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chrissssssmut · 11 days ago

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i can not die until choerry gets a part 2 💔 will sister lip find out? will he get more daring, switching their roles in a locking mating press, filling her until she’s knocked up and bred ?

Impregnation as the major tag would be a blessing💝 womb use

the first one was so gooodddd i still thank you for it 💖💖

OFF LIMITS (PART 2)

Choerry feat. Jinsoul x Male Reader

AN: Here's the part 2! Enjoy!

LINK TO THE FIRST PART:

HERE

You didn’t expect to see her again—at least not so soon. Weeks had passed since Choerry last came over to visit your sister, but the way she smiled at you when you opened the door today made it feel like no time had passed at all.

"Heyyy~" she beamed, stepping inside with a little bounce in her step. Her voice still had that sugary edge, all innocence and playfulness, but there was something in her eyes that lingered too long when they met yours.

"She’s upstairs," you said, stepping aside.

"Cool. Mind if I chill a bit first?" she asked, toeing off her sneakers with a stretch that made her crop top ride up just enough to tease. You swallowed hard and nodded.

But before anything could start, your sister's voice echoed down the stairs.

"Emergency at work. I have to go! Choerry, you can hang out if you want!"

And just like that, you were alone with her again.

At first, she acted like nothing had changed. You both sat in the living room, the TV humming in the background, her bare thigh brushing against yours again and again—but this time it wasn’t just accidental. It was deliberate. Familiar.

Her eyes slid over to you lazily, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"You’ve been avoiding me," she said softly, tilting her head.

You tensed. "I haven’t."

"Liar." She leaned in closer, voice lowering to a purr. "You haven’t even texted me since I left soaked in your sheets."

You swallowed. "It was just... complicated."

"Was it?" She laughed under her breath, fingers already crawling across your thigh. "Didn’t feel complicated when you were moaning my name with your cock inside me."

You flinched, blood rushing south fast. She saw it—of course she did.

"Mm, there it is," she whispered, palm cupping you through your pants. "You missed me."

"Choerry—"

"I’ve been thinking about it nonstop," she breathed, inching closer until her lips nearly brushed your ear. "The way you begged. The way you came. Do you know how hard it was not to call you every night and tell you to come over?"

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

She smiled wider. "Good thing your sister’s gone. I don’t want to talk this time. I want you underneath me again."

She kissed your jaw—slow, sweet, and full of promise.

"And this time, I’m not leaving alone."

Before you could speak, she slipped her phone out and sent a quick message.

"Who are you texting?" you asked, voice already cracking under her touch.

"My friend. She’s gonna join us. You’ll love her." A pause, then a wicked smile. "You ever been double-teamed before?"

You blinked, dazed. "What?"

She stood up, grabbed your wrists, and straddled your lap like it was rehearsed. "Don’t worry, baby. We’ll make it so good you forget how to stand."

It wasn’t long before Jinsoul arrived—tall, blonde, sharp-eyed and smirking the second she saw you, already shirtless and breathless under Choerry.

"Ooh," she said, closing the door behind her, "I see someone’s already been warmed up."

"Perfect timing," Choerry purred, shifting off your lap and tugging your pants down with a little giggle. "He’s so sensitive. Touch-starved, I think."

Jinsoul cocked her head, watching you squirm as she walked closer. "You didn’t even resist?"

"Didn’t really get the chance," you mumbled, embarrassed and fully hard.

"Good boy," Jinsoul cooed, kneeling between your legs and dragging her tongue slowly up your shaft. "You're gonna be so much fun to break."

Choerry wrapped your wrists in a soft scarf and tied them above your head, giggling sweetly as you tried to move.

"Uh-uh," she whispered. "You're staying right here. You don’t get to decide anything tonight."

Jinsoul was ruthless.

She took you into her mouth with practiced ease, sucking you deep with her lips sealed tight around your cock. Her hands roamed your thighs and stomach, nails dragging gently to make you squirm. Meanwhile, Choerry sat on your chest, straddling your face, leaning down to kiss you with syrupy sweetness.

"Think he’s gonna last long?" Choerry asked, giggling between kisses.

"Not a chance," Jinsoul said, pulling off with a pop. "He's already leaking. You’re that desperate, huh?"

You gasped. "Y-You’re both insane…"

"Insane for your cock, maybe," Choerry giggled, grinding against your chest. "You like being used, don’t you?"

They took turns stroking you, teasing the head with their tongues, whispering filth in your ears.

