jihyo to fully embrace her primal urges.

“Fuck Fill me again!” Jihyo screamed as Dracul came inside her. As they came down from their high they cuddled.

Until Dracul looked at the clock “shit we’re gonna be late,” he said worried. Jihyo was still horny and wet though but relented as they got up and showered before heading out to Asa’s

The lobby of the Animus complex gleamed with soft golden light. High ceilings, calming earth tones, and faint floral scents helped create a haven for hybrid senses. Dracul shifted uncomfortably beside Jihyo, tugging at his button-up collar. Despite the cozy ambiance, he felt pressure thrumming behind his sternum.

“It’s just a visit,” Jihyo whispered, slipping her hand into his. “Asa’s probably got three desserts waiting.”

Dracul chuckled under his breath. “That does sound like her.”

The moment was interrupted by the low rumble of a voice from across the marble floor.

“Hey,” came the gruff tone of the head of security, Sirius. The lion hybrid approached with casual dominance, arms folded across a broad chest, eyes narrowing at the unfamiliar scent. “You smoking something, or is that natural?”

Dracul’s response was a slow turn of his head, a low, glowing ember of heat rising from the corners of his mouth.

“No,” Dracul said. “I don’t smoke.”

Sirius took a step back, the scent of singed ozone prickling the air.

But then—something clicked.

Dracul froze, his pupils sharpening into slits. Time stuttered. The floor beneath him blurred and morphed into sand. His skin remembered the sting of desert winds. He smelled the blood. Heard the gunfire. And standing at the center of it all—abandoning him—was the same lion hybrid in front of him now.

“You—” Dracul’s voice dropped, guttural and unrecognizable. “You left me.”

Sirius blinked. “What—what are you—”

The next moment came like a storm. Dracul surged forward, one clawed hand pinning Sirius by the throat against the wall. The marble cracked from the force. His wings burst from his back—larger than life, glowing faintly like lava veins through obsidian, spread wide with fury.

“You stabbed me. Left me. They took me. They cut me open!” Dracul’s voice was fire, trembling and fractured by grief and rage. “You made me a monster.”

“Dracul!” Jihyo screamed, trying to pry his arm away. “Baby, look at me! You’re not there anymore!”

His grip tightened.

Then—another voice, trembling and urgent.

“Sirius, please!”

A heavily pregnant woman—Yoo Jung—stepped between them, her arms outstretched protectively over her belly. Her scent hit Dracul like a brick wall of innocence and impending life. His eyes widened. The fire dimmed.

If he kept going… he’d be the reason a child lost their father.

Dracul’s hand slowly unclenched. Sirius gasped and fell to his knees, coughing. The scent of burned ozone was quickly overtaken by silent tension.

Sirius looked up with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Drac…? Dracul Bahamut…?”

Dracul didn’t wait to hear more. He turned, wings folding against his back in shame, and took Jihyo’s hand.

They entered the elevator in silence.

Only once the doors closed did Jihyo whisper, “What happened back there?”

Dracul exhaled, trembling, his voice quieter than it had ever been.

“He was part of my squad. We were ambushed… they bailed on me. I didn’t make it out.”

Jihyo’s heart broke as she saw the haunted look in his eyes.

“They made you into something else,” she whispered.

He nodded. “But please… don’t ask me to go back into that tonight.”

She didn’t press. She only reached for his hand again as the elevator climbed.

A few days later, The city was slowly sobering from the high of Slut Week, the pheromone haze thinning into lazy, humid air that clung to the skin. At a rooftop café overlooking a blooming garden terrace, four hybrids sat under a canvas umbrella with cold drinks and half-eaten plates between them.

Koby and Mina were in their own soft bubble—Koby quietly feeding Mina tiny spoonfuls of strawberry mousse, Mina giggling and nuzzling into his neck. Across the table, things were far less innocent.

Jihyo sat nestled into Dracul’s side, her thigh pressed tightly to his, the collar of her sundress just slightly off her shoulder. She looked relaxed on the surface, but under the table, her hand was slowly tracing the top of Dracul’s thigh. Her scent—already heady and rich with leftover Slut Week hormones—was getting stronger.

Dracul cleared his throat and adjusted the collar of his shirt, trying not to squirm. His tail twitched every time she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Still so hot,” Jihyo murmured, her lips grazing his jaw. “I think I forgot how to cool down.”

Dracul’s nostrils flared. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I’m desperate,” she whispered, voice drenched in heat. “You haven’t knotted me in hours, Drac. I need you.”

Koby almost choked on his iced tea when Dracul gave a low, involuntary growl. Mina giggled and whispered something in his ear, while Jihyo only smirked, running her fingers slowly along the waistband of Dracul’s jeans under the table.

“You’re evil,” Dracul muttered, hand moving to rest low on her hip, thumb brushing dangerous places.

But then—

The air shifted. A familiar, too-bright scent cut through the air like synthetic citrus. Jihyo went rigid as her eyes narrowed on the figure approaching the table.

“Are you kidding me…” she muttered under her breath.

It was him. Her ex. the golden retriever hybrid with that ridiculous unearned swagger and eternally unwrinkled button-up. He strolled up with two girls on either side of him—neither of them Jeewon, the cow hybrid he left Jihyo for. They looked even younger, giggling and clinging to his arms like accessories.

“Jihyo?” he asked, tilting his head with fake surprise. “Wow, hey. Long time.”

“Not long enough,” she bit out, standing up from the bench.

Jeonghyun gave her a once-over and smirked. “You look good. Glowy. Slut Week treating you well?”

Dracul stood beside her silently, looming, his hand protectively on the small of her back.

Jihyo’s jaw clenched. “You broke up with me for Jeewon and now you’re out with these two?” She motioned to the hybrids. “What happened to your precious cow girl?”

Jeonghyun shrugged with infuriating nonchalance. “She was sweet, but not exactly adventurous. And you—well, you and her were both kinda… withholding, you know? Some guys just need girls who know how to have fun.”

Jihyo lunged, but Dracul caught her waist and gently pulled her back. With his free hand, he calmly reached for the condensation-dripping pitcher of water on the table, filled a glass, and without missing a beat—

—poured it over Jeonghyun’s smug face.

The golden retriever hybrid sputtered, blinking through wet bangs.

Dracul smiled. “Maybe that’ll cool off some of that heat for you, pal.”

Koby choked on his drink again. Mina burst into laughter.

The girls on Jeonghyun’s arms giggled, clearly amused, and one even leaned away from him. Embarrassed and dripping, Jeonghyun growled and stormed off without another word.

Jihyo turned and pulled Dracul into a deep, lingering kiss that nearly reignited her scent.

“Mine,” she whispered against his lips, eyes gleaming.

Dracul grinned. “You make that very clear, darling.” Jihyo smiled and dragged Dracul to the nearest “family bathroom” she smiled as she lifted her sundress revealing a very wet and pantiless pussy.

Dracul rolled his eyes and said, “you are insaitable” Jihyo moans as he slides right into her while slapping her ass.

“Yeah and you love it,”

Dracul moans as he bottoms out “Yeah I do,” he says.

After lunch Jihyo raced home as she could barely contain her desire for Dracul. At every possible point she kept his hand in her pussy keeping her wet and ready. When they arrived at her place she lost all control.

The door barely clicked shut before Jihyo had Dracul pressed against it.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him hard—no teasing, no warmup, just hours of hunger and the last thread of her self-control finally snapping.

“Mine,” she said again, breath hot and trembling.

Dracul’s hands were already on her hips, lifting her off the ground with ease as he groaned into her mouth. “You’ve said that, baby,” he rasped. “But you can keep saying it.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, dress bunching up around her thighs. “I can still smell him on me,” she whispered, voice low and dark. “I hate that. Make me forget him.”

“I already did,” Dracul growled, walking them toward her bedroom like he weighed nothing. “But I’ll remind you.”

He laid her back gently on the bed, hovering over her. His wings fluttered slightly, reacting to her scent—and her fingers ran up his chest, tugging his shirt up and off before tracing the edges of the tiny wings where they peeked out from his back.

He shuddered.

“Sensitive,” Jihyo whispered, eyes curious and loving and hungry. She leaned up and kissed along the base of one wing and—

Dracul moaned. Not a low growl, but a raw, human sound of need.

“Jihyo,” he warned, body trembling. “You’re gonna break me.”

“I want to,” she said, smiling up at him. “Just a little.”

She pulled him down again, this time slower—more deliberate. The kiss softened, but the fire behind it didn’t fade. Her fingers threaded into his hair as his mouth moved to her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. Every touch was a pledge. Every breath was a tether.

And when he looked into her eyes, his voice came out hoarse and reverent.

“You’re all I want.”

She pulled him closer, skin to skin now, and whispered against his ear.

“Then show me.”

Dracul’s body hovered above hers, his breath ragged as his gaze drank her in—lips kiss-bruised, eyes half-lidded, her skin flushed and glowing. His claws, usually so careful and retracted, just barely brushed her thigh as he whispered, “You sure?”

