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TEASING FATHER IN LAW - IU SMUT part 1

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Mr. Lee couldn't quite believe the woman standing in his living room. Even though his son, Jong Suk, was a famous actor, the woman before him was on another level of stardom. IU. Just the name sent ripples through South Korea. A singer, an actress, a national sweetheart. And here she was, in his house, looking at him with such respect, calling him “Father.” It still felt surreal. He was now the father-in-law of the IU.

He tried to maintain a composed expression, nodding slightly as she finished her polite greeting. But his eyes couldn't help but take in her appearance. She was even more stunning in person. Her face, delicate yet striking, held a natural beauty that seemed to radiate from within. And then there was her body. Even in a simple, flowing dress, he could tell she was incredibly fit and toned. Her arms were slender but defined, and the way the fabric draped over her chest hinted at a lovely figure. He could only imagine what she looked like in some of her more glamorous outfits, the ones that graced magazine covers and captivated millions. A sudden, inappropriate thought flashed through his mind – a memory of a photoshoot he had accidentally stumbled upon online, IU in a tight, revealing dress that showcased her curves perfectly. He immediately felt a flush creep up his neck and quickly looked away, trying to regain his composure. He was her father-in-law now. Such thoughts were off-limits. Yet, the image lingered, a testament to her undeniable sex appeal. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the unexpected stirrings within him. This was going to take some getting used to.

As IU bent down to place a teacup on the low table in front of him, Mr. Lee’s breath hitched. The neckline of her loose dress dipped just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse down her front. And there they were – her breasts, undeniably perky and round, with the distinct outline of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. He couldn't help but recall the many times he had scrolled through photos of her online, his hand finding its way into his pants as he admired her effortless beauty. He had noticed then, just as clearly as he was seeing now, her apparent aversion to bras. Even in the most glamorous of outfits, there was often a natural, unrestrained look to her chest, sometimes with just the hint of pasties underneath.

Now, up close and personal, the view was even more revealing. The way she leaned forward offered him an almost unobstructed look. He could see the gentle curve of her breasts, the way they moved slightly with her breath, and the definite shape of her areolas beneath the fabric. It was a full, uninhibited display of her assets, and she seemed completely unaware of the effect it was having on him, her future father-in-law. She continued to smile sweetly as she adjusted the cup, her focus entirely on the task at hand, utterly oblivious to the internal turmoil and inappropriate thoughts she was stirring within him. He could only gulp, his gaze fixated on the tempting view, his mind racing with forbidden images.

Mr. Lee clenched his fists subtly, trying to divert his thoughts from the growing pressure in his groin. He had only ever experienced this level of arousal when he was alone, scrolling through IU's pictures and videos online. Now, having the real, breathing, incredibly sexy woman right in front of him was proving to be a significant challenge to his self-control.

His eyes followed her every movement, tracing the gentle sway of her hips as she walked around the room. When she bent down to pick up a fallen magazine, her short skirt rode up her thighs, offering him a tantalizing view of her smooth, milky skin. He even caught a glimpse of the curve of her backside, the fabric of her skirt pulling tight against her round ass. His cock, already straining against the confines of his boxers from the earlier view of her breasts, now throbbed with an insistent demand. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping his growing erection wasn't too obvious. The situation was becoming increasingly difficult to manage, his body betraying his attempts to remain a respectful future father-in-law. The images flashing through his mind were anything but fatherly, filled with forbidden desires for the woman who was about to become his son's wife

Finally, Mr. Lee got a moment to collect himself when IU mentioned she needed to freshen up and excused herself to use the upstairs bathroom. He slowly rose from his seat, glancing at his wife and son who were now engaged in a quiet conversation. Pretending he needed to stretch his legs, he made his way towards the stairs, his initial intention to simply use the downstairs restroom quickly changing as an idea sparked in his mind.

He ascended the stairs quietly, his heart beginning to pound in his chest with a mixture of nervousness and illicit excitement. As he reached the top landing, he noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar, a narrow gap revealing a sliver of the room within. A sense of daring, a temptation he couldn't quite resist, washed over him. He hesitated for only a moment before creeping closer to the door.

Pressing his eye to the narrow gap, he peered inside. His breath hitched in his throat. IU was indeed in the bathroom, but she hadn't yet fully disrobed. She was standing in front of the mirror, her back partially turned to the door, her attention seemingly focused on her reflection. Mr. Lee's pulse quickened as he watched her slender fingers reach up and delicately slide one strap of her dress off her shoulder. The fabric, a soft, flowing material, began to slip downwards, revealing the smooth expanse of her pale skin.

