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Personal Secretary Miyeon

OC X MIYEON

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Miyeon knelt before him, her gaze locked on the impressive bulge straining against CEO Park's tailored trousers. Three years. For three years, she had been his secretary, and for just as long, his willing mistress. She was his pretty little secret, obedient and always eager to please, her youth and vibrant energy a stark and exciting contrast to the quiet elegance of his wife. Though his spouse was undeniably beautiful in her own right, Miyeon possessed a different kind of allure. This youthful, almost innocent sensuality had captivated him from the moment she’d nervously stepped into his office as a fresh-faced freshman seeking an internship. Now, at twenty-two, she was an executive, her swift ascent through the company ranks not solely attributed to her sharp mind and diligent work ethic. Her proficiency in the art of fellatio and her enthusiastic participation in their clandestine bedroom encounters had undoubtedly greased the wheels of her career.

Her body was a masterpiece of youthful curves and subtle strength. Her face, with its delicate features, clear, bright eyes that held a hint of knowing mischief, and full, kissable lips usually adorned with a subtle sheen of gloss, was undeniably pretty. But it was the body beneath her perfectly tailored office attire that truly captivated. Her breasts, full and perky, strained against the confines of her crisp white blouse, their nipples often betraying her arousal with prominent peaks even through the fabric. A perfectly nipped-in waist flared out to gently rounded hips that swayed enticingly with every step she took. Today, she was wearing a tight-fitting pencil skirt that hugged her toned thighs like a second skin, the hemline just grazing her knees, offering tantalizing glimpses of her long, slender legs that ended in elegantly pointed heels. Even kneeling, the curve of her calf was enough to make CEO Park’s blood rush.

And then there was the object of her current unwavering attention. CEO Park’s cock was a specimen, a thick, girthy monster that had both intimidated and utterly obsessed Miyeon from their very first encounter in his opulent office after hours. It was a solid eight inches, maybe a touch more on a particularly enthusiastic morning, the shaft thick and heavy, with prominent veins that throbbed with anticipation. The head was a glistening, mushroom-like shape, its underside susceptible to her touch, a fact she had learned with considerable pleasure over the past three years. The sight of it, even through the fabric of his expensive trousers, never failed to make her pussy wet, a response honed by countless nights spent with it buried deep inside her or coating her lips and tongue with his thick, sticky cum. She couldn't wait to feel it, hot and hard, filling her mouth and then every inch of her tight little body.

CEO Park smirked down at her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached down and unzipped his expensive trousers, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent office. Miyeon’s breath hitched, her gaze glued to the unfolding reveal. His вже familiar cock sprang free, thick and impressive, the head big starting to glisten with pre-cum in anticipation of her touch.

Without a word, Miyeon reached out, her fingers gently circling the base of his hard shaft. He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through her hand. She then looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Ready for your morning treat, sir?” she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that always sent a thrill down his spine.

He simply nodded, his eyes locked on her as she lowered her head, her dark hair falling forward to frame her face. Her lips parted slightly as she took the full head of his thick cock into her mouth. He gasped, a wave of pure pleasure washing over him as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him. She took her time, savoring the feel of him, her lips мягко but firmly gliding up and down the surface.

“Mmmph… you know just how I like it, Miyeon-ah,” he groaned, his hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in her hair, gently guiding the rhythm of her suckling.

“That’s because I pay attention to what pleases you, CEO-nim,” she replied, her words muffled against his cock. She used her hands to gently stroke the length of his shaft as her mouth continued its work. She varied the pressure, sometimes sucking firmly, other times just teasing him with her lips and tongue.

“You’re so good, baby,” he whispered, his head falling back against the plush leather of his chair. “So fucking good.”

Miyeon’s moans started then, soft and breathy at first, escalating with each deliberate stroke of her mouth. “Mmm… this feels so… hard…” she’d moan, her cheeks flushed, her eyes occasionally fluttering closed in pure sensation. She used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive head, paying special attention to the frenulum, the thin strip of skin underneath, making him jump slightly.

“Ah, fuck… yes… right there…” he’d gasp, his grip tightening on her hair. “You know my weaknesses, don’t you, you little vixen?”