Jihyo didn’t answer with words.

She arched up, her mouth finding his again, her fingers curling around the waistband of his pants, dragging them low enough to press him flush against her. The heat between them, ignited since the Concrete Jungle, had reached a new pitch—dangerously sharp, yet cocooned in trust.

“I’m not just sure,” she whispered against his jaw. “I need you.”

That did it.

Dracul groaned, his hips rolling into hers as his wings instinctively unfurled, brushing against the headboard. His body trembled as he kissed her deeper, slower now, savoring every inch of her he could reach. He trailed his tongue down the curve of her neck, to her chest, to the soft swell of her stomach—marking her not with bites, but with reverent heat. Every kiss seemed to say: you’re mine. I won’t hurt you. I want to worship you.

Jihyo whimpered as he dipped lower, and Dracul smirked.

“I can smell how badly you want this,” he growled, voice vibrating against her skin. “You’re soaking the sheets, Yo.”

“Then do something about it,” she hissed, hips bucking.

His pupils slit wide, feral and focused. He pulled her panties off in one smooth motion and lowered his mouth between her thighs, letting his long tongue flick and curl until she was gasping and grabbing fistfuls of his hair. She writhed, desperate and close, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore—

He stopped.

“Dracul!” she snapped, frustrated.

He kissed her inner thigh, eyes gleaming. “I want to hear you beg again.”

“Fine,” she panted. “Please. Please breed me, Drac. I don’t care what’s left of Slut Week. I want you to ruin me—fill me so full I’ll never think about another man again.”

That was all he needed.

He rose, kissed her hard, and guided himself into her slowly, reverently, letting her body stretch and accept him inch by inch. Her nails raked down his back, and he hissed at the burn of it, loving the way she gripped him, anchored him.

They moved together—slow at first, then faster, sweat mingling, bodies slick and desperate, locked in a rhythm older than language. Every thrust felt like a promise, every gasp like a prayer.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” she sobbed.

And when they finally came undone—Jihyo clinging to him, Dracul’s wings flaring and his breath hot against her ear—they collapsed in a tangled mess of limbs and love, trembling and panting.

He didn’t move right away. Just kissed her shoulder and held her close.

“You okay?” he murmured.

Jihyo smiled lazily. “Perfect. I might actually let you knock me up.”

Dracul chuckled, but his voice was soft, vulnerable. “You’re the only one I’d ever want to.” Jihyo groaned before pulling in Dracul for another kiss. She moaned as he hardened again inside her.

“Fuck it breed me now. Knock me up, wanna have your litter,” she says lost in the pleasure.

Dracul smiled, “how many?,”

Jihyo groaned as she came from that alone. Dracul smirked before palming on of her supple breasts. Jihyo moaned and screamed as Dracul ravaged her.

Unable to really pace himself he came in her after 8 pumps leaving Jihyo satiated for now.

They were still tangled in the sheets, the scent of sweat and sex lingering like incense. Dracul was propped up on one elbow, gently stroking a claw through Jihyo’s tousled hair while she lay on her stomach, chin resting on her crossed arms, smiling like a satisfied cat.

“So,” he asked, his voice still a low rumble from earlier exertion, “what do you do when you’re not driving dragon hybrids outta their minds?”

Jihyo smirked. “I’m a CEO.”

Dracul blinked. “Like… chief energy officer?”

She snorted. “Chief Executive Officer. I own a fashion brand. High-end stuff. Streetwear, hybrid-form adaptive clothing, even tech-infused materials. Started it right after my ex cheated.”

Dracul raised a brow. “Damn. So you’re like… a big boss.”

“The boss,” she said smugly, turning over onto her back. “I could retire you, you know. Give you a penthouse. A car. You could just stay home and warm the bed. Maybe model some fireproof boxer briefs.”

Dracul stared at her for a beat before he cracked up, his laugh deep and loud. He leaned down and kissed her nose.

“Baby,” he said with a grin, “I’m not poor—I’m just lonely.”

Jihyo burst out laughing, her whole body shaking. “You did not just say that!”

“I did,” he said proudly, tail flicking over the sheets. “And it’s true. I got money, I got skills, I got a tongue that should be illegal in ten states—”

“—Twelve,” she corrected with a wink.

“—but I didn’t have you. That was the part missin’.”

Her laughter softened into a smile as she looked up at him, heart thudding with something deeper than just post-Slut Week haze.

“Corny ass dragon,” she murmured.

“Your corny ass dragon,” he whispered back.

They didn’t need to say it aloud—but the bond between them was already growing roots.

[samuelsooped]

Tokyo Hot (MiSaMo)

A/N: So its going to be a new series/collection of one shots about Twice and their investor, aka me. The first chapter is the Misamo at Tokyo Dome, enjoy!

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In the private box at Tokyo Dome, sunlight streams through the massive dome, casting a glow that highlights the stunning, heart-stirring figures of Misamo. As TWICE's financial backer, I have long claimed all nine of them as my forbidden possessions, each one my slave. Tonight, I invited Mina, Sana, and Momo to serve as the opening pitch guests for the Major League Baseball friendly game in Japan. Dressed in white tops emblazoned with "Dodgers" and paired with tight blue jeans, their youthful and sensual allure is deadly, every inch of their skin whispering endless submission and devotion. Mina stands on the left, number 37, her long black hair cascading like silk to her shoulders, her snow-white skin as delicate as cream, her tall and slender frame boasting endless legs and a waist as flexible as a willow swaying in the breeze, exuding an elegant yet irresistible sensuality. In the middle is Sana, number 12, her brown wavy hair flowing like waves, her gentle aura laced with intense temptation, her eyes seemingly speaking, carrying a soul-stealing smile like a seductive abyss that draws one in. To the right is Momo, number 64, her black short hair sleek and sharp, her curves exquisite, her round and perky buttocks radiating mature wildness, every move dripping with allure, her full chest faintly visible under the short top, like forbidden fruit begging to be tasted. As the three stand by the field, the audience erupts in thunderous gasps of admiration, camera flashes flickering incessantly, yet unable to conceal the silent submission they harbor deep within toward my control, adding a layer of forbidden temptation.

As their master, I have long struck a deal with their management company, their bodies and souls belonging to me, a secret transaction that infuses every glance and gesture with a shiver-inducing devotion. While the audience in Tokyo Dome remains immersed in the game's aftermath, a familiar orgiastic feast unfolds quietly between us in the box, the air thick with a potent sensual aroma. The door is locked, shutting out the outside world's clamor, and I approach the three slowly, a satisfied smile curling my lips, my eyes gleaming with limitless dominion over their flesh, my pants bulging with a hard, rigid protrusion, exuding a primal masculine scent like a beast poised to devour its prey.

"My three little sluts, it's time to serve your master well tonight," I growl, my voice hoarse and authoritative, laced with an insatiable hunger for them, every word carrying an invisible command. My gaze roams freely over their bodies, savoring the treasures that are already mine, lingering on their chests, buttocks, and long legs, my smile deepening as if anticipating the wild revelry to come.

Mina steps forward first, her movements tinged with familiar obedience, biting her lower lip as her trembling hands slowly unbutton her top, revealing a black semi-transparent silk bra. Her cleavage is deep and mesmerizing, her two plump, white breasts straining against the fabric, so tempting they make one's blood race, as if beckoning my touch. Her fingers trace the bra's edge, unclasping it slowly, and her breasts spring free, nipples pink and erect, surrounded by a faint rosy halo that glows enticingly under the dim light, like ripe cherries waiting to be plucked, their flesh quivering slightly with each breath, exuding an alluring fragrance. Sana and Momo exchange a glance before beginning to shed their clothes as well, their naked bodies appearing utterly lascivious under the dim glow, like three perfect statues radiating deadly temptation. Mina's tall figure stands like a jade pillar, her waist slender, her abdomen flat without a trace of fat, the skin around her navel smooth as silk, glistening with seductive sheen; Sana's soft curves emit a warm allure, her skin so pale it’s nearly translucent, her private area faintly revealing a hint of pink, her sparse, neatly trimmed pubic hair like a meticulously groomed garden of temptation; Momo’s voluptuous form carries a hint of wantonness, her round buttocks perky, her full breasts trembling slightly in the air, exuding a strong sensual aura, the curves of her flesh casting seductive shadows under the light, utterly captivating.