He held his breath, his eyes glued to the unfolding scene. IU then repeated the motion with the other strap, and the dress began its slow descent, inch by tantalizing inch. It slid past her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her neck and the smooth lines of her back. The top part of the dress loosened, hinting at the treasures hidden beneath.

Mr. Lee’s excitement grew with each passing second. He could see the slight tension in IU’s shoulders as she continued to disrobe, her movements graceful and unhurried. The dress pooled slightly at her waist, clinging to her figure before continuing its downward journey past her hips and thighs. He could now see the gentle curve of her backside, the fabric momentarily catching before finally sliding down her fair legs to gather in a soft circle at her ankles.

There she stood, illuminated by the soft bathroom light, now completely naked from the waist up. Mr. Lee’s eyes feasted on the sight of her bare torso. Her breasts were even more captivating than he had imagined. They were perfectly perky and round, their nipples a rosy hue, standing out prominently. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took. The lack of a bra was even more evident now, and he marveled at their natural, unrestrained beauty. He remembered his online research, the countless photos where she seemed to favor pasties or nothing at all, and now he was witnessing it firsthand. It was an intimate and incredibly arousing sight, a view that he knew was meant for no one but her, yet here he was, a secret observer to this private moment. He felt a surge of guilt mixed with an undeniable thrill. His heart pounded against his ribs, and the pressure in his groin intensified, his earlier stirring now turning into a full-fledged erection pressing against his trousers. He couldn't tear his gaze away, completely captivated by the unexpected and forbidden view of his son's future wife.

What Mr. Lee didn't realize, lost in his voyeuristic thrill, was that from the very moment IU had stepped into his house, she had been keenly aware of his gaze. Having been in the public eye since she was a child, IU possessed an almost sixth sense for how people looked at her, particularly men. Her stunning beauty and figure, constantly scrutinized and admired by millions, had also made her acutely aware of the unspoken desires she often ignited.

She had seen the way his eyes lingered on her just a fraction too long, the subtle widening of his pupils, the almost imperceptible gulp he had taken when she had first greeted him. It was a look she had seen countless times before – a mixture of admiration and undisguised lust. Papa Jongsuk, as she politely called him, was no different.

Her innocent-seeming bend to place the teacup on the table had been anything but. She had felt his gaze intensify as her dress dipped, offering him a glimpse of her braless breasts. It wasn't the first time she had gone without a bra, and she knew the effect it had. It was a small, subtle tease, a silent acknowledgment of the undercurrent of attraction she had sensed.

Later, when she had bent to pick up the magazine, she had been acutely aware of the short hem of her skirt riding up her thighs, offering a fleeting view of her bare backside. She had felt his eyes on her then too, a familiar heat that told her exactly where his thoughts were wandering. It was a game she had unintentionally found herself playing, a subtle dance of attraction and awareness.

Now, as she stood in the bathroom, ostensibly freshening up, her every move was calculated. She had left the door just slightly ajar, a deliberate invitation for the curious eyes she knew were on her. She had felt the familiar weight of his gaze on her back as she stood in front of the mirror. The slow, deliberate removal of her dress straps was a performance, a private show for her future father-in-law. She knew exactly what he was hoping to see, and she was granting him just enough to keep his attention piqued.

As the dress slid down her body, revealing her naked from the waist up, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. And there it was – a fleeting glimpse of Mr. Lee’s eye peeking through the crack in the door. A small, knowing smirk played on her lips. She continued her movements, pretending to be completely unaware of his presence.

Then, as she reached down to gather the fallen dress, she saw it – his reflection in the mirror, moving slightly. His hand, she noticed with a silent amusement, was moving against the front of his trousers. He was rubbing his cock, completely enthralled by the sight of her partially naked body.

A more pronounced smirk now formed on IU’s face. She knew exactly what she was doing, the power she held in this moment. The old man, her boyfriend’s father, was secretly watching her, pleasuring himself at the sight of her undressing. It was a bizarre and slightly unsettling situation, but a part of her, the performer who had always been aware of her effect on audiences, found a strange sense of control in it. She continued to move slowly, giving him ample time to enjoy his secret show

Startled by a sudden, small noise, almost as if a floorboard had creaked just outside the door, IU tilted her head, her ears perked. She feigned a look of curiosity, a slight frown creasing her brow as she turned towards the bathroom door. With a quick, deliberate movement, she swung the door open wider.