She pulled back slightly, her lips slick and glistening. “Of course, CEO-nim. It’s my job to know everything about you.” She then plunged back down, taking even more of his length into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out slightly. The sucking sounds of her suckling filled the office, punctuated by CEO Park’s increasingly ragged breathing.

“Tell me how good it tastes, Miyeon-ah,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me how much you love sucking my cock.”

She pulled back again, a mischievous smile on her face, her lips still wet from his pre-cum. “It tastes like power, CEO-nim. And I love having it in my mouth.” She then dove back down, this time running her hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch as she continued her passionate fellatio.

Miyeon’s ministrations grew bolder. She used her teeth to gently scrape against the tip of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from CEO Park. Her hand that was stroking his shaft moved lower, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin just below the head, making him twitch. She then slid her mouth further down, taking in more and more of his girth, her lips stretching to accommodate him fully. He groaned, his grip tightening on her hair, his head now lolling back in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck, Miyeon… you’re going to make me come too fast,” he rasped, his voice thick with barely contained pleasure.

“That’s the point, CEO-nim,” she replied, her words muffled against his cock. “To bring you to the edge and then… keep you waiting.” She pulled back slightly, her lips wet and swollen, a devilish glint in her eyes. She then flicked her tongue along the underside of his shaft, right up to the head, before plunging back down again, this time sucking with a deep, rhythmic motion that made his whole body shudder.

“You little tease,” he groaned, but there was no real anger in his voice, only pure, unadulterated lust. “You know I can’t resist you.”

“That’s why I’m here, CEO-nim,” she purred, running her hands further up his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles. She then pressed her fingers against his hard balls, gently squeezing them, making him gasp.

“Ah, Jesus, Miyeon… don’t stop,” he begged, his hips starting to lift slightly off the chair.

She continued her rapid assault, varying her techniques to keep him on edge. Sometimes she would suck deeply, taking him to the back of her throat, other times she would just tease the head with her lips and tongue. Her hands worked in perfect synchronization with her mouth, stroking, squeezing, and gently tugging, driving him closer and closer to the brink.

“Tell me how much you want it, sir,” she whispered against his cock, her breath hot and влажный. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you so fucking bad, Miyeon,” he groaned, his voice barely audible. “Your mouth… it’s heaven… and hell.”

She chuckled softly, knowing the power she held over him. She then leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his thighs, her dark hair swaying as she continued to devour him with her mouth. The влажный sounds of their lovemaking filled the opulent office, a stark contrast to the sterile corporate environment, their forbidden passion creating a palpable tension that hung heavy in the air.

He reveled in the feel of her body working on him. The slick warmth of her tongue and mouth engulfing his cock was driving him wild. He reached down and cupped her head, gently guiding the rhythm of her suckling, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. Her breasts, full and round, bounced slightly with each bob of her head, the soft fabric of her blouse now damp with his pre-cum. He could see the dark outline of her уже hard nipples pressing against the material, a tantalizing invitation.

He pulled her closer, his gaze dropping to her flat stomach, the toned muscles flexing subtly with her movements. He could imagine those same muscles clenching around his cock when he was buried deep inside her. His fingers then trailed down her back, following the curve of her spine, his anticipation for what was to come building with each passing second.

He wanted to feel her bare skin, to have his hands all over her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her against his lips and tongue. He knew it wouldn't be long before his need to bury himself inside her became overwhelming.

The anticipation thrumming through him was almost unbearable. He reached down and gently tugged at the hem of Miyeon's crisp white blouse, pulling it free from the confines of her pencil skirt. She paused her ministrations on his cock, her eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, his fingers lingering on the smooth fabric as it parted to reveal the lacy bra beneath.

Her breasts, perfectly shaped and full, strained against the delicate lace, their вже hard nipples pressing against the intricate pattern. He reached out and gently cupped them through the fabric, savoring their weight and softness. Miyeon moaned softly, tilting her head back slightly, offering him a better view. He then slipped his fingers under the lace, his thumb finding her вже erect nipple and flicking it gently.

“Oh, CEO-nim…” she whispered, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re so beautiful, Miyeon-ah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He then reached behind her and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts completely. They sprang forth, full and round, their dark nipples begging for his touch. He obliged, cupping them in his hands, his thumbs stroking and teasing the вже sensitive peaks.