I grin wickedly and yank Mina into my arms, roughly tearing off her already unclasped bra, my hands seizing her breasts with force, nails digging into the tender flesh. I pinch her nipple hard, eliciting a sharp cry from her, the sound laced with enticing shudders. Her breasts deform under my grip, nipples hardening like small pebbles, their areolas turning red from the pinching, a mix of pain and pleasure making her body tremble involuntarily, her juices overflowing uncontrollably between her legs, trickling down her inner thighs to leave a small puddle on the carpet, emitting a pungent sweet scent like a seductive signal. I lower my head, taking her left nipple into my mouth, biting down hard, my tongue swirling rapidly around it, producing a "slurp slurp" sound as saliva drips from the corner of my mouth onto her breasts, soaking them in a wet sheen, her nipple growing even harder, the areola flushing with a fine red rash, sending waves of tingling pleasure coursing through her like electricity. "Oh… Master… it stings… more…" Mina’s voice quivers, blending pain and ecstasy, her long black hair scattered over her shoulders, her snowy skin damp with sweat, exuding an enticing aroma like a flower ravaged by me, radiating forbidden allure. Her hands instinctively clutch my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh, leaving faint red marks, her eyes flickering with shame and submission, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, the elasticity of her breasts yielding under my palms, temptation inescapable.

My other hand reaches for Sana, pulling her roughly toward me, my mouth enveloping her right nipple, teeth tugging at the areola with force. Sana lets out a soft, "Oh… Master… it’s intense…" her voice so seductive it sets the blood racing, her brown wavy hair trembling with her body, exuding captivating motion. Her nipple turns red from sucking, the areola swelling like a ripe cherry, glistening with allure like a tempting fruit. My tongue flicks rapidly over her nipple, alternating between gentle bites and forceful sucks, producing "tsk tsk" sounds, her nipple stiffening under the stimulation, the areola flushing with a fine red rash, sending waves of tingling pleasure that make her body writhe involuntarily. Her hands instinctively wrap around my head, fingers threading into my hair, nails lightly scratching my scalp, moans spilling from her throat with a trembling seduction, like an enticing melody. Her juices squirt from her core, dripping onto the floor, trailing down her inner thighs, filling the box with a thick, sweet scent that amplifies the air’s seductive aura. Her legs quiver slightly, her labia parting to reveal pink inner flesh, her fluids dripping down her thighs onto the carpet with a "drip drip" sound, exuding a potent aroma like a sensual invitation.

Meanwhile, Momo takes the initiative to kneel, her knees sinking into the carpet, her trembling hands undoing my pants. As they slide down, a thick, rigid cock springs forth, nine inches long, veins bulging, the purple-red tip glistening with a bead of precum, exuding a strong musky scent like a powerful weapon aimed directly at Momo’s face, radiating primal temptation. Momo’s eyes are filled with submission and longing, her small mouth parting slightly as she licks the tip’s slit with her tongue, tasting the salty fluid, its intensity making her throat constrict yet igniting a strange excitement that deepens her hazy gaze. Her tongue dances around the head, teasing the slit, tracing the ridge, producing "slurp slurp" sounds as if savoring a precious candy, her movements brimming with seductive finesse. She slowly takes the entire head into her mouth, her lips sealing tightly around the shaft, bobbing up and down, her tongue agilely swirling inside, alternating between forceful sucks, light scrapes along the veins, and teasing the slit, stimulating every sensitive spot to the fullest, as if her lips and tongue are luring greater pleasure.

Momo’s oral skills are skilled and delicate, her black short hair swaying with her head’s motion, strands sticking to her cheeks damp with sweat, exuding extra allure as if each hair strand tempts the eye. Deep in her throat, "gurgle gurgle" swallowing sounds emerge as she tries to take the cock deeper, the head pressing into her throat, eliciting a choking sensation, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks to drip onto her chest, mixing with her sweat to create a lascivious sheen like a seductive painting. Her hands aren’t idle—one grips the base, squeezing gently, the other massages my balls, fingertips caressing the folds, occasionally scraping lightly with her nails or cupping them tenderly, driving me to growl repeatedly, my voice hoarse with pleasure as if each touch ignites my desire. Her saliva overflows from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin to wet her chest, the smooth skin of her cleavage slick with spit, radiating a lascivious glow like a sensual canvas. Her lips, stretched red by the cock, continue their relentless sucking, her throat producing gagging sounds, yet she shows no sign of stopping, as if this cock is her sole devotion, temptation inescapable. Her tongue glides rapidly along the shaft, teasing the slit with light flicks, enveloping the head with her tongue’s surface for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds that make my cock swell further, veins pulsing as if ready to erupt, exuding deadly allure. Her throat reddens from the pressure, emitting "woo woo" sounds, tears and saliva mixing to drip onto the carpet, releasing a potent scent like a marker of sensual air.

"Good… you filthy slut! Keep licking!" I roar, my voice brimming with conquering delight, tinged with seductive dominance. My hands thrust into Mina and Sana’s hair, forcibly pressing their heads down, Momo’s oral frenzy intensifying, the wet heat of her lips and tongue sending shivers of ecstasy through my body, my cock swelling larger in her mouth, veins throbbing as if on the verge of explosion, radiating unmatched temptation. I look down at Momo’s mouth stretched around my cock, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I command, "Deeper! Swallow my whole cock!" The tone weaves temptation with authority.

Obeying, Momo takes a deep breath, forcing the cock deeper into her throat, the head pressing into her esophagus, unleashing an intense choking sensation, the pinnacle of temptation. Her throat stretches open, emitting "woo woo" sounds, tears falling to the carpet, yet she persists with relentless sucking, as if determined to drain my desire with her mouth, exuding deadly sensuality. Her hands grip my balls, kneading gently, fingertips teasing the folds, driving my growls, my voice hoarse with pleasure like a seductive rhythm. Her saliva drips from her mouth, trailing down the shaft to her chest, the smooth skin of her cleavage wet with spit, glowing lasciviously like a sensual artwork. Her lips, reddened from the stretch, continue their fervent sucking, her throat producing gagging sounds without pause, as if this cock is her only faith, temptation irresistible.

Suddenly, I shove Mina onto the sofa, the rough motion nearly toppling her. I tear off her jeans and panties with urgent, merciless force, revealing her pink, tender core, labia slightly parted, inner walls pink, her pubic hair soaked with juices, exuding a potent scent that ignites lust like a seductive invitation. Mina’s core glows enticingly under the light, her labia plump and pink, inner flesh quivering, fluids seeping out to trickle down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with a "drip drip" sound, releasing a thick aroma that pierces the heart with temptation. I align my cock with her entrance, thrusting the head in hard, forcing apart her tight vagina, the inner flesh stretching with a "squish" sound like splashing water, producing an alluring noise. Mina gasps sharply, "Oh… Master… it’s overwhelming…" Her vagina clenches around my cock, inner walls trembling, juices squirting out to flow down her buttock cleft onto the sofa, forming a sticky puddle exuding sensual air.

I begin thrusting violently, the cock moving in and out, the head scraping her G-spot, each thrust hitting her womb, delivering a tearing pleasure like the height of temptation. Mina’s breasts jiggle wildly with the motion, nipples hardening to a deep purple like ripe grapes, glistening with allure. Her legs are forcibly spread, ankles gripped in my hands, toes curling, arches tensing, sweat trailing down her calves to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure coursing through her, her moans escalating in pitch. Her long black hair scatters across the sofa, snowy skin damp with sweat, exuding an enticing sheen, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive scene. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable. My cock moves in and out of her core, the head striking her womb with each thrust, unleashing intense pleasure, her vaginal walls clinging tightly, inner flesh trembling, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to form a sticky puddle on the sofa, exuding sensual air. Her hands instinctively grip the sofa’s edge, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches, her cries growing more fervent.

Sana crawls behind me, shedding her jeans to reveal her drenched core, labia swollen and red, juices dripping onto the carpet with a "drip drip" sound, exuding a rich aroma like a tempting fragrance. She rises on her toes, pressing her core against my back, hands kneading my chest, nails digging into my flesh, leaving faint red marks exuding alluring traces. Her core is already soaked, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices trailing down her thighs to drip onto the carpet, releasing a potent sweet scent like a sensual invitation. Her legs tremble slightly, her core rubbing against my back, sending waves of tingling pleasure, moans spilling from her throat with a trembling seduction like an enticing melody. I turn my head to kiss Sana’s mouth, my tongue plunging into her oral cavity, swirling with hers, teeth nipping her lower lip, producing "tsk tsk" sounds as saliva drips from our mouths onto her chest, soaking her breasts in a wet sheen exuding allure. My other hand reaches for Momo, two fingers sliding into her core, thrusting rapidly, thumb pressing her clit, eliciting a soft, "Oh… Master… it’s too much…" Her juices squirt out, trailing down my fingers to mix with the carpet’s wet spots, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation.

"You three… are all mine! I’ll take you one by one!" I laugh maniacally, my voice brimming with beastly frenzy, laced with wild seduction. I yank Momo over, positioning her beside Mina, lifting her round buttocks, and thrusting into her from behind. Momo’s core is tighter than Mina’s, her inner flesh stretched by my cock with "squish squish" sounds, the head striking her womb, unleashing intense pleasure like the height of temptation. Her moans intertwine with Mina’s, the box filled with the "smack smack smack" of flesh colliding and their lustful cries, exuding sensual rhythm. Her buttocks redden from the impact, the two plump cheeks quivering, producing alluring sounds as if narrating her submission, temptation irresistible. Her hands brace on the sofa, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches. Her black short hair sways with the motion, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa, mixing with her juices to exude a potent scent like a seductive scene. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans rising in intensity. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable. My cock moves in and out of her core, the head striking her womb with each thrust, unleashing intense pleasure, her vaginal walls clinging tightly, inner flesh trembling, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to form a sticky puddle on the sofa, exuding sensual air. Her hands instinctively grip the sofa’s edge, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches, her cries growing more fervent.