And there he was. Mr. Lee, her boyfriend’s father, standing just outside the doorway, his trousers around his ankles, his erect penis clearly visible in his hand. His eyes widened in shock, his face turning a deep shade of red as he realized he had been caught. The surprise on his face was almost comical, a stark contrast to the lecherous gaze he had been sporting moments before in the mirror's reflection.

IU gasped, widening her eyes in mock surprise, her hand flying to her mouth in feigned shock. “Father!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with an exaggerated tone of alarm. “What are you doing?”

Without waiting for an answer, she reached out, her slender fingers wrapping around his wrist. Before he could even stammer out an excuse, she gently but firmly pulled him into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him.

Mr. Lee stood there, utterly dumbfounded, his pants still around his ankles, his hard cock now fully on display in the confines of the bathroom. He couldn't meet IU’s gaze, his face burning with embarrassment and a potent mix of fear and unexpected arousal.

IU, now standing just inches away from him, was completely bare except for a small pair of lace panties. Her perky breasts, still uncovered, almost brushed against his chest through his shirt. The close proximity, the intimacy of the small bathroom, and the undeniable fact that she was standing practically naked in front of him, sent another surge of blood rushing to Mr. Lee’s already engorged penis, making it throb even harder in his hand. He could feel her warm breath on his face, and the faint scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, further fueling his inappropriate desires. The situation had taken an unexpected and incredibly arousing turn, and Mr. Lee was finding it increasingly difficult to control his rapidly escalating excitement.

“Oh, Father,” IU said again, her voice now laced with a playful, teasing tone, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she looked at his flushed face and the hand still gripping his exposed cock. “What were you looking at so intently through the crack?” She took a step closer, her bare breasts almost grazing his chest. “Were you perhaps… admiring my dress?”

Mr. Lee could only stammer, his face growing even redder. “I… I… it’s not what you think…” he managed to choke out, his hand instinctively tightening around his erection.

IU chuckled softly, a low, sultry sound that vibrated through the small bathroom. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Father,” she purred, her gaze dropping down to his still-exposed member. “It seems… rather enthusiastic to just be admiring a dress.” She reached out a delicate finger and lightly traced the length of his shaft through the air, not quite touching him but making him tremble nonetheless. “Did my little show for you… excite you, Father?”

Her words, so direct and suggestive, sent a shiver down Mr. Lee’s spine. He could feel his body responding even more intensely, his erection throbbing with a life of its own. He could barely meet her eyes, his shame battling with a potent wave of arousal.

Then, IU’s gaze finally settled directly on his cock, her head tilting slightly to the side as she took in its full size and form. A look of genuine surprise crossed her beautiful face. “Oh, my,” she murmured, her voice soft with a hint of awe. “For your age, Father… you are quite… impressive.” Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the thickness of the shaft and the prominent, thick head. “I… I haven’t seen anything quite like that before…” she admitted, her gaze lingering on him with a newfound curiosity.

IU’s gaze then fell upon the glistening drop of pre-cum clinging to the tip of Mr. Lee’s impressive member. Her eyes followed the clear fluid as it slowly dripped down the side. With a sudden, playful glint in her eyes, she reached out a delicate finger and gently swiped the droplet. She brought her finger to her lips, her pink tongue slowly licking away the clear fluid. The taste seemed to intrigue her, her eyes never leaving Mr. Lee’s face as she savored the moment.

Mr. Lee let out a low, involuntary groan, the feeling of her gaze on his cock, combined with the knowledge that she had just tasted his pre-cum, sending a fresh wave of heat surging through him. He trembled slightly under her intense scrutiny.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, IU reached out with both her hands and gently took his hard cock in her grasp. Her small, fair hands barely managed to encircle the thick shaft, her fingertips not quite meeting on the other side. She looked down at it with a mixture of awe and curiosity, her fingers lightly exploring its length and girth. She marveled at how firm and solid it felt in her hands, a stark contrast to her own slender fingers.

“Father,” IU said, her voice carrying a note of playful complaint as she continued to explore the impressive head of his cock, her fingers slick with his pre-cum. “It’s really quite unfair, you know.” She glanced up at his flushed face, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. “You have… all of *this*…” She gave his penis a gentle squeeze, her small hands barely encompassing its thickness. “…and Jong Suk…” She paused, a small, teasing smile playing on her lips before she continued, “well, Jong Suk is… different. Not quite as… substantial.”

Mr. Lee could only let out another involuntary groan, his body reacting strongly to her touch and her unexpected comparison. He wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or concerned by her observation about his son.