Miyeon’s mouth was still doing its magic on his cock, but the added attention to her breasts sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her. Her hips started to rock gently, her heat teasing him through his trousers. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. The combination of her incredible mouth and his hands on her bare breasts was driving him to the edge.

He lifted Miyeon’s head slightly, breaking her suction on his cock. Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with his pre-cum, and her eyes were half-closed with desire. “Baby,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust, “I need you to feel all of me.”

He reached down and gently guided her hands to his fully erect cock, letting her feel its thick girth and throbbing pulse. “Wrap your fingers around this, sweetheart,” he instructed, his voice a low growl. Miyeon’s fingers closed around him, her touch both firm and delicate, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him.

With his other hand, he reached down and gently caressed the outside of her pencil skirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, a clear indication of her arousal. “And I want to taste all of you,” he murmured, his gaze locking with hers.

Without another word, he reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly began to hike it up her thighs. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of anticipation in their depths. The skirt crept higher and higher, revealing her smooth, bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. He paused just above her knees, his fingers lingering on her inner thigh, feeling the softness of her skin.

“Are you ready for me, Miyeon-ah?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“More than anything, CEO-nim,” she breathed, her grip tightening on his cock.

He then slid his hand underneath the elastic of her panties, his fingers immediately finding the уже влажный folds of her pussy. She gasped, her head falling back slightly as his fingers began to gently stroke her swollen clit. The insane heat radiating from her core was intoxicating, and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. The need to bury himself deep inside her was now a burning inferno within him.

His fingers slid deeper into Miyeon's wet swollen folds, encountering the slick, hot pussy that promised untold pleasure. She let out a soft, breathy moan, her hips lifting slightly off the floor as if to meet his touch more fully. He gently probed, his thumb finding her вже твердый clit and rubbing it softly. Her breath hitched, and her grip on his вже throbbing cock tightened.

"Oh, CEO-nim," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed, "that feels so... good."

He continued his exploration, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh, mapping the curves and contours of her thoroughly aroused pussy. He could feel her pulsing around his fingers, her inner muscles clenching and releasing with each deliberate stroke. The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that only intensified his desire.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of his pre-cum from her mouth. "You're so wet for me, Miyeon-ah," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with lust. "You want me inside you, don't you?"

She nodded eagerly, her eyes now wide with anticipation. "Yes, CEO-nim. Please. I need you inside me."

He chuckled softly, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Well, then, who am I to refuse such a willing and eager employee?" He moved his hand from between her legs and reached for the zipper of his trousers. With a swift tug, it slid down, and his thick straining cock sprang free, girthy and eager to be buried deep within her.

He knelt before her, his gaze dropping to the juncture between her thighs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and sweet desire. With a low growl, he lowered his head, his lips finding the вже swollen petals of her pussy.

His tongue flicked out, tracing the delicate folds, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her readiness. Miyeon gasped, her hands tightening their grip on his shoulders, her hips lifting off the floor in anticipation. He pressed his lips firmly against her clit, sucking gently at first, then with more force, making her cry out.

"Oh, CEO-nim... fuck..." she moaned, her head thrashing gently against the plush carpet.

He continued his deep exploration, his tongue exploring every inch of her вже engorged vulva. He used his fingers to gently spread her open, giving him better access to her most sensitive spot. He swirled his tongue around her clit, then plunged deeper, tasting the rich, metallic tang of her arousal.

Miyeon's moans escalated, growing more frantic and desperate. "Yes... Please... right there..." she begged, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her thighs parted further, offering him complete access.

He licked and sucked, his tongue licking with a practiced rhythm, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his mouth, her moans intensifying with each deliberate stroke. The sounds of their passionate encounter filled the otherwise silent office, a symphony of loud slurps and desperate moans.

He continued to completely devour her, his hands now reaching up to cup her firm, round ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he lapped at her core. Miyeon’s moans grew louder, more high-pitched, her body trembling with the intensity of her approaching orgasm.

“Oh, fuck, CEO-nim… I’m… I’m going to…” she gasped, her hips bucking against his face.

And then it happened. Her inner muscles clenched violently around his tongue and lips as a torrent of leaking cum erupted from her pussy, flooding his mouth with her sweet, sticky essence. She cried out, a long, shuddering moan that echoed in the room, her body going completely limp as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

CEO Park savored the taste of her, swallowing her cum with a satisfied groan. He lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with her pussy juice, and looked up at her.