I alternate between the two, sweat dripping onto their backs, juices and semen mingling, the carpet now a wet mess exuding enticing air. Seeing this, Sana takes the initiative, crawling onto Mina’s face, spreading her legs to let Mina’s tongue explore her core. Sana’s core is pink and wet, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices dripping onto Mina’s face, exuding a potent sweet scent like a tempting fragrance. Mina’s tongue deftly licks her clit, alternating between forceful sucks and gentle bites, drawing continuous moans from Sana, "Oh… Mina… don’t stop… it’s building…" Her breasts jiggle, nipples hardening, vaginal walls contracting, juices squirting onto Mina’s face, trailing down her chin to drip onto the sofa, exuding sensual air. Sana’s hands grip Mina’s hair, nails digging into her scalp, the sting driving Mina to lick more fervently, her tongue thrusting rapidly into Sana’s core with "slurp slurp" sounds, as if sucking a juicy peach, temptation irresistible. Sana’s moans grow louder, "Ah… Mina… it’s intense…" Her legs instinctively clamp around Mina’s head, toes curling, arches tensing, sweat trailing down her calves to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her vaginal walls quiver with Mina’s licking, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with Mina’s tongue movements like a lascivious symphony, the pinnacle of temptation.

After several minutes, I reach my limit. I flip Momo over, thrusting hard into her core, a few fierce pumps culminating in a roar as I release scalding semen inside her. Momo’s climax hits, her vaginal walls contracting, juices squirting down her legs onto the carpet with a "hiss" sound, exuding enticing air. Her black short hair sticks to her cheeks, her face flushed with post-climax redness, eyes hazy, like a lingering seductive afterglow. I then turn to Sana and Mina, both thoroughly trained to obey, kneeling to receive my second release, semen splashing across their faces, Mina’s long black hair matted, Sana’s brown wavy hair streaked with white, trailing down their breasts to drip onto the carpet, forming a sticky puddle exuding sensual air. I pant heavily, looking down at the three, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You three filthy sluts are top-notch… we’re not done yet!" The tone brims with seductive provocation.

I pull Sana up, pressing her against the box’s glass window. Her hands brace on the glass, buttocks raised high, brown wavy hair cascading down her back, her graceful form casting an enticing reflection on the glass like a sensual scene. I thrust into her from behind, my cock forcing apart her labia to strike her womb. Sana’s moans echo through the box, "Oh… Master… it’s too deep…" Her breasts press against the glass, jiggling with each thrust, nipples scraping the cold surface, blending pain and pleasure like a seductive weave. Her core clenches my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, juices trailing down her thighs to drip below the window with a "drip drip" sound, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. Her legs quiver slightly, her core stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans rising in pitch. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her thighs below the window with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable. My cock moves in and out of her core, the head striking her womb with each thrust, unleashing intense pleasure, her vaginal walls clinging tightly, inner flesh trembling, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to form a sticky puddle below the window, exuding sensual air. Her hands instinctively grip the glass, nails leaving faint scratches, her cries growing more fervent.

Meanwhile, I order Mina and Momo to pleasure each other’s cores. Mina lies on the sofa, legs spread, Momo kneeling before her, tongue deftly licking her clit, alternating between forceful sucks and gentle bites, delivering waves of enticing pleasure. Mina’s core is pink and wet, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices dripping onto Momo’s face, exuding a potent scent like a tempting fragrance. Mina’s long black hair scatters across the sofa, moans continuous, "Oh… Momo… more…" Momo’s black short hair sways with her motion, her fingers sliding into Mina’s core, stirring her juices with "gurgle gurgle" sounds, exuding sensual rhythm. Mina’s legs instinctively clamp around Momo’s head, toes curling, sweat from her ankles dripping onto the sofa like sensual accents. Momo’s tongue thrusts rapidly into Mina’s core, teasing the clit with flicks, enveloping the labia with her tongue for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds that make Mina tremble, her moans growing louder, "Ah… Momo… it’s overwhelming…" Her vaginal walls contract violently, juices squirting onto Momo’s face, trailing down her chin to drip onto the sofa, exuding sensual air. Momo’s hands brace on Mina’s thighs, nails digging into her flesh, leaving faint red marks exuding alluring traces. Her tongue thrusts rapidly into Mina’s core, delivering waves of tingling pleasure, Mina’s cries escalating. Her body begins to convulse, her core clenching Momo’s fingers, inner flesh contracting violently, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, the pinnacle of temptation.

Watching this, I quicken my thrusts into Sana, her moans turning to sharp gasps, "Oh… Master… I’m losing control…" Her core clenches my cock, inner flesh contracting violently, juices squirting down her thighs to drip below the window, exuding enticing air. I roar, releasing semen inside her, Sana’s body convulsing as she slumps against the glass, brown wavy hair disheveled across her back, face flushed with post-climax redness, eyes hazy, like a lingering seductive afterglow. I pant heavily, looking down at Sana, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You little slut, you came hard… you’re next!" The tone brims with seductive provocation.

I turn to Mina, pulling her up to sit on the sofa, spreading her legs, thrusting my cock into her core again. Her core is already soaked, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices dripping onto the sofa, exuding a potent scent like a tempting invitation. My cock strikes her womb hard, the head scraping her G-spot, delivering waves of intense pleasure like the height of temptation. Mina’s long black hair sways with her body’s motion, moans rising, "Oh… Master… it’s divine…" Her legs are forcibly spread, ankles gripped in my hands, toes curling, arches tensing, sweat trailing down her calves to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans growing louder. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable.

As I thrust, I order Momo to kneel beside the sofa and lick my balls. Her black short hair sticks to her cheeks, her tongue deftly licking, alternating between sucking and teasing the folds, stimulating my senses with alluring pleasure. Her tongue glides rapidly over my balls, flicking lightly, enveloping them with her tongue for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds that make my body tremble, growls escaping me, my voice hoarse with pleasure like a seductive rhythm. Her hands aren’t idle—one grips my cock’s base, squeezing gently, the other massages my inner thigh, fingertips caressing my skin, delivering waves of tingling pleasure, temptation inescapable.

"You… are such sluts… tighten up!" I growl, quickening my thrusts, my tone brimming with seductive dominance. My cock moves in and out of Mina’s core, producing "smack smack smack" sounds, the head striking her womb, delivering a tearing pleasure like the height of temptation. Her vaginal muscles tighten, clinging to my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, unleashing immense pleasure, exuding sensual air. I growl, hands seizing Mina’s breasts, kneading forcefully, fingertips pinching her nipples, twisting hard, her moans escalating, "Oh… Master… it’s too much…" Her juices squirt out, trailing down the sofa to drip onto the carpet, forming a puddle exuding enticing air. I climax simultaneously, releasing semen inside her, both trembling in the afterglow, like the pinnacle of temptation.

I pant heavily, looking down at Mina, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You little slut, you came hard… you’re next!" The tone brims with seductive provocation. I pull Momo over, positioning her on all fours on the sofa, thrusting into her from behind. Her core is tight and wet, inner flesh enveloping my cock, delivering a choking pleasure like the height of temptation. My cock strikes her womb hard, the head scraping her inner walls, producing "squish squish" sounds exuding sensual rhythm. Momo’s moans rise again, "Oh… Master… it’s intense…" Her black short hair sways with the motion, buttocks reddening from the impact, the plump cheeks jiggling with each thrust, producing alluring sounds like a sensual invitation. As I thrust, I order Sana to lick Momo’s nipples, her brown wavy hair falling over Momo’s chest, tongue deftly licking, alternating between forceful sucks and gentle bites, Momo’s nipples hardening, areolas flushing with a faint red glow, exuding allure. Momo’s hands brace on the sofa, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches. Her black short hair sways, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa, mixing with her juices to exude a potent scent like a seductive scene. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans rising in intensity. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss.

I look at Momo, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You little slut, your ass is so perky… I’ll enjoy you!" I quicken my thrusts, my cock moving in and out of her core, producing "smack smack smack" sounds, the head striking her womb, delivering a tearing pleasure like the height of temptation. Her vaginal muscles tighten, clinging to my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, unleashing immense pleasure, exuding sensual air. I growl, hands seizing her buttocks, kneading forcefully, fingertips digging into her flesh, slapping hard, her moans escalating, "Oh… Master… it’s unbearable…" Her juices squirt out, trailing down the sofa to drip onto the carpet, forming a puddle exuding enticing air. I climax simultaneously, releasing semen inside her, both trembling in the afterglow, like the pinnacle of temptation.