IU chuckled softly, a low, sultry sound that echoed in the small bathroom. “Honestly, Father,” she whispered conspiratorially, leaning in closer, her bare breasts almost brushing against his arm, “one would think it would be the other way around. You being the older one and… well, not having quite *this* much to offer.” Her eyes widened in feigned innocence as she looked back down at his throbbing cock.

She continued to caress the head, her thumb gently tracing the rim. “You’re making such interesting sounds, Father,” she teased, watching his face carefully. “All that moaning… does my touch bother you?”

Then, she suddenly pressed a finger to his lips, her expression shifting to one of mock seriousness, though the playful glint in her eyes remained. “Shhh, though,” she cautioned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your wife, my… future mother-in-law, and Jong Suk might hear us if you get too loud. We wouldn’t want them to get the wrong idea about what we’re doing in here, now would we?”

“Father,” IU said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, a playful yet determined glint in her eyes. She gently released her grip on his cock and slowly knelt down in front of him. Mr. Lee watched, his heart pounding in his chest, a sense of bewildered anticipation washing over him. What was she planning now?

Then, in a move that took his breath away, IU reached out again, this time guiding the thick head of his penis with both her hands. Slowly, deliberately, she placed it against her face. The smooth, slick head rested against her soft cheek, the warmth of his arousal radiating against her skin.

Mr. Lee stared down at the unbelievable sight. IU, the K-pop queen, the sweetheart of South Korea, kneeling before him with his erect cock pressed against her beautiful face. He felt a surge of shock, disbelief, and an intense wave of arousal unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He could see the faint sheen of his pre-cum coating her cheek, a testament to his heightened state. And as he continued to watch, another droplet of pre-cum escaped, tracing a glistening path down her delicate features.

His own arousal intensified, his cock throbbing even harder at the sight of her kneeling there, his manhood against her face. It was a scene so surreal, so forbidden, that he felt like he might faint. The contrast between her public persona and this intimate act was staggering. He could only stand there, his pants still around his ankles, his cock resting against the cheek of one of the most famous women in the world, completely and utterly stunned.

IU then shifted her position slightly, her gaze lifting from his cock to meet his eyes, a playful yet determined glint in their depths. Slowly, deliberately, she opened her mouth, her lips forming a perfect 'o'. She reached out with both hands again, gently guiding the thick head of his penis towards her open mouth.

She leaned forward, taking as much of him in as she could. The sheer girth of his member became immediately apparent. Her mouth stretched wide, her jaw straining slightly as she tried to accommodate the impressive size. The thick head pressed against her throat, preventing her from taking him all the way in.

Instead of giving up, IU used her tongue to her advantage. She flicked it out, tracing the underside of the thick head, coating it with her saliva. She then moved her mouth slightly, trying different angles, her tongue working diligently to lubricate and cushion the strained parts of her jaw. She sucked gently, creating a tight seal around as much of him as she could manage, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Mr. Lee could only watch, his shock slowly morphing into an intense wave of arousal at the sight of the K-pop icon working her mouth on his cock.

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of IU’s mouth on him, Mr. Lee’s hands instinctively reached out, his fingers tangling in her soft hair as he gently guided her head, deepening the connection. He could feel the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping his cock, the rhythmic suction sending waves of pure ecstasy through his body. Her beautiful face, just inches away, was a picture of concentrated pleasure, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted around his engorged member.

Her tongue worked magic on him, tracing every contour, every vein, with a delicate yet insistent touch. It flicked around the sensitive ridge of his head, sending jolts of delight down to his toes. She paid special attention to the underside, where the frenulum throbbed with heightened sensitivity, her tongue swirling and teasing until Mr. Lee let out a low groan, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward.

The sensations built rapidly, becoming almost unbearable in their intensity. The combination of the tight warmth of her mouth, the slickness of her saliva, and the rhythmic pressure of her suction was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He tightened his grip on her hair, his body trembling with anticipation. He could feel the unmistakable tremors building within him, the prelude to his release.

And then it happened. A powerful surge of pleasure erupted from deep within him, and his body convulsed as load after load of thick, hot cum shot into IU’s mouth. The sheer volume surprised him, a seemingly endless stream of his life force flooding her senses. Some of it filled her mouth completely, while the excess spilled out, a creamy white river cascading down her chin, across her perky, uncovered breasts, and further down her toned, fit abs, glistening against her smooth skin.