“That’s a good girl, Miyeon-ah,” he purred, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You taste delicious.”

He lifted Miyeon into his arms, her limp body light against his strong frame, and carried her over to his large mahogany desk. He gently laid her down on the polished surface, her legs dangling off the edge, her wet soaked pussy now fully exposed. He positioned her with her back on the cool wood, her arms outstretched above her head.

Then, he positioned himself between her spread thighs, his thick cock throbbing in anticipation. He grabbed hold of her hips, guiding his hot, wet head to her slick entrance, and with a deep groan, he plunged inside her. Miyeon gasped, her back arching off the table, her eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and pleasure at the sudden, deep penetration.

He began to fuck her, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to adjust to his full length. His hands, now free, went to her breasts, cupping their generous weight, his thumbs stroking her sexy hard nipples. The feel of her soft flesh in his hands as he pounded into her was intoxicating.

“Oh, CEO-nim… fuck… that feels so good…” Miyeon moaned, her voice still slightly shaky from her recent orgasm.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming deeper and more forceful. “Just the way I like it.” He continued to squeeze and knead her breasts, sometimes pinching her nipples, other times just enjoying the soft give of her flesh against his palms.

He varied his pace, sometimes thrusting hard and fast, other times slowing down to just a deep, lingering slide in and out of her dripping core. With each thrust, her breasts bounced, and he made sure to keep them firmly in his grasp, reveling in the sensation. He leaned down and took one of her already hard nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from her.

“Aahh… CEO-nim… yes… don’t stop…” she begged, her hips lifting off the table to meet his thrusts.

He switched to her other breast, flicking it with his tongue and lips while continuing to pump into her with a steady rhythm. The intense sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the office, the leather of his chair creaking with his movements. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his cock, milking him with every thrust

His grip tightened on her hips as he began to fuck her with a more insistent rhythm. He plunged deep, burying his cock to the base, then slowly withdrew almost completely before thrusting back in with a powerful groan. He watched her face, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her lips slightly parted as she gasped for breath. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red, and a delicate sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

He varied his pace, sometimes pounding into her hard and fast, each thrust a forceful reminder of his dominance. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and he relished the feel of their weight in his hands, squeezing and kneading them as he fucked her. Other times, he would slow his pace, teasing her with slow, deep strokes that stretched her wide, making her whimper with a mixture of anticipation and intense pleasure. He would linger inside her, his cock толстый and hard against her inner walls, savoring the feeling of her tight grip.

His fingers continued their exploration, sometimes caressing her sexy erect nipples, other times trailing down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs, lightly stroking the вже soaked folds of her pussy around his invading cock. He could feel the frantic pulsing of her inner muscles, gripping him tightly with each thrust, milking him for every drop of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, CEO-nim…” she’d moan, her voice breathy and filled with raw desire. “You feel so good… so deep…” Her hips bucked against his, meeting each thrust with an eager urgency of their own.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice husky with lust, “You’re so tight, Miyeon-ah. Your pussy is driving me crazy.”

“And your cock is making me feel like I’m going to explode, sir,” she gasped, her body arching off the table as he drove into her again and again.

He continued to fuck her, lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving together, the влажный sounds of their lovemaking filling the office, a testament to their forbidden desires.

They were disturbed by the sound of the Landline in the room as Miyeon picked it up and Park thrust inside her, making her moan through the phone. He had no intention of stopping as Miyeon maintained a conversation with the other party.

“Ceo Park is busy, aaah, aah. He is Eating. Aaah, “ Miyeon moaned as he somehow tried to answer the other party.

He started thrusting in deeper as his fingers started playing with her clit and in response her whole body arched up and trembled making her clutch to the phone harder.

“No, I am Fine. aaahah, I will inform the Ceo of your details. Ahhh.” Miyeon tried to stop him with his other hand, but ceo park had a sly smile on his face as he grabbed those hands and started pounding inside her. Making her clutch her hands and bite her lips to suppress the moans.

He could feel her pussy clutching on to his cock milking him. Heat radiating of her body as she tried hard not to moan. He pulled her up, now his breath closer to her lips as he kissed her while she was talking on the phone.