I pant heavily, looking down at the three, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You three filthy sluts are top-notch… always ready to serve me!" I sit on the sofa, my cock still erect, exuding a potent musky scent, eyes burning with deeper desire like a flame of temptation. Mina, renowned for her hip-shaking dance, possesses unmatched riding skills, her agile buttocks dazzling me whether on stage or in private, exuding deadly allure. She rises slowly, eyes hazy, long black hair cascading down her back, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her body still ablaze with desire, she decides to claim a second round of pleasure, temptation irresistible.

Mina straddles me, facing me, gripping my cock—still hard despite its earlier release—and lowers herself slowly. Her buttocks begin to move, mimicking her stage hip-shaking dance, the flesh quivering with the rhythm, her tight core fully enveloping my cock, producing "smack smack" sounds like a rhythmic flesh performance exuding alluring tempo. Meanwhile, Momo and Sana kneel on either side, their heads converging on my groin, lips pressing against my balls, licking simultaneously. Momo’s tongue deftly traces the folds, alternating between gentle sucks and light bites, producing "slurp slurp" sounds exuding sensual air; Sana teases the other side with her tongue tip, enveloping the ball with her tongue for forceful sucks, delivering waves of tingling pleasure like a seductive melody. Their saliva mixes, trailing down my thighs to drip onto the sofa, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. Mina moans, "Oh… so intense… let me please you…" Her long black hair flies, breasts jiggling, nipples hardening like beans, vaginal walls clenching my cock, juices trailing down her thighs to drip onto the sofa, forming a puddle exuding sensual air. Her riding skills are unparalleled, buttocks rising and falling, alternating between rapid twists and slow rotations, swallowing my cock to the hilt, as if playing a lascivious tune with her body, temptation inescapable. Her core clenches my cock tightly, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, delivering immense pleasure like the height of temptation. Mina’s buttocks move agilely, flesh quivering with her motion, alternating between rapid ups and downs and slow spins, her core gripping my cock tightly, the head striking her womb, unleashing waves of tearing pleasure exuding sensual air. Her moans grow louder, "Ah… Master… it’s exquisite…" Her long black hair scatters over her shoulders, snowy skin damp with sweat, exuding an enticing sheen, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony.

Mina’s ride grows wilder, her buttocks spinning like a windmill, flesh quivering with the rhythm, her core clenching my cock tighter, inner flesh scraped by the head, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans escalating, "Oh… Master… I/m cumming…" Her body begins to convulse, her core clenching my cock, inner flesh contracting violently, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, the pinnacle of temptation. Momo and Sana’s licking intensifies, Momo’s tongue gliding rapidly over my balls, flicking lightly, enveloping them with her tongue for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds exuding sensual air; Sana bites the other side gently, blending pain and pleasure, their saliva mixing to trail down my thighs, dripping onto the sofa, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. I growl, hands seizing Mina’s buttocks, kneading forcefully, fingertips digging into her flesh, slapping hard, her moans escalating, "Ah… Master… please… inside..." Her juices squirt out, trailing down the sofa to drip onto the carpet, forming a puddle exuding enticing air. I climax simultaneously, releasing semen inside her, both trembling in the afterglow, like the pinnacle of temptation. Momo and Sana’s tongues continue licking my balls, delivering waves of lingering pleasure, I pant heavily, looking down at the three, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes.

Momo and Sana lift their heads, lips coated with saliva and sweat, eyes hazy as they look at me, exuding alluring afterglow, while Mina slumps against me, long black hair disheveled across her back, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents.

A few days later, Misamo is invited to a variety show collaborating with MLB, the atmosphere lively as the three wear blue denim miniskirts, revealing their long legs, buttocks curves accentuated by the tight fabric, exuding a perky roundness. The show reaches its mid-break, staff guiding them to the dressing room to rest and prepare for the next segment. As the door closes gently, the room’s light is soft yet slightly dim, the air filled with a faint cosmetic fragrance mixed with their sweat, adding a layer of seductive aura.

However, as the three step inside, the lock clicks shut with a "clack," and they turn to see me already waiting, a familiar satisfied smile on my lips, eyes gleaming with limitless dominion over their flesh, exuding primal temptation. "We don't have much time, you know what to do." my voice low and commanding, I toss a bottle onto the nearby vanity, the crisp clink sounding like a seductive prelude.

Mina’s long black hair sways with her motion, standing near the mirror, her white top revealing a delicate waistline, denim miniskirt hugging her long thighs, exuding enticing curves. I give her no time to react, lunging forward to shove her against the vanity, the force making her buttocks collide with the edge with a "bang," vibrating the air with temptation. She gasps "Ah!" but can’t resist, my rough hand already lifting her skirt, revealing black lace panties, the thin fabric outlining her buttocks’ curve, temptation piercing the heart. The panties are yanked aside mercilessly, exposing her core, already slightly wet from tension and submission, labia pink, inner walls glistening faintly under the light like a seductive invitation. My cock, already rock-hard, is freed with urgent haste, nine inches long, veins bulging, purple-red tip beading with precum, exuding a potent musky scent like a sensual weapon. I align with her core and thrust hard, forcing apart her tight vagina with a "squish" sound like splashing water, producing an alluring noise. Mina’s moan erupts instantly, "Oh… Master… it’s too sudden…" Her hands brace weakly on the vanity, nails scraping the surface, leaving faint marks, long black hair disheveled across her cheeks, snowy skin beading with thin sweat, exuding an enticing sheen.

Sana and Momo freeze, then are cornered by my gaze. Sana’s brown wavy hair trembles with her rapid breaths, wearing a white pleated miniskirt, the hem slightly lifted to reveal her inner thigh’s soft skin, exuding alluring tenderness. I beckon her with a finger, and she kneels hesitantly, knees pressing into the carpet, moving behind me. Her small hands tremble as they touch my buttocks, the warm contact flushing her cheeks, adding a seductive red hue. She parts my cheeks slowly, exposing my tight anus with a hint of tempting air. Her tongue ventures out gently, licking the folds around my anus, delivering waves of tingling pleasure with low "slurp slurp" sounds like a sensual melody. Her tongue tip dances around the rim, dipping lightly, then sucking forcefully, saliva overflowing from her mouth to drip onto the carpet, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. Meanwhile, Momo is directed to kneel on the other side, her black short hair sticking to her cheeks, blue baseball jacket open to reveal a white top clinging to her full breasts, exuding mature sensuality. She lowers her head, tongue deftly licking my balls, alternating between gentle sucks and light bites, delivering waves of tingling pleasure like a seductive rhythm. Their movements intertwine, the air thick with sensual aroma.

One hand presses Mina’s buttocks, the other grips Sana’s hair, forcing her head deeper, her tongue licking my anus more forcefully, penetrating the tight folds with "gurgle" wet sounds, exuding enticing heat. Mina’s moans grow louder, "Oh… Master… it’s profound…" Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, juices trailing down her inner thighs to form a small puddle on the vanity, exuding sensual air. Her breasts jiggle under the top, nipples hardening against the fabric, outlining faint shapes like a tempting signal. My thrusts grow fiercer, each one striking her womb, delivering tearing pleasure, her long black hair soaked with sweat, clinging to her back, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering with a mix of pain and pleasure, exuding seductive charm.

Sana’s tongue works my anus with increasing fervor, dipping deeper, sucking gently, saliva dripping from her mouth onto her chest, wetting her white top to reveal enticing skin, adding a sensual layer. Her hands grip my thighs instinctively, nails digging into my flesh, the sting drawing a growl, "Good… you filthy slut… keep licking!" The tone brims with seductive dominance. Momo’s tongue intensifies on my balls, teasing the folds, enveloping them with forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds exuding sensual rhythm. Her black short hair sways, sweat trailing down her forehead to drip onto her hand, mixing with the carpet’s wet spots like a seductive scene.

The dressing room’s air grows thick, mingling with their moans, the "smack smack smack" of flesh colliding, and my heavy breaths, like a seductive symphony. The vanity’s cosmetic bottles tremble, a few lipsticks rolling to the floor with "tinkle" sounds, adding a sensual layer. Mina’s legs begin to shake, her core clenching my cock, inner flesh contracting violently, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to drip onto the floor, exuding enticing air. My thrusts grow wilder, one hand pressing Momo’s head toward my groin, aligning her and Sana’s movements into a tempting duet. Sana’s tongue thrusts rapidly into my anus, Momo’s lips and tongue roaming my balls and cock base, their saliva mixing to trail down my thighs, dripping onto the carpet, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation.

Time ticks by, the dressing room’s lascivious atmosphere thickening, Mina’s moans turning to sharp cries, "Oh… Master… I can’t…" Her body convulses, climax nearing, exuding seductive afterglow. Sana and Momo’s lips and tongue explore my groin, delivering endless stimulation, my growls growing frequent, cock moving in and out of Mina’s core with "squish squish" sounds exuding sensual rhythm. The show’s prep noises approach outside, yet unable to interrupt this frenzied flesh feast, my eyes burning with conquest, Mina’s gaze hazy, Sana and Momo’s efforts deepening, as if this game will continue…

[samuelsooped]

Mommy's little boy (Momo)

Momo has a mature female body that makes me mouth-watering, her big round breasts, firm buttocks and plump thighs all make my heart flutter.