IU choked slightly, a surprised sound escaping her lips as she tried to swallow the unexpected influx. She coughed, a small, sputtering sound, and more of his thick cum spilled out, mixing with her saliva, creating a messy, erotic tableau across her face and body. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she pulled her head back slightly, a trail of his thick ejaculate still clinging to her lips. The air in the small bathroom was thick with the raw, primal scent of their spent desire.

“Ugh, Father!” IU exclaimed, a playful pout forming on her lips as she wiped some of the cum from her chin with the back of her hand. “You didn’t warn me you were going to do that in my mouth!” But even as she complained, a slow, sensual smile spread across her face as her gaze dropped to Mr. Lee’s cock, which was still standing firm and erect.

“But…,” she continued, her voice now a husky whisper, her eyes locking onto his, “I must admit… it was rather… intense.” She stepped closer to him, her bare breasts almost touching his chest again. Leaning in, she placed a hand on his still-throbbing member, her fingers gently circling its base. “And look at you,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the length of his shaft. “Still so eager.”

Her smile widened, becoming more overtly seductive. “Tell you what, Father,” she purred, her voice dropping to a low, dirty whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “This whole week… I want this cock of yours. In my mouth, in my pussy, and maybe even…” she trailed off, her eyes flicking down to her backside before looking back at him with a knowing glint, “maybe even somewhere else. What do you say to that?”

Papa Lee’s throat felt thick and dry. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting from IU’s captivating face down to her still-bare breasts and back again. A wave of guilt washed over him at the thought of his son, the man engaged to this breathtaking woman. He should be horrified, should be telling IU to stop this immediately. But his body screamed a different message. His cock throbbed with a fierce intensity, and all he could think about was burying himself deep inside this stunning creature.

He tried to form words, to utter some semblance of protest, but nothing came out. He just stood there, a middle-aged man caught in the throes of an unexpected and forbidden desire for his son’s fiancée.

IU didn't seem to need a verbal response. Her gaze was still locked on his erect cock, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Her pink tongue darted out, slowly licking her lips as she continued to look at him. It was a blatant, sensual gesture that left no room for misinterpretation. It was clear, in that moment, that any thoughts of Jong Suk had completely vanished from her mind. Her focus was solely on him, on his hard cock, on the promise of the pleasure they could share. Papa Lee could only gulp again, his guilt warring with an overpowering urge to take her up on her offer, to fuck this beautiful woman until she forgot everything and everyone else, including his own son.

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Fashion Event Fuck- Han So Hee Smut

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Fashion Event Fuck- Han So Hee Smut

OC X HAN SO HEE

Han So Hee was wearing a dress that shimmered under the club's lights, a daring design that plunged low in the front, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. It was a dress that seemed to defy gravity, barely containing her ample breasts, making it appear as if a sudden movement might cause them to spill out. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating every curve, and she exuded an aura of effortless glamour and confidence that drew the gazes of many around her, fitting perfectly within the stylish backdrop of a fashion week gathering.

Martin, who was sitting opposite her, was completely mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that this incredibly attractive actress, whom he recognized from popular Korean dramas and had even… admired in more intimate moments on screen, was sitting just a few tables away, clearly intoxicated and radiating a captivatingly seductive energy. He glanced around the bar, noticing how other patrons, likely part of the same fashion week events, were discreetly (or not so discreetly) watching her, their gazes drawn to her exposed cleavage and the tantalizing glimpses of her figure.

Taking a deep breath and gathering his courage, Martin, whose nametag indicated he was a waiter, decided to seize the moment. He approached her table, a polite smile on his face. In slightly hesitant, broken Korean, he began, “So Hee-ssi… another drink?”

SO HEE

Martin could practically taste the opportunity hanging in the air, thick and sweet like the spilled cocktails on the bar counter. So Hee’s playful touch and suggestive language were anything but accidental. He watched as she languidly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the simple motion causing her dress to shift, momentarily emphasizing the generous curve of her exposed cleavage and the tantalizing hint of the dark valley between her breasts. Then, as if by instinct, she stretched in her seat, a seemingly casual movement that arched her back and pulled the fabric of her dress taut across her fit and undeniably sexy figure, making her boobs strain against the low neckline as if desperate to escape.

Martin could only swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. His gaze involuntarily flickered down to her cleavage, then back up to her insanely beautiful face, trying to maintain eye contact but finding it increasingly difficult. Just the sight of her, so close and so openly flirting, was enough to make his cock harden inside his trousers, a throbbing ache of pure desire blooming in his groin. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a mixture of nervousness and intense arousal. This was way beyond his usual shift at the bar; this felt like a scene ripped straight from one of the dramas he'd watched her in, only this time, he was playing the lead role, and the stakes were… incredibly high

She giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement at whatever slightly nonsensical thing Martin had just uttered in his nervous excitement. Her smile was radiant, lighting up her face and making the few nearby patrons who were still surreptitiously watching them lean in with even more curiosity. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver of anticipation down Martin’s spine, her slender fingers, adorned with delicate rings, left the table and landed on his thigh.