"You gonna cum already?" Jinsoul taunted. "Pathetic. We’ve barely started."

"You wanna cum in our mouths?" Choerry added, pouting. "Too bad. You don’t get to choose where it goes."

They kissed each other, deep and filthy, then turned their full attention back to you. Jinsoul mounted your lap, slowly lowering herself onto your cock, and Choerry leaned down to whisper:

"She’s gonna ride you until you’re twitching. Then it’s my turn."

Jinsoul was relentless.

She rolled her hips slow at first, then faster, slapping against your thighs as she leaned back and stared into your eyes.

"That feel good?" she purred. "You like when I fuck you like a toy?"

You couldn’t respond. You were sweating, bound, and lost in the sensation of her wet heat milking every inch of you.

Choerry giggled, licking the sweat from your neck.

"Poor baby. You look so full already."

"I’m gonna—"

"Nope," Jinsoul cut you off, stopping mid-thrust. "You’re gonna hold it. Or I’ll make you regret it."

"That's right," Choerry cooed. "Be good, and you might cum inside me instead."

By the time Jinsoul slid off you, your legs were shaking. Your cock twitched, throbbing with need, but Choerry wasn’t merciful either.

She mounted you slowly, biting her lip as she sank down.

"Fuck…" she whimpered. "You feel even better than I imagined."

She started slow, but with every roll of her hips, she tightened her grip on your shoulders, moaning louder.

"You're not pulling out," she whispered suddenly. "You're gonna finish inside. Got it?"

You panicked. "Wait—Choerry, I-I can't—"

She locked her ankles around your waist and slammed down harder. "Too bad. You belong to me now."

"Breed him, baby," Jinsoul laughed from the side, rubbing her clit as she watched. "Make him yours."

Choerry leaned down, panting into your ear. "Give me everything. Right now. Fill me up—fuck—just let go—"

And you did.

You came harder than you ever had, hips jerking, cock pulsing as you emptied inside her. She gasped, tightening around you, her own climax washing over her as she clung to you.

Minutes passed in silence, just the sound of your panting, their satisfied moans, and the sticky mess between your thighs.

Choerry finally untied your wrists, kissing them gently. "Good boy. I’m not on the pill by the way."

"You did well," Jinsoul added, giving your cheek a playful slap. "But don’t think we’re done."

You blinked, dazed. "W-What?"

Choerry smiled, dark and glowing. "We're gonna drain you again. And again."

"You’re ours tonight," Jinsoul whispered, climbing back on the bed. "Don’t worry. We’ll take care of everything."

And they did.

Your wrists were raw from how hard they’d gripped you earlier, but now your body was going numb for a different reason.

"Still hard," Jinsoul whispered, her fingers wrapped around the slick base of your cock. She tapped the head against your thigh, making you twitch. "You really love fucking us, huh?"

"I’m not—fuck—"

"Not what?" Choerry interrupted from above, her hips grinding down on your face again. "Not a pervert? Not addicted to this pussy? Then why are you moaning every time I sit on your mouth, baby? Acting like I didn’t fuck you nonstop weeks ago.."

You could barely breathe. Your tongue was buried in her, her thighs pressed tight around your head, and your cock was sandwiched between Jinsoul’s breasts as she smirked down at you.

"He's gonna break soon," she said, squeezing her chest around you and licking the tip with a slow swirl of her tongue. "One more round."

"I want him inside again," Choerry whimpered, lifting herself off your face and turning around to straddle your hips. Her folds glistened in the low light, already dripping from the earlier creampie. She lined you up with a teasing grind.

"You didn’t pull out last time," she whispered, voice sticky sweet. "So don’t even think about pulling out now."

She sank down on you again, moaning as you filled her up, her hands pressed to your chest as she began to roll her hips slow and deep.

"Oh my god..." you gasped, eyes rolling back.

"You like fucking the same girl raw twice in one night?" Jinsoul purred from beside you, licking along your jawline. "You fucking animal."

"He’s close again," Choerry grinned, bouncing harder, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. "He always gets twitchy when he’s close."

"Cum in me," she whispered, riding faster. "Give me all of it. Breed me again. Show me how much you missed this. Make me the mother of your children!"

Your hands gripped her hips desperately as you surged up into her, helpless, overstimulated, and so damn close.

"Fuck—Choerry—I’m gonna—"

"Inside," she growled, slamming down and locking her thighs around you. "Do it."