As soon as I saw Momo, my young rod became hard as a rock. When I got home, I couldn't help but masturbate to Momo's body many times to quench my thirst.

During my youth, Momo became the object of my most obsessive masturbation. Her physical charms were like an aphrodisiac that I couldn't resist. I knew every detail of her body by heart, and I could even visualize her naked body according to my fantasies.

Her pink labia and the tips of her breasts must be very colorful, there must be a place of ecstasy between her legs, and the aroma of her whole body is enough to make people go crazy for her ... These thoughts often make my blood boil and keep me up at night.

My infatuation with Momo is growing, but it's getting deeper and deeper. Whenever Heechul calls and invites me to his house, I will be there as soon as possible.

Today I came to Momo's house again, but unfortunately, Heechul happened to be out of town and Momo was the only one home.

“It's a shame, but since you're here, why don't you stay for dinner?” Momo warmly invited me.

I was delighted, this was just what I wanted. It would be my dream to have dinner alone with Momo. "Really? That would be great! Thank you for the invitation." I said hurriedly, unable to hide my joy.

Momo took me to the dining table and started to make dinner. She was wearing loose loungewear, and her breasts stood up high, with two pink protrusions peeking out. I looked at her breasts greedily, my eyes lingering on those two pink spots.

The table was filled with colorful and delicious food, but I didn't know what to eat, all I could think of was how to get Momo into my arms to kiss and lick her.

After dinner, Momo offered to clean the kitchen, and I volunteered to help with the dishes. We stood at the sink, Momo bending over the faucet to rinse the dishes, her soft loungewear clinging to her body, emphasizing the curves of her figure.

I couldn't help but breathe heavily, and the part in my pants was stirring. If I could push Momo down in front of the kitchen cabinet right now, spread her legs and penetrate her hard… Just imagining that image made me so excited that I could hardly contain myself.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I hurriedly washed the dishes and ran straight to the restroom with the excuse. The moment I closed the door, I couldn't wait to free my lower body.

At a glance, the laundry basket contained Momo's freshly removed clothes, the most prominent of which was the black lace bra and panties that she had worn. My heart was pounding so hard that I could hardly breathe, this was the treasure I had been longing for!

Carefully picking up Momo's underwear, I pressed my nose close and inhaled the rich fragrance. Oh my god, is this the smell of Momo's private parts? Such a strong scent, it made me feel like I was melting inside.

Then I turned to Momo's bra and rubbed one of the thin pieces of fabric over the tip of my nose. I could still feel Momo's soft and creamy skin through the thin material, and I was so turned on that my soul was trembling.

Back to the black panties that I craved the most, imprinted with traces of Momo's bodily fluids, emitted a faintly fishy-sweet scent. I hooked my finger onto the small piece of fabric and licked it gently on my tongue, the flavor made my rod swell to the extreme, bouncing up and down uncontrollably.

After tasting Momo's lingerie, I began to frantically stroke my swollen cock. With my right hand, I stroked the root of my dick, and with my left hand, I cupped and stroked the sensitive crown of my dick. Momo's naked body was all I could think about, and I was fantasizing about her riding on top of me.

"Momo... I want to penetrate... I want to fuck you... I'm going to penetrate your pussy with my cock..." I murmured, as if that would satisfy my desire.

Momo's pussy must have been hot and wet, wrapped tightly around my cock. She'd keep wiggling her ass to satisfy me, and she'd even let out a tantalizing gasp, asking me to fuck her even harder. This sight brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and my movements became faster and harder.

Finally, after a series of intense strokes, I shot my thick semen onto Momo's panties, the sticky white cum instantly soaked through the black fabric, glistening lustfully in the light. I was so immersed in this intense sexual pleasure that I almost lost consciousness ...... Until Momo's voice came from outside the door. “What are you doing in there, why don't you come out for so long?”

Hearing Momo calling me from outside, I realized how bold and unhinged my behavior was. I hurriedly grabbed the black panties that were covered with my turbidity and tried to put them back into the laundry basket. But my action was too big and Momo heard the sound of clothes rubbing together and she opened the door to check the situation.

She opened the door to see what was going on. I was at a loss for words, throwing Momo's panties back into the hamper in a frenzy, fearing that she might notice something strange. “Why are you taking so long to wash your hands?"

I was trying to find an excuse, "Nothing... My stomach just not feeling so well. Auntie Momo, what do you want to see me about?"

"It's raining outside, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the rain stops before you can go home, right? Do you want to stay over?" Momo said with concern.

Anticipation rose in my heart, but I was worried that Momo would find out what was going on. I could only pretend to be embarrassed, and declined, "But that's not a good idea... What if it disturbs your rest?"

"It's okay, my husband is away on a business trip anyway and Heechul just texted me he is not coming back today, so I'm the only one at home. Don't worry, you can stay and sleep here." Momo smiled and patted me on the shoulder, signaling me not to worry anymore.

Now I was really relieved, Momo said that I should stay and sleep here, does that mean that I will have the whole night to be alone with her? My mind was already thinking about what I would do to her on the bed.

Momo insisted that I stay the night, and I was happy to do so, though I put on a grudging face. After we cleaned up the house together, Momo suggested that we go to the couch and watch some TV to relax.

“Yeah, I was just about to come over and talk to you.” I said as I followed Momo into the living room and sat down next to her.

Momo was only wearing a flimsy loungewear, the two snowy peaks in front of her chest were slightly undulating with her breathing, and the shape of her pink nipples could be seen vaguely. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts, and my mind began to fantasize about those erotic scenes again.

Momo noticed my gaze and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she quickly adjusted and continued to chat with me as if nothing had happened. Even so, I was so captured by the seductive scent of her body that I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying.

My attention was focused on Momo's bouncing peaks, and I wanted to reach out and knead them, to feel their softness and elasticity; or to kiss them, to suck the red spots into my mouth. I was on the verge of losing my mind, and I couldn't hold back the urge to jump on Momo and kiss and caress her.

Luckily Momo didn't notice my perverted thoughts, we just chatted casually while I just admired her charming and sexy body. Soon I realized that I was already hard and had to adjust my sitting position frequently to try to hide it. The feeling of repression was just too much.

Momo and I chatted on the sofa for a long time before she finally got up and suggested going back to her room to rest. This was the moment I was waiting for. I nodded my head in agreement, eager to find a place to continue my "activities".

“Then I'll go back to the bedroom and take a shower first, you can organize your things and get ready for bed.” Momo said as she walked towards the stairs, her plump hips swaying from side to side as she walked, it was extremely seductive.

As I watched Momo's silhouette disappear on the second floor, I immediately ran to the kitchen and took out Momo's freshly washed underwear, intending to go to the restroom to give vent to my desire once more. However, just as I was about to take action, Momo's voice called out to me from downstairs:

"Wait a minute! Which room are you going to sleep in? Do you want to sleep with Auntie Momo?"

I didn't react at first and asked, "Isn't you sleeping by yourself? Why do you want me to share the room with you?"

“Haha, because there might be thunder at night, Auntie Momo is afraid of the dark and thunder, so I want you to stay with Auntie Momo and chat with me.” Momo said with a smile.

My brain stopped running for a few seconds. Oh my god! That's an invitation to go to her room and do whatever she wants! My heart started to pound, and I blushed. But on the surface, I had to put on a difficult face and say no: "It's... It's not good, is it? "

"No, you can sleep with Auntie Momo at ease." Momo said as she walked over to me and took my hand, and without a second thought, she took me to her bedroom .......

Momo pulled me into her bedroom, the room was filled with a faint aroma of lavender, and the quilt on the bed had already been lifted up to a corner waiting for me to fall asleep. I sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing how to look, on the one hand, I was overjoyed to be able to spend the night with Momo, but on the other hand, I was nervous that I would be discovered.

Momo seems to see my hesitation, smiled and comforted me: "Do not be too formal, just like usual at home. I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first."

After she said that, she turned and left the bedroom, leaving behind a room filled with scents that lingered in my thoughts. About twenty minutes later, Momo entered, draped in a pink satin dress that mirrored the one in the photo. The sleeveless, low-back design clung to her form, the fabric shimmering as it hugged her curves, with a deep V-neck plunging to reveal a generous expanse of smooth, tender skin. Her rounded, full breasts were accentuated enticingly by the dress’s fit, while the short hemline rose high on her thighs, exposing the delicate line where fabric met skin. With every slight movement, I could see the underwear inside and the snow-white curves of the legs.