The contact was light at first, a playful tease, but it was enough to send a jolt of pure electricity through Martin's body. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle, and the insistent throbbing of his already hard cock intensified to an almost painful level. He could barely breathe, his focus entirely consumed by the soft warmth of her touch through his trousers. So Hee’s gaze, however, remained fixed on his face, a knowing smile playing on her luscious lips. She could feel the immediate tension that shot through him, the barely concealed tremor in his leg. With a playful glint in her eye, her hand began to creep higher, her fingers inching their way up his inner thigh, getting dangerously close to the straining bulge in his pants. Martin’s breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs. So Hee’s smile widened, now undeniably seductive, as her fingers continued their slow ascent, her intention becoming thrillingly clear.

So Hee’s touch grew bolder, her smile widening into a knowing leer as her hand fully encompassed the burgeoning hardness straining against the fabric of Martin's trousers. Her fingers, surprisingly firm for their delicate appearance, began to stroke him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, kneading and squeezing through the thin material. Martin’s breath hitched again, a low groan involuntarily escaping his lips. He could feel the heat emanating from her hand, the pressure both arousing and slightly surreal.

Her fingers then began to trace the length of his erection, moving from the thick base upwards to the sensitive tip, then back down again in a tantalizing dance. So Hee’s lips curved into a confident smile, her eyes flickering downwards for a brief moment as if visually measuring the length and girth she held captive in her hand. A thrill shot through Martin, a potent mix of disbelief and pure, unadulterated lust. He could barely keep himself from moaning out loud, every stroke of her fingers sending waves of intense pleasure through his body.

Leaning closer, her intoxicatingly sweet breath warm against his ear, So Hee whispered in slightly slurred Korean, her voice husky and laced with playful desire, "Oppa... So Hee wants what's under your hands... inside So Hee." Her words, direct and explicit, sent a jolt of pure electricity through Martin. His cock throbbed against her touch, hard and eager, and he could feel his control slipping away. So Hee's hand continued its seductive massage, her words and actions painting a vivid picture of the night ahead, a night that Martin suddenly realized was about to become far more intimate and exciting than he could have ever imagined.

They both slipped away from the tail end of the fashion week event, leaving behind the flashing cameras and chattering crowds. Martin found himself walking a respectful few steps behind So Hee as they moved through the hushed, plushly carpeted corridor of a luxurious hotel. Her dress, the same daring number from the bar, now seemed even more provocative in the quieter setting, its every sway and ripple highlighting the exquisite curve of her ass. The way the fabric clung to her figure, the subtle movements of her body beneath it – he took it all in, a silent admirer still struggling to grasp the reality of the situation.

So Hee reached her hotel room door. She turned, her smile on that incredibly pretty face of hers widening as she caught Martin openly admiring her ass, the curve of her buttocks a tantalizing invitation beneath the shimmering fabric of her dress. A playful glint, hot and knowing, entered her eyes, and she swayed her hips a little more, grinding them subtly, giving him a private, sensual show right there in the hushed hallway. The light fabric of her dress rippled with the movement, clinging and releasing in a way that made his gaze drop and his groin tighten with anticipation.

As they reached her door, her eyes never leaving his, So Hee reached out and grabbed Martin’s tie, her fingers tangling in the silk, pulling him closer with a surprising strength that belied her slightly inebriated state. Her smile melted into a look of pure, unadulterated hunger, her lips parting slightly, moist and inviting. She leaned in, her breath warm and scented with champagne against his face, before her mouth crashed against his in a sudden, fierce, and undeniably passionate kiss. It wasn't a gentle, exploratory touch of lips; it was a demanding claiming, her tongue immediately thrusting into his mouth, tangling with his in a wet, primal dance.

Martin’s arms reacted instantly, wrapping around her waist, his hands sliding down to grip the soft curves of her ass beneath the dress, pulling her body flush against his. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the insistent press of her breasts against his chest, the unmistakable hardness of his erection throbbing against her thigh. The kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, more possessive, a silent promise of the explicit pleasures that awaited them just behind that closed door. Her hands left his tie to snake around his neck, her fingers digging into the hair at his nape, pulling him even closer as she moaned softly against his lips, a sound that vibrated with pure desire. The hallway, the fashion week buzz, all faded into the background as their world narrowed to the intense, wet heat of their kiss and the urgent press of their bodies.