You exploded, warmth flooding her again, your entire body tensing as she gasped and came with you—her pussy clenching around your cock in fluttering spasms.

But Jinsoul wasn’t finished.

"Up," she ordered Choerry. "My turn to milk this cock dry."

You were seeing stars, but Jinsoul didn’t care.

She mounted you like she owned you, her pace rough, her rhythm unrelenting. She dragged your head back by your hair, licking your throat as she rode you mercilessly.

"You’re not gonna last," she said, smiling down at you. "Not when I squeeze you like this."

You couldn’t breathe—you could only gasp, your body overstimulated and twitching under her. Choerry curled against your side, kissing your shoulder, cooing sweet nothings in your ear.

"You’re so fucked out, baby," she giggled. "You love it. You love us ruining you."

"I c-can’t—"

"You can," Jinsoul snapped, slamming down harder. "And you will."

Choerry whispered filth into your ear.

"You’re gonna give her everything, aren’t you? Make her stomach bulge just like you did mine?"

Jinsoul grabbed your face with both hands. "Look at me while you cum."

And you did—spasming, choking out her name, seed spilling into her heat as she moaned through her orgasm.

But then—

The front door opened.

Footsteps.

Keys dropped. A bag hit the floor.

"Hey, I forgot my—"

The voice cut off.

Jinsoul froze mid-thrust.

Choerry’s eyes widened, still panting.

You turned your head and—

Your sister stood in the doorway.

Her eyes were wide. Her mouth hung open in disbelief.

You were naked, sweat-slicked, half-limp but still inside Jinsoul, Choerry covered in cum beside you, the scent of sex choking the air.

"...What the fuck?" she whispered.

Jinsoul blinked. Then slowly, very deliberately, rolled her hips once more and whispered to you, smirking:

"Looks like your little secret’s out."

Choerry giggled softly, brushing hair from her face. "Hi~"

Your sister backed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

You just lay there, utterly spent, mortified—and still deep inside Jinsoul, who wasn’t moving off just yet.

"Well," she murmured, licking her lips, "if we’re already caught... might as well go another round."

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prael · 6 months ago

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Day 7: Rockstar

Loona/ARTMS Jinsoul x male reader smut

words: 3,223 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist

Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll. That's probably the order she would put them in.

It might seem cliché, but there's nothing new under the sun. Life on tour is an endless cycle of late-night gigs and after-parties searching for something to drink, take or fuck. It's an addiction, the lifestyle, and Jinsoul isn't an exception to the rule.

Every performance goes exactly the same: play to a sold-out crowd, have a little something backstage, give some autographs, follow the drink wherever it leads and then end the night fucking her lead guitarist. Rinse and repeat. It's easy enough to follow the routine once you've got the hang of things.

She convinced you to pick it up for the first time back in high school. She told you that you had real talent and should really give the whole music thing a shot. She said you had natural charm when you held a guitar and could make everyone in the room pay attention, so you played along because you wanted to see if her words were true or not.

As it turned out, she was right. You might have never played anything in your life before joining Jinsoul in the practice room, but you're a quick learner, talented too. You followed her instructions, listened to all the little details of what being a rockstar means and eventually made it big. Together.

It isn't like you owe her everything for helping you through this life but you appreciate everything she has done for you, nonetheless. If Jinsoul had said jump, you'd be asking her how high but unfortunately for you, you can't exactly tell her this without looking like that one crazy stalker fan (that's an entirely different story).

When you're with the others though, performing together on stage with thousands of people screaming out their love and adoration as your fingers dance up and down your fretboard, well, there are no words to describe the feeling. You're addicted. It's thrilling, nerve-racking, terrifying and amazing all at the same time.

And the truth is, you feel it just like she does. You step off the stage and reach for whatever bottle you can find because the adrenaline coursing through your veins is electrifying, but the buzz always leaves too quickly. So, in order to prolong the high, you take it back to the hotel. Groupies, liquor and the hard stuff; everything is fair game.

Jinsoul has her hand wrapped firmly around your waist as she brings her body close to grinding against your thigh while singing into the mic. Her breathy voice sending shivers down your spine. Your fingers continue to glide effortlessly across strings while staring out into the sea of faceless bodies cheering as they sway from side to side beneath strobe lighting.

The lead vocalist grips tightly onto your shirt as her tongue darts over your earlobe, causing your skin to prickle with sensation before leaning away again. She grins wickedly, knowing what kind of effect she can have on you before returning to strutting across the stage. She dances in time with each chord progression you create. Watching as Jinsoul plays with her fans who push forward eagerly at any opportunity, hoping their fingertips can graze hers for even half a second, she laughs. The flashing lights are flickering in a seemingly random pattern, illuminating her features and casting shadows upon them all at once.