Seeing Momo dressed like this, my lower body immediately reacted physiologically and quickly became engorged with blood and stood up. I hurriedly turned my back to Momo, trying to cover up the embarrassment. But just sniffing the fragrance of Momo's body and imagining her half-naked body, my rod was already so excited that it hurts. I can't control my strong desire to possess her.

Momo seemed to notice the abnormality in my body and laughed softly, "What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"

I was so shocked that I almost jumped up. It turned out to be Momo who walked behind me, gently wrapped her hands around my waist, and pressed a pair of plump and elastic breasts tightly against my back.

"Aunt Momo, why are you...? I'm fine, I'm just a bit hot..." I was stunned by the sudden embrace, and for a moment I didn't know what to say.

"Really? But you look so flushed." Momo's voice was soft and sweet as she breathed in my ear, her flirtatious tone making my heart pound.

I felt Momo's body getting closer and closer, and those two soft and elastic objects were rubbing my back gently with her breath, stimulating my whole body to be tingling. I couldn't help but let out a low gasp, and my rod became even harder.

"Aunt Momo, I... I didn't mean that... I, I just..." I didn't know how to explain the current situation, so I had to stammer.

"It's okay, I just want to know if you don't mind Auntie Momo holding you to sleep? You look like comfortable~" Momo deliberately slowed down her speech and smiled warmly. One of her hands was still rubbing my abdomen, occasionally skimming over my crotch, causing me to shiver.

This demon! This is clearly deliberately provoking me, to see if I can lose control so easily.  I couldn't help but grit my teeth, but I didn't dare to show it, for fear of being found out what I was really up to. I could only maintain a calm expression, trying to resist the urge to grab and rub Momo's breasts.

I gradually could not restrain my inner impulses, slowly turned around to face Momo, hands also smoothly surrounded her slender waist, Momo sensed my change, then increased the force to hold me tightly into the embrace.

Her breasts were pressed against my body through the thin fabric, undulating and rubbing against me as she breathed. The feeling was so erotic that my heart rate shot up and my body temperature rose. I looked down at Momo, only a few centimeters between us, and the sound of each other's breathing was clearly audible. Momo's black hair fell on my shoulders, and the fire burning in the bottom of her eyes seemed to be about to set me on fire as well.

My sanity is gradually collapsing, the fire of desire inside my body is burning. I stretched my neck and tentatively put my lips on Momo's, feeling the heat of her lips and the seduction of her slightly open lips. Surprisingly, Momo didn't stop me but instead cooperated by probing her soft tongue into my mouth and entwining it fiercely with mine.

"Mmm... Aunt Momo..."

“Don't talk...” Momo gasped and stopped my next words, deepening the kiss. Her arms wrapped around me a little tighter, and my whole body was locked around her as if she was trying to devour me. We are letting each other's juices flow in exchange.

Our tongues were intertwined like two greedy vipers, twisting and biting each other. I greedily sucked the sweet juices from Momo's mouth, wanting to swallow them whole. We kissed louder and louder, saliva spilling out of the corners of our mouths and wetting the messy marks on our faces. My body was trembling with passion, and my penis was throbbing with excitement as it was pressed against her soft belly.

Momo suddenly let go of my lips and looked up at me. Then she leaned down and kissed me again while her long fingers peeled off her thin robe. I saw two pink and rounded buds suddenly exposed in the air, they were like two cherry blossoms in full bloom, delicately colored. I couldn't help but move forward and took a bite of one of the stamen-like buds, sucking greedily.

“Ah...” Momo let out a delicate sigh, and then twisted her waist, so that her lower body and my erect penis rubbed more closely together. At the same time, she crossed her legs on both sides of me, preventing me from escaping her control. I felt that my desire was about to be aroused to the limit by her, and my penis involuntarily twitched a few times, and a hot stream of water dripped out along the column ......

"Aunt Momo... I, I can't help it..." I murmured in her ear, but Momo just accelerated the swaying of her body, leaving me to struggle underneath her.

After hearing my words, Momo did change her position. She gently pushed me away from her and lay down on her side, and I followed suit, crouching on one side of her shoulders and neck. As I continued to lick the red cherry that was already covered in saliva, I watched her start to undo my pants. Soon, my pants were off, and my hot cock popped out, Momo's hand wrapped around it and stroked it up and down.

“Hiss...” I couldn't help but suck in a breath, it was too good. Her technique was skillful and gentle, from time to time, she used her fingertips to gently scrape across the coronary groove, giving me a tingling and unbearable stimulation. Soon there was a stream of cloudy white mucus overflowing from the tips, and when she saw it, she was even more excited, she increased her speed and vigorously stroked it.

I couldn't stand this extreme pleasure and hurriedly grabbed her wrist to stop. However, this action made her even more excited, and she even held my palm and clasped her fingers together, not giving me a chance to get out of her control. I had no choice but to let her set fire to all parts of my sensitive body, feeling like I was about to lose control and surrender at any moment.

Just as I was on the verge of collapse, Momo suddenly let go of my hand, raised one of her thighs across my belly, and then held my sinewy member, letting it fall into her body little by little.

I was already on the verge of orgasm, and with the hot, wet squeeze of Momo's pussy, I finally reached my peak the moment she entered. I gripped the bed sheet tightly and ejaculated stream after stream of thick cum against her depths.

"Uhh... Ah... Why did you cum so fast..." Momo lets out a sigh of satisfaction, but also in a slightly surprised tone. She slowly withdrew from me, looking at my glans hung with freshly gushed goo and what seemed to be more ready seed.

“You're still a virgin, aren't you?” Momo asked. I froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Her expression became very complicated, like she was a little distressed but with a hint of amusement." I knew it... You just did that with my underwear in the bathroom... What a perverted child... "

She paused, a feminine smile on her face, "My husband hasn't touched me in a long time either... It's a good idea to grab a young boy like you to take care of my needs," she said, crawling back underneath me, swallowing my parting in one bite, and starting a new round of teasing.

"Whoo.... ...Aunt Momo... Wait..." I was surprised by her sudden attack, and I almost lost my sanity, "What do you mean by that...? What do you mean..."

Before I could get an answer to my question, Momo had already used her extraordinary lip and tongue skills again. Her flexible and soft tongue licked around my erection, and occasionally she went deeper into my mouth and kissed the mouth of the bell. I could only feel the urges in my lower body getting stronger and stronger, and soon I was back in the groove.

"Auntie Momo... I want you..." I eagerly begged for pleasure, and Momo willingly lay down on the bed, spreading her legs, presenting her wet and pink petals in front of my eyes.

My breath caught in my throat, and my reasoning collapsed as I gripped my pestle and mortar tightly in both hands and leaned in towards Momo's private parts. The head of my cock rubbed against her swollen, sensitive clitoris, eliciting convulsions and low gasps.

"But... I don't have a condom..." I knew I should have pulled back before it was too late, but my body's desire had already won out over my reasoning.

"It's okay... You can cum in... Auntie Momo won't get pregnant here...I am safe today." Momo called out softly, cupping my face in her hands and staring at me with longing eyes. I couldn't resist this invitation, and slowly inserted my rod into Momo's already muddy pussy...

"Ah... ...Aunt Momo... I'm cumming..." I gritted my teeth and pushed in deeply, only to feel the warmth and tightness inside, wrapping my shaft layer by layer. Momo's whole body was trembling, and her mouth also let out a joyful and delicate chant.

“Uh...” I hummed out softly, Aunt Momo's pussy wasn't as tight as it should have been, but the abundance of water made me feel incredibly warm and melted. I couldn't help but speed up my pumping, and with each stroke I could clearly feel the head of my tortoise tracing the folds of her body, bringing unspeakable tingling and pleasure.

"So big... So hard... You're so powerful for such a small boy... It's even bigger than my husband's..." Momo gasped softly, her hips twisting to meet my thrusts. Her words made me feel a tinge of pride and made the connection between our war even tighter. I grabbed Momo's slim waist and thrust harder, Momo let out intermittent, soft moans that were like an aphrodisiac in my ears.

I moved my hands to Momo's long thighs, spreading them even wider, and then leaned down and pressed Momo's torso. The sensation of our skin sent shivers down my spine, and at the same time I rammed into Momo's deepest parts with increased force. The sound of clashing flesh was especially loud in the quiet night, Momo was gradually captured by my attack, her eyes were misty as she intertwined her fingers with mine.

My lips were roaming on one side of Momo's breasts, greedily savoring the light milky scent she gave off. Momo, on the other hand, always turned her head sideways and let out a heavy breathing sound, my double attack seemed to bring her great pleasure. The sheet under my crotch was already wet with Momo's continuous flow of nectar, and my rod would always be wrapped in a ripple of tidal waves as it traveled through it.

"Hmm... Y/N... Faster... Mmmm..." Momo couldn't stop urging me on, while her legs were wide open to meet my more intense thrusts. Her breasts are also bouncing up and down under my violent movements, and the two red cherries are rolling on my chest, bringing some tingling." Got it..." I sped up the frequency of my thrusts and felt Momo's body jerk at one point, a few short gasps following. She seemed to be a little disoriented by the top of my movements, frowning and biting her lower lip, even her toes curled up tightly.