Between gasps of their fervent kiss, So Hee somehow managed to maneuver her hand, still entangled with Martin's in his tie, to fumble with the hotel room door handle. With a click, the door swung inward, and they stumbled into the dimly lit space, still locked in their passionate embrace. The air in the room felt thick with unspoken desire, a palpable tension that crackled between them.

As they stumbled inside, So Hee’s other hand, freed from his tie, slid down his chest, her fingers finding the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his trousers. She began to rub him with a knowing pressure, her strokes long and deliberate, sending shivers of anticipation through Martin. He groaned against her lips, his hands tightening on the soft curves of her ass beneath the slinky fabric of her dress, his thumbs digging in, savoring the feel of her yielding flesh.

The sounds in the room were solely those of their heavy, ragged breathing and the wet, smacking noises of their increasingly frantic kiss. They stumbled further into the room, bumping against furniture, their bodies glued together as if magnetically drawn. So Hee’s tongue danced with his, a wild, unrestrained exploration, mirroring the frantic rhythm of their bodies pressed against each other. Martin’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of her dress, his palms now sliding against her bare thighs, feeling the heat radiating from her core, the slickness already beginning to form between her legs.

They reached the edge of the king-sized bed, its white sheets a stark contrast to the dark intensity that had enveloped them. With a playful smirk dancing on her lips, So Hee gave Martin a gentle push, sending him tumbling back onto the soft mattress with a surprised grunt. Before he could fully register his new horizontal position, she was straddling him, hiking her shimmering dress high above her waist. The sudden flash of her toned thighs, smooth and bare in the dim light, and the tantalizing glimpse of her incredible body beneath the remaining fabric made Martin’s breath catch in his throat.

She positioned herself directly over his still-rigid cock, which was now pressing insistently against the confines of his trousers. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself, the pressure of her wet heat against his clothed member eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. She didn’t fully sit down, though, instead hovering just above him, her hips rocking slightly, teasing him with the friction.

The feel of So Hee’s wetness pressing against his clothed erection was intoxicating, a promise of the deluge to come. She didn't just sit; she ground her hips gently against his hard-on, the friction sending jolts of pure, raw pleasure through Martin’s body. He groaned, his hands instinctively reaching up to grip her bare thighs, his fingers digging into the smooth, toned muscle, savoring the feel of her heat radiating through his touch.

So Hee’s fingers continued their slow, torturous journey down his shirt, each tiny click of an unfastened button a countdown to complete exposure. Her nails grazed his skin, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine. As the fabric of his shirt parted, revealing glimpses of his toned chest, rippled with lean muscle, she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re so hard for me, oppa,” she whispered, her voice husky with barely contained lust. “I can feel you throbbing against my… dress.”

Her gaze dropped to his chest, and she ran a finger across his sculpted pectoral muscle, tracing the hard definition. Her touch was light but deliberate, teasing him mercilessly as she continued to grind her hips against his erection through his pants. Martin’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on her face, a silent plea for her to hurry. He could feel the heat building within him, a desperate need to feel her naked skin against his. “So Hee…” he managed to gasp out, his voice thick with desire.

She chuckled softly, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his chest. “Patience, oppa,” she purred, her fingers now playing with the light trail of hair that led down his defined abdomen, the hard lines of his abs flexing subtly with each movement. “Good things… take time.” But her eyes held a mischievous glint, a promise that the wait wouldn’t be long. With a final, lingering touch on the last button, his shirt fell open completely, revealing his toned torso, the hard planes of his abs now fully visible to her hungry gaze. So Hee lowered her head, her lips now tracing a wet path down his sternum, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, her gaze fixed on the hard ridges of his stomach, driving Martin absolutely wild with anticipation. The scent of her perfume, mixed with the lingering aroma of champagne and the raw, animalistic scent of their arousal, filled the air, creating an intoxicating sensory overload.

So Hee abandoned his lips, her gaze dropping with undisguised hunger to his bare chest. Her tongue flicked out, tracing a wet path across his sculpted pectoral muscle, leaving a shimmering trail in its wake. Martin’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on her smooth thighs as a wave of pure sensation washed over him. Her mouth was soft and warm, her lips lightly sucking on his skin, sending electric jolts straight to his groin.