It's the encore. Fans chanting and begging for more. All their attention fixed solely upon Jinsoul; her movements so captivatingly beautiful yet dangerously provocative. Everything about her radiates confidence—power—lust. You watch carefully when she bends down to place a chaste kiss on a fan's hand; you watch when she takes the lollipop from one guy's mouth and puts it between her teeth. Smiling smugly to herself after spitting it out back at him. And you can't help yourself either... It's impossible not to get drawn into her orbit whenever she gets like this.

As much as everyone loves a good show, it ends too soon. Everything finishes with your eyes meeting hers through sweaty bangs; hands clapping in unison along with the rest of the band as they thank the audience for coming out tonight.

A smile still remains plastered firmly on Jinsoul's lips despite how exhausted she appears after performing for hours straight. Sweat beads glisten across her brow and drip down her temple as she pants heavily from exertion but still maintains that air of invincibility and untouchability, like always.

The lights dim and you're making your way off stage with Jinsoul hot on your tail behind you. You turn around intending to compliment her performance, only managing halfway before suddenly she presses her palm flat against the wall beside your head, pinning you against it. Her eyes glint mischievously at seeing how flustered you've become, having her so close to your face again.

"I know I did amazing." She says simply, before licking her upper lip seductively.

Before you know it her hand is already wrapped around the nape of your neck pulling you toward her and into a rough kiss filled with needful desperation. Tongue sliding past yours in earnest exploration before sliding away again to drag along the roof of your mouth instead. A gasp leaves your lungs being stolen away by Jinsoul, who eagerly swallows it down as if it were nourishment enough to sustain herself completely on its own.

"I need a drink," she murmurs huskily before pulling on your wrist leading towards the dressing rooms where several bottles await you in ice.

Another night, another fucking blur. It started in the dressing room with your band members; congratulating themselves for playing such an incredible gig together whilst downing shots and racking lines until they forget why exactly it is that they should even celebrate anymore.

You know little of what happened between then and now. Just snapshots. An image in your mind of Jinsoul dancing on a table surrounded by strangers all cheering her name. A memory of a bathroom stall where you found yourself with your pants pulled halfway down to your knees, some girl whose face remains indistinguishable giving you sloppy head. Then there are parts where you recall talking animatedly with some fan asking what's your favourite track from their album, others asking you to sign their breasts because they didn't bring anything else to write on. More of just flashes, really—snapshots of moments lost forever amongst booze, drugs and cigarette smoke.

It must have been a miracle that got the two of you back here alone without any incident or accident happening beforehand, considering neither of you could walk properly without stumbling over something unseen every couple of steps taken forward. Regardless, however, eventually, you do reach the hotel room door, which swings open violently crashing loudly into the wall behind it. Kicked by Jinsoul, who couldn't care less about causing damage or waking people up around you because she wants nothing more right now than to get laid.

Jinsoul's lips crush against yours almost immediately, stealing your breath away just as soon as it escapes from your lungs. Teeth clash clumsily while tongues slide hungrily within each other's mouths, fighting fiercely until finally breaking apart once air becomes scarce between you both.

Your mouth travels downward along her jawline, sucking bruises into soft flesh wherever possible—finding purchase there to continue making marks upon unmarred skin otherwise unknown and wanting—a place forbidden by nature yet entirely inviting, nonetheless. Fingertips dance gracefully across her curves until her legs give out, sending the two of you falling onto the bed without caution or warning whatsoever.

She's pulling off her ripped jeans. You're helping remove everything else until she sits before you fully exposed wearing nothing but those sinful fishnet stockings covering perfectly toned calves leading upward towards her thighs. They contrast beautifully against her flawless pale complexion; smooth as marble but warm beneath your touch, unlike the cold stone ever could hope to achieve.

Time and time again, no matter how often you've done this exact thing, seeing her bare like this never fails to amaze you. This angelic creature baring herself shamelessly beneath bright lights—openly inviting your gaze as though daring it not to look elsewhere but at her. And god knows how difficult resisting temptation truly is...

"Fucking come on." Her speech is slurred.

Her impatience shows clearly through alcohol-glazed eyes staring expectantly up at yours, silently pleading desperately for action. She doesn't need to ask twice, though; you gladly oblige, willingly pressing palms firmly upon inner thighs. Pushing gently outward, spreading wide welcoming hips before pressing two fingers roughly inside her slick, wet cunt.