.She patted his chest to make him stop but park thrust inside her pussy a bit harder making her open her mouth in pleasure making it easy to thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

Miyeon hung up the phone as she held on to his neck and went in for the kiss. Her tongue p-laying with his while his cock went deeper inside hjer hitting her womb.

She screamed and groaned. “Ajhussi I can’t take it anymore I want you to cum inside me”

Park carried her of the table as she moaned from his cock entering her again and now the flesh sounds of his hips hittign her sexy ass resounded around the room. He thoughts flew to the way his cock was exploring her insides. She was first disgusted by her ceo but after he fucked her first time for her promotion she could not satisfy herself with any other cock and had to go begging for his cock.

He fucked her again and again that day until she didn’t remember how she fell asleep that day. Completely blacked out after an orgasm, and the next day she had to rest to get back her energy that was drained away by him. Even when she kknew he was married only his cock matteredd that was going inside her. Even prided herself on the fact that she was the one getting the pounding more than his wife.

He sat on the sofa, carrying her, and started bouncing her on his lap. With each thrust making she squealed in pleasure. Luckily, the office was soundproof proof otherwise the screams would have alerted the security. He grabbed those perky tits that looked tasty and sexy and flicked her nipples while his hands moved along the other breast.

Miyeon flipped her head back those long black hair in a mess and sweaty from the rough fucking. She tried to tighten her walls trying to milk his cock. He graoned feeling her pussy tighten and strted rushjing inside thrusting inside more and more. She could feel her shaking and the familiar feeling of her climax approaching. She gripped his shloulders tightly as she came down in more speed hitting his lap and finally he grabbed his head tightly burying it in her tits as she shivered and climaxed. Her thighs trembling and her pussy leaking.

The hot and tight pussy and the insane amount of milking from her pussy made him reach his limit as he too came inside her cumming again and again filling her to the brim. She threw her had back feeling his cum spurting inside her. Hitting deep inside her pussy. She could feel it dripping and leaking out. She could not more as botht of them stayed like that with his cock dep inside her pussy and thier sweaty bodies attached. A feeling of bliss plastered on both faces.

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baneforfirst · 4 days ago

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Couch Fucked by the Boy Next Door

I stumbled out of the lift, the world spinning slightly, my body warm from the alcohol coursing through my veins. My fingers fumbled with the keys, the ring slipping once, twice, before I finally got the right one into the lock. I shoved the door open lazily, leaving it ajar behind me — even the metal gate was left unlocked.

I barely made it to the couch before collapsing, my white tube top sliding slightly as I fell, exposing a sliver of underboob and my soft stomach. My snug black Calvin Klein shorts clung to my hips, but it was the black fishnet stockings underneath that drew attention — stretched tight over my thighs, framing every inch of skin like lingerie I hadn’t meant to wear out. My platinum-blonde hair fell over my face as I buried myself into the couch cushions, too drunk to care, too tired to move.

Across the hallway, Riaz noticed.

We’d known each other forever — childhood friends, practically siblings in name, but something had shifted with age. There was a quiet tension between us, unspoken but constant. He never said a word, and neither did I. But we both felt it. A charged silence. A dangerous, unsaid craving.

He stood in his doorway, watching me, frozen. My legs curled on the couch, ass barely covered by the shorts, fishnets clinging to my thighs, tattoos visible under the warm indoor light. I looked wrecked. Spent. But soft. So vulnerable. So inviting.

He swallowed hard. Something in him snapped.

Barefoot, silent, he padded across the hallway. The open gate, the unlocked door — it was an invitation. A careless, drunken mistake. But it felt like fate. He stepped inside, standing over me, his shadow long and tense. I didn’t stir — just let out a sleepy little sigh, one arm limp over the edge of the couch.

He knelt beside me.

His hand reached out slowly, brushing his fingertips against the soft skin of my waist where my top had ridden up. I shivered at the contact but didn’t wake. That emboldened him. His lips followed next — grazing the side of my neck, taking in the scent of sweat, perfume, and the trace of alcohol.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured into my skin.

His hands slid down to my hips. He hesitated just a moment… then gripped the waistband of my shorts and peeled them down — slowly, carefully — revealing the full length of the fishnet stockings clinging to my bare legs. My pussy, barely hidden beneath the mesh and my soaked panties, twitched at the rush of cool air. He left the fishnets on.

He leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine — slow, testing. I stirred under him, eyes fluttering open, dazed, unfocused.

“Riaz…?” I slurred, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Shh. It’s me.” His voice was low, soothing. His mouth returned to mine, more forceful this time — and I didn’t pull away. My body responded instinctively, parting my lips for his tongue, my thighs falling open just slightly.

He tugged my panties aside beneath the stretched fishnet fabric, fingers slipping between my folds. I gasped. I was already wet. Soaked. Dripping. From the alcohol? From the touch? Maybe both. My hips lifted into his hand.

“So fucking wet for me… You want this, don’t you?” he whispered, breath hot against my cheek.

I moaned softly in response, biting my lip.

Then I felt him shift — the rustle of clothes, the soft thump of denim hitting the floor. His cock, thick and throbbing, pressed against my entrance. He didn’t bother undressing me further — just shoved forward, slowly but firmly, sinking inside me inch by inch.

My head rolled back as a sharp gasp escaped my lips. “F-fuck…”

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, grinding deeper until he was buried to the hilt.

He began to thrust, hips rolling as he fucked me on the couch, the fishnets biting faintly into my thighs with every movement. His grip on my hips grew rougher, his mouth trailing hot kisses up my neck.

Then he shifted again — rising onto his knees, grabbing me by both thighs.

In one fluid motion, he flipped me into a new position — folding me onto my back, lifting both of my legs high and wide, his grip locking around the backs of my knees. He pushed them up, pressing them tightly against my chest, nearly folding me in half beneath him.

My ass was lifted slightly off the couch, my knees bent and pinned back, body completely exposed. The fishnet fabric framed my thighs and calves as they stretched under tension, my pussy wide open and helpless under him.

He slammed into me hard.

The angle was brutal. Every thrust hit deeper, pounding up into my core, his cock reaching places I didn’t even know existed. I cried out, arms helpless at my sides, my body jolting with every punishing stroke.

"You like being folded up and fucked like this, huh?" he growled, sweat dripping down his chest as he hovered over me, his hips snapping forward again and again.

"Yes—fuck—Riaz!" I screamed, my voice shattering into moans as my orgasm started to rise. “Don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—!”

His eyes locked onto mine, raw and intense, and he kept going — faster, harder, the couch groaning beneath us, our bodies slapping together wetly, lewd sounds echoing through the room.

I came hard — convulsing beneath him, helpless in the tight hold, my scream caught in my throat as pleasure tore through me. My legs twitched against his grip, muscles trembling, cunt pulsing around him.

But he didn’t stop.

His rhythm became erratic, messy, desperate — until finally he let out a low, guttural growl and slammed in deep one last time, cock buried to the base, thick spurts of cum flooding my pussy.

We stayed frozen like that for a moment.

Then, slowly, he let my legs fall back down. My body was limp, used, shaking slightly with aftershocks. He leaned down and kissed me again — this time slow. Soft. Tender.

"This... changes everything,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine.

“I know,” I breathed, a dazed smile spreading across my lips. “I was hoping it would.”

My body was still trembling when he pulled out, a slow slide that left me aching and empty. I lay there, limp on the couch, legs sprawled, lips swollen from his kisses, his cum slowly leaking out of me, soaked into the mesh of my fishnets.

But Riaz wasn’t done.

He sat back, resting against the arm of the couch, his chest rising and falling as he stared at me — and then he spoke, voice still ragged but laced with hunger.

“One more round,” he growled. “Come here.”

I looked at him, dazed. “You’re serious?”

He smirked and tapped his lap. “You’re not gonna tell me you’re done, are you?”

I couldn’t say no. Not when his cock was still hard. Not when I still felt so fucking needy, so full of fire from what he'd just done to me. I climbed onto him slowly, straddling him with my back to his chest.

His hands immediately grabbed my thighs, guiding me into position. He didn’t ease me down gently this time — he slid his cock right back into me, thick and still wet, making me gasp as I was filled again.

Then he moved.

One arm hooked beneath my knees, lifting both of my legs upward and holding them close to my chest. His other arm reached back, curling around my neck, not choking me but holding me locked against his body, bent and helpless — folded in reverse this time, my back pressed to his chest, my ass lifted, my pussy stretched tight and impaled on his cock.