I quickly stopped my movements and looked at Momo with concern, fearing that I might hurt her, but she quickly shook her head, a satisfied look on her face, "No... Y/N... You go on... Auntie Momo likes it..." As she said that, Momo opened her arms and took me into her arms, letting me lie between her breasts as if I were a child. Encouraged, I immediately went into another round of attack, filling the room with the sounds of pounding flesh and my proud Momo's moans. ......

Just as I increased my thrusts, Momo's expression suddenly became painful. Immediately afterward, her lower body clamped and a warm stream of water gushed out from the depths, drowning my entire penis in it. I immediately raised my body and pulled out my penis, and at the same time, a transparent jet of water shot out from Momo's honey pot, not only wetting my lower body, but even landing a few drops on my body." This... Is this... An orgasm...?" I watched in confusion as this happened, only to feel Auntie Momo's lower body spewing nectar like an open faucet. Momo's body didn't relax until more than ten seconds later, and her two soft breasts were swaying slightly with her trembling breath. Momo's cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she was enjoying the extreme pleasure she had just experienced.

After a while, Momo slowly stood up, pressed me down on the bed, and then gently stroked my already swollen part a few times. She then lowered herself to the ground, opened her red lips and swallowed the entire shaft, Momo's face was extremely charming, like an obsessed woman trying to please her lover. As the warm, moist walls of her mouth rubbed against the penis, there was a watery sound, and a stream of clear mucus overflowed from the tip of the penis, connecting it to Momo's red lips. Moving from my pussy to Momo's mouth, two very different sensations intertwined, causing me approaching orgasm, and I had to grit my teeth and restrain myself." Auntie Momo... I'm going to..." I mumbled, and Momo took hold of my cock, then left my wet tip and leaned in for a deep kiss. We were like a couple in love, kissing each other like crazy.

At this time Momo held my penis and rubbed it outside her petals a few times, then slowly sank down until the whole rod disappeared all the way into her tight private parts.

"Good... So big..." Another praise escaped from her mouth, Momo's walls seemed to have become even tighter due to the intense orgasm she had just had, almost completely wrapping up my penis without leaving a single gap.

"Me too... It's very comfortable, Auntie Momo..." Momo's face was still flushed. Then she started to push her waist, moving her lower body back and forth on my cock. My rod was stirring back and forth inside her hot and wet honey tunnel, rubbing against her sensitive inner walls.

Momo shook her long hair in delight, the sensation of being filled with a cock was too good to be true. I could not help but get even more excited as I looked at her happy face from my supine position. It was unbelievable to be able to fuck such a gorgeous wife and have her voluntarily gallivanting on top of me. I grabbed Momo's huge peaks with both hands and kneaded them, her gasps became more and more ragged, and her private tunnel was tightening without her realizing it. A kind of magical attraction was constantly reaching my penis from inside her body.

After about five minutes of this position, Momo suddenly lay on top of me, her long legs changed to a kneeling position, and she tightly wrapped them around my waist.

Momo then pressed her red lips onto mine, her soft and slippery tongue sliding in and out of my mouth. At the same time, she began to thrust vigorously, each time pressing the center of her womb hard against my cock.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud and clear, Momo had no intention of slowing down at all, like a pile driver she was thrusting fiercely in and out, and my prick gradually developed a tingling sensation.

"Auntie Momo... I'm about to cum..." I couldn't help but beg for mercy, but Momo didn't budge, instead she sped up the frequency. Each heavy drop brought a sharp shock of pleasure to my penis, bringing me to the brink of an explosion.

"Auntie Momo... ...Auntie Momo... I want to...!" After a few minutes of rapid strokes, I finally reached the ultimate moment when my penis exploded with thick essence. At the same time, Momo's womb bites down on my tip, pouring down warm cum. Momo locked me in the deepest part of the canal, the hot liquid instantly filled the entire canal, the sensitive walls of the flesh felt an unprecedented burning pleasure . Momo was panting on top of me, her huge breasts squeezing my chest and trembling, and the only sound left in the room was the breathing of the two of us.

Momo stood up, straightened her appearance and left the room slowly. She went in the direction of the restroom and didn't come back for a long time. I got tired of waiting, so I rolled out of bed and went to the restroom to look for her. The lights in the hall were dim, and only the bathroom light was on. I cautiously walked over.

I saw Momo standing in front of the mirror with her head down washing her face. I followed her figure and noticed that Momo's private part between her legs was slightly red and swollen, with some white mucus coming out of it.

I think that should be the marks left by me before, I smiled in understanding. Momo was shocked and looked up at me through the mirror.

"Y/N? Do you want to go to the toilet too?" Momo asked. "Yes... I want to go to the...' toilet'." As I said that, I had already taken hold of my dick and slowly pushed it into Momo's vagina.

"Hmm... So quick... Again... Mmm..." Through the reflection of the mirror, I could see Momo's blush quickly creeping up on her cheeks again, and her pair of full breasts trembled slightly as she breathed.

I gripped Momo's hips with both hands and moved them forward and backward in time with Momo's rhythm, and Momo immediately lifted her ass up to make it easier for me to pump.

The sound of my body hitting Momo’s became louder and louder. The sight of my cock entering Momo's pussy was too exciting, plus the love juices that Momo's lower body was constantly secreting made my cock become slippery and shiny.

"Y/N... Hmm... Auntie Momo still has to work tomorrow... Uh..." Momo spoke intermittently, and from the mirror, I could see that her expression was already immersed in lust, making it difficult for her to extricate herself, her eyes were streaming, her cheeks were crimson, and her ample breasts were undulating restlessly. All of this was firmly controlled by my penis.

“I'll pick up the pace then, Auntie Momo...” As I said that, I sank my fingers deep into Momo’s ass cheeks and began to thrust with all my might. There was a lot of intense “popping” sounds, and a few of them even reached the womb opening, causing Momo to gasp a few times. Accompanied by the “plopping” sound of water, there are constantly spilling out from the place of coitus  " No... I can't make that sound again..." Momo hurriedly covered her mouth, desperately trying to restrain the winks that were spilling out from her throat.

The standing doggy position brought a very different feeling from the previous position, while looking at Momo's desperate expression in the mirror and her breasts swaying back and forth, at the same time, feeling my cock expanding a bit more. "Uhh... Ah... It's too deep... Y/N..." Momo's body trembled a few times, she knew that I had broken through the cervix and entered the deepest part, she couldn't help but gasp out. In the mirror, she seemed to see the same sight, and more ecstasy and longing welled up under her eyes. "Mmm... Y/N's cock is too powerful... Auntie Momo can't stand it anymore..." Momo twisted her waist impatiently, trying to get more pleasure. But my fingers had already clamped down on her waistline, preventing any possibility of escape. Momo's belly bulged slightly, as if she was harboring a tiny life. I couldn't help but increase my pressure, each stroke was a powerful one, pushing the head of the turtle to its deepest point, Momo's mind was almost on the verge of losing control, her nails were embedded in her palms, tears were coming out of her eyes, but she couldn't stop her mouth from letting out petulant whimpers and gasps.

As my cock moved in and out of Momo's vagina, a stream of tingling electricity gradually accumulated in my mind. I pinched Momo's waist and used all my strength to send my penis to the deepest part. “Aunt Momo!” After a roar, my tips burst into the uterus, countless hot white cum shot into Momo's most private place. Momo's body lightly trembled for a moment, then gasped violently.

After about a minute, I reluctantly withdrew my cock. After three good sex sessions, Momo's lower body had already been filled with my essence, so even at this point I couldn't stop ejaculating, and a large amount of milky white color still flowed out from Momo's open pussy, I rubbed my rod on Momo's ass a few times to clean up the remaining cum on my tips.

Momo was lying on her stomach by the sink, her legs trembling, her rounded buttocks high in the air, a picture that rekindled the desire in my body. My penis, which had not yet softened, immediately rose up again and was ready to go.

“Aunt Momo, I want you again...” Without waiting for Momo's response, I leaned over and fell on top of her, wrapping my hands around her armpits and kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. At the same time, my rod once again broke through the door and pounded into Momo's body. "Hmm... Not so fast... We should take a break... Ah..." Momo tried to protest, but her words were soon replaced by a series of gasps. I accelerated the speed of my thrusts, going deeper and deeper, soon pushing Momo's sanity into a bottomless abyss.

Since that day, Momo and I have been in an instant relationship. Whenever I came to my best friend's house after school, we would always have sex in the bathroom, then step out of the shower together, smile at each other, kiss and hug, and then go into the bedroom and close the door to continue our “workout”. I believe that even the closest friends could never have imagined that one day his best friend would be with their mom, right? After all, who could have imagined such a scene - a young handsome high school student kneeling in front of his best friend's mother, licking her stamen; or this mature and colorful middle-aged woman sitting on her son's best friend's lap, writhing her voluptuous body