Jinsoul's body arches upwards off the bedding instantly from pleasure, throwing her head backwards against pillows as loud moans escape parted lips. You're sloppy. Messy. Drunkenly probing into her pussy, desperately trying to hit that spot deep within her core, which always manages to drive her absolutely insane.

"No," she groans in frustration. "Fuck me." Every word she speaks takes an effort to enunciate clearly, each syllable struggling against the haze clouding her mind from reason. "Fingers aren't enough..."

You understand immediately what she means when she looks at you with those half-lidded eyes filled with need; lustful desire burning intensely within pupils dilated to full width now. She wants you to fuck her. Hard. With your cock buried deep inside her until she forgets everything else, but how amazing it feels being filled completely by you.

And so, you oblige once more... removing fingers covered entirely, coated thickly in Jinsoul's juices before quickly fumbling at your trousers. Undoing zippers hastily and pulling them down past your knees where they fall onto carpet flooring forgotten alongside all other articles removed already.

She's watching you undress, her eyes roaming your body with their haze. Lips curling upwards into a smirk before licking over teeth, hungrily anticipating what comes next. She knows exactly what she wants from you. Knows just how badly she needs it right now, too.

She sees you're ready, and without a word, she climbs onto all fours. Leaning forward on hands and knees before lowering her face onto the sheets below, presenting herself fully exposed before you, waiting eagerly for what comes next. And as soon as your tip brushes against her entrance, wetting itself upon her lips, it's all so familiar to you. You've been here a hundred times before.

You slap down hard onto her ass, making the skin turn pink. Jinsoul yelps out, surprised, but enjoys the sensation nonetheless. You repeat this several more times until her butt cheeks burn deep crimson under contact with each strike delivered forcefully across them. She groans loudly with each blow struck upon sensitive flesh, causing pain mixed deliciously together alongside pleasure.

When done playing games, finally, you grab her hips firmly—tightly enough that fingerprints will remain bruised tomorrow morning—before plunging forward into Jinsoul's cunt, burying yourself balls-deep within her core instantly. She always says sex after a show is special. Whether it's the adrenaline, the drink, the drugs or whatever the hell else that fuels you, you give it to her good every single time.

Your thrusts become rough and quick almost immediately. Skin slapping loudly together with each movement made forcefully enough to cause ripples across flesh bouncing back from the impact. It's messy. Dirty. Filthy. But Jinsoul loves every minute of being fucked hard like this—every moment spent pounding into her pussy again and again relentlessly.

She feels so good around you. Hot. Tight. Wet. Your cock slides smoothly between slick folds, easily finding purchase within soft walls stretching accommodatingly around its size. She moans loudly, screaming obscenities with each thrust given, encouraging you further until eventually, she climaxes, screaming out your name in ecstasy.

Jinsoul collapses forward onto the bedding below, completely spent from orgasm. But you're still as hard as ever. You follow her down, boning her into the bed with your pelvis slapping hard against her ass cheeks, smashing them repeatedly against skin reddened by prior contact already.

She gasps in shock at feeling you still going, unable to do much else except accept how wonderfully incredible it feels being fucked senselessly. You pound away at her pussy, relentlessly continuing your assault. Thrusts becoming faster now, quicker in pace. You can't be sure, but you think she's cumming again. The way her body shudders uncontrollably beneath you, convulsing violently while her voice cracks mid-moan. She cries out in ecstasy, calling for god knows who or what, but fuck if it doesn't make you want to finish too.

You're entranced in ecstasy, lost within a haze of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending within your body. And before long, you're cumming hard into her cunt. You're collapsing down against her. Chest to back. Her willing body pressed into the bed beneath you. But still, somehow, she manages to reach backwards, grabbing tightly onto your arm with one hand, pulling you closer towards her until your lips meet hers once more.

Your tongues dance together in perfect sync, tasting one another intensely as they battle for dominance between mouths. Kisses become sloppy. Desperate. You both need more from each other than you currently have within yourselves to give.

And finally, when you break away, breathing heavily, she murmurs, "Nothing beats this, right? Nothing... feels better than fucking you."

You know she's right. Nothing does come close to how amazing it feels to be inside her.

The next morning you wake up with your head throbbing painfully, feeling hungover as hell. Not a lot of the night before remains in your head except for vague images of Jinsoul dancing on tables surrounded by admirers cheering her name, or maybe you were the one doing all that. You don't remember.