I was in a full nelson — I was perched on his lap, suspended in his grip, held open and up, my legs in the air, my body entirely at his mercy.

And then he slammed into me.

“Oh my God—” I cried, my voice pitching as the air punched from my lungs.

He thrust up from beneath, hips pounding into me like a machine, his grip rock-solid as he bounced me on his cock. My legs kicked slightly, useless in the air, while his grip kept me high and open, taking every merciless stroke.

“You feel that?” he hissed into my ear, his voice hot and dominant. “You love getting wrecked like this, don’t you?”

I moaned, trying to answer, but his cock hit so deep I could only whimper. Each thrust slammed me down onto him — loud, wet slaps of flesh-on-flesh echoing in the room, his cum from the first round mixing with my slick as it dripped between us.

My back arched, shoulders against his chest, his forearm keeping my legs pinned up tight as he used my body like a toy — up and down, again and again, stretching me open, drilling into the deepest parts of me.

“R-Riaz—fuck, you’re gonna make me—” I cried, body quaking.

“I know. I feel you clenching.” He didn’t stop. He only thrust harder, deeper, every motion raw and punishing.

I shattered.

My orgasm hit like lightning — violent, full-body, my scream muffled as he kissed the side of my neck. My body shook, limp in his arms, but he kept fucking me through it, his cock twitching inside me, getting close.

“Take all of it,” he groaned.

And with a final brutal thrust, he pushed deep and stayed there, cock buried, releasing a second hot load inside me, balls tightening as he growled against my skin.

We both stayed like that — tangled, slick with sweat, his arms still wrapped around me, my legs draped over his forearm.

“You’re mine,” he breathed, almost possessive.

And I didn’t argue.

I thought we were done.

My body was twitching, stretched and spent, thighs sticky with his cum, my voice raw from screaming his name. But Riaz wasn’t finished — not even close. He slid out of me slowly, cock still hard, shining with the mess we’d made.

He stared down at me, his hand trailing down my stomach, across the fishnets still stretched around my legs, and he gave a dark, crooked smile.

“You think we’re done?” he whispered.

I barely shook my head, lips parted, chest heaving. “I… can’t even move…”

“Good.” His voice dropped. “You don’t need to.”

Before I could ask what he meant, his arms were under me — one hooked under my thighs, the other gripping my back — and with a sudden surge of strength, he lifted me off the couch. My legs dangled briefly, then he adjusted his hold, locking my thighs around his waist and grabbing underneath my ass to support my weight. My back arched slightly, arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders for balance.

Then, he stood up fully, holding me in the air, pressed against his chest — my body completely off the ground, suspended.

“R-Riaz…?” I gasped, wide-eyed.

He said nothing — just walked me backward until my back hit the nearest wall with a thud.

And then he thrust upward.

“Oh fuck—!”

He drove his cock deep into me from below, using the wall for leverage as he fucked me mid-air, holding my entire body up with sheer strength and force. My legs quivered around his waist, ankles crossed behind his back, helplessly clinging to him as he pistoned into me like a machine.

My hands clawed at his shoulders, eyes rolling back as each slam lifted me slightly against the wall before gravity pulled me back down his cock again — again, and again, and again.

“You love this,” he grunted, fucking harder. “Being held. Pinned. Filled.”

“Yes—yes, Riaz—don’t stop—fuck me like this—” I cried out, my voice barely holding together.

My head tipped back as the next orgasm built like fire in my stomach. I was weightless, powerless, suspended and used — every thrust bouncing me in his arms, every inch of his cock pressing deeper as he jackhammered upward into me.

“Look at you,” he growled. “My fucking ragdoll.”

I shattered again — hard — back arching, nails digging into his shoulders, cunt clenching desperately around him.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He gritted his teeth, fucking through my climax with frantic thrusts, growling as he neared his own edge. One final, brutal slam buried him deep inside me.

He came hard — his cock pulsing deep in my cunt, hot cum pouring into me, filling me once again as I hung in his arms, body shuddering from the overstimulation.

We collapsed together, finally — his knees buckling as he carried me back to the couch, laying me down gently. My legs slid open, still trembling, dripping with everything he’d left inside me.

He knelt beside me, breath ragged.

“Now,” he smirked. “Now we’re done.”

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