You roll your head to the side. To the empty space beside you.

"Jinsoul?"

There's a numb tremor that runs up your body—a feeling caught somewhere between confusion and pleasure.

You find yourself reaching out to touch her, wanting desperately to feel the warmth radiating from her skin but instead finding nothing except cold air and soft sheets. She's gone. It's not like this is the first time this has happened though...

"I'm right here, idiot," she says softly.

She wraps her mouth around your cock again, slowly bobbing her head up and down along its length. There's the feeling again. It's her; dragged out of your sleepy haze one suck at a time until finally you're able to fully appreciate everything about it.

Her tongue laps over the tip. Her hand strokes gently at the base while the other plays with your balls. It's fucking amazing. It always is whenever she does this. You watch as she takes you completely into her mouth, wrapping her lips around you before slowly pulling back off. Her cheeks hollow slightly as she sucks hard on the head, causing you to groan loudly and buck your hips upward involuntarily.

She looks up at you through thick lashes. Her eyes were stained with last night's makeup; mascara smudged across her face creating dark circles around her irises, but still somehow managing to retain their natural beauty despite that fact. You smile at her and she smiles back, before taking you deep once more.

Your hands grip tightly onto the bed sheets beside you as she begins pumping faster now, bobbing her head up and down your length with renewed vigour. What a way to wake up in the morning, huh?

"Fuck," you hiss between clenched teeth. "Keep going."

Your hips thrust up again, causing Jinsoul to gag slightly at the sudden movement suddenly coming from beneath her. She looks up at you, meeting your eyes again before winking playfully.

She pushes her throat onto you until her lips meet the base of your cock. You moan loudly, unable to contain yourself any longer and reach out, grabbing roughly onto her hair, forcing her head forward even further.

She gags once more but doesn't stop moving her mouth up and down along your shaft. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer. You don't know how much longer you can last like this, so you tug firmly at Jinsoul's locks again; signalling to her that you're about to cum.

She releases you from her mouth with a loud pop, then wastes no time in crawling over you. Straddling her hips above yours, she guides you to her entrance before lowering herself onto you. Her cunt is already a mess, wet with excitement, and stained with last night's debauchery. It doesn't bother her, riding you like this in the morning. She loves it.

The sight of her naked body bouncing on top of yours is enough to make anyone lose their mind and fuck if you don't want to see this every damn day of your life. The way her tits bounce in tandem with each movement made, how her mouth hangs open slightly in ecstasy as she throws her head back, letting out a moan now and then. Fuck, she's so goddamn sexy.

She knows what she's doing, too. Knows how to draw this out as long as possible, prolonging your pleasure for as long as she can without breaking eye contact with you. She rides you hard; hips thrusting forward aggressively, then slowing to a laboured grind that leaves you reeling for more.

"Good morning," she coos seductively.

You're mesmerised by her—completely hypnotised by everything about her. And before long, you're reaching out, grabbing onto her waist, guiding her movements as best as you can manage.

She leans over and kisses you hungrily while continuing to fuck herself on top of your cock. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, swirling around inside, tasting every inch available. The kiss is hot, wet and messy, but perfect, nonetheless.

Jinsoul breaks away from you and places her hands on either side of your head, steadying herself as she rides you harder and faster now, bringing both of you closer and closer towards orgasm. Your fingers dig into her skin, gripping tightly onto flesh for purchase as you feel yourself nearing climax.

It's too much. It's all too fucking good. You can't take anymore. You're not going to last another second longer. You need release. Desperately.

At the very last, you buck her off, throw her down to the bed and climb to your knees, hovering over her as you begin jacking yourself off furiously. The sight of her lying there, legs spread wide open, waiting patiently for you to cum on her only intensifies the sensation building within your core.

"Fuck!"

With one final cry, you erupt onto Jinsoul's stomach, painting white streaks across taut skin stretched taut across toned abs. Up to her tits too, ropes of cum covering pink nipples standing erect beneath it. You collapse next to her, completely spent from exertion. She laughs softly, running fingertips through damp hair and sticking messily to her forehead before wiping away sweat beads dripping down her chin.

"You always finish quick when we do this in the morning," she whispers teasingly.

You laugh too. "You just look too good."

She rolls over, planting a quick kiss on your lips. "Good enough to give me another in the shower?"

You grin.

She matches it with a knowing stare.

This is the life.

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