She continued her slow descent, her kisses becoming more deliberate, more intimate. She laved the skin over his ribs, her hands sliding down his torso, following the hard lines of his obliques. He could feel the heat emanating from her, the intoxicating scent of her perfume mingling with the musky aroma of their arousal. Every touch, every lick, was a deliberate act of seduction, designed to drive him wild with anticipation.

Her mouth reached his abdomen, her tongue now exploring the defined ridges of his abs. She pressed her lips against the hard muscles, sucking gently, making them flex beneath her touch. Martin groaned, his head falling back against the plush pillows, his body arching slightly as pleasure coursed through him. He had never experienced anything quite like this, the raw sensuality of her mouth on his body igniting a firestorm of desire within him.

So Hee’s hands continued their exploration, one sliding down his side, tracing the curve of his hip, while the other remained teasingly close to the waistband of his trousers, her fingertips occasionally brushing against the hard bulge beneath. She knew exactly what she was doing, building the tension, drawing out his anticipation.

Her lips finally reached the waistband of his pants, her warm breath ghosting over the straining fabric just above his engorged cock. She paused there for a torturous moment, her tongue flicking out once more, tasting the fabric as if savoring the promise of what lay beneath. Martin’s hands tightened on her thighs, his knuckles white. “So Hee…” he managed to whisper, his voice thick with barely contained desire.

With a playful smile that promised even more delights, she shifted her position slightly, her lips now pressing directly against the hard outline of his cock through his pants. She licked the fabric slowly, deliberately, the wet heat seeping through the material, making him gasp. Her hands on his hips began to grind her own wetness against his still-clothed erection, the friction eliciting a low moan from deep within her throat.

She continued her sensual assault, her mouth now sucking gently through the fabric, her teeth lightly grazing his hardness. The sensations were almost unbearable, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and agonizing anticipation. Martin’s body was trembling uncontrollably, every nerve ending screaming for release. So Hee, clearly enjoying his torment, continued her slow, deliberate exploration, savoring every groan and gasp she elicited from him as she tasted the toned muscles just above his straining cock, her actions a blatant declaration of her intent to claim every inch of him. The air in the hotel room crackled with unspoken desires, the dim light casting long shadows that danced with their intertwined forms on the bed.

With a final, teasing lick just above the waistband, So Hee’s fingers finally found the button and zipper of Martin’s trousers. Her movements were deft and knowing, practiced hands that seemed to revel in the task. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the thick head of his hard cock straining against the confines of his underwear. So Hee paused for a moment, her gaze locking onto his with a triumphant smirk before she gently pushed the remaining fabric down, finally freeing his engorged member.

Martin’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, pulsing with anticipation. So Hee’s breath hitched as she took in its full length, her eyes widening slightly with undisguised admiration. It stood proud and erect, a testament to the intense arousal he was experiencing. With a soft sigh, she reached out, her fingers gently encircling the base, the warmth of her touch instantly sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as she began her teasing assault.

Her touch was feather-light at first, her fingers just grazing the smooth skin of his shaft, exploring its length with delicate strokes. She ran her thumb along the underside, teasing the sensitive frenulum, making Martin’s hips twitch involuntarily. He moaned, a deep, guttural sound that rumbled in his chest. So Hee’s smile widened, clearly enjoying the power she held over him.

Her grip tightened slightly, and she began to stroke him with more deliberate movements, her hand sliding up and down his shaft, the friction creating a delicious heat. She varied her touch, sometimes firm and demanding, other times light and teasing, always keeping him on the edge of his control. Her fingers danced around the swollen head, sometimes gently squeezing, sometimes just tracing the delicate ridge.

She brought her face closer, her warm breath caressing his sensitive tip. Martin’s eyes fluttered open, and he watched, mesmerized, as her tongue flicked out, just barely touching the head of his cock. The sensation was electric, sending a shiver of pure ecstasy through his entire body. He groaned louder this time, his fingers gripping her thighs even tighter.

So Hee chuckled softly, a seductive sound that vibrated against his skin. “You like that, oppa?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She then took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking gently at first, her lips warm and moist. Martin’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as pleasure exploded through him. He could feel the frantic beat of his heart, the blood rushing to his head.

She increased the pressure, her mouth now engulfing the entire head of his cock, her tongue dancing around it, teasing and tantalizing. Martin moaned again, a long, drawn-out sound of pure bliss. His hips began to lift off the bed involuntarily, seeking more of the incredible sensation. So Hee continued her ministrations, her hand still stroking the length of his shaft, creating a symphony of sensations that was driving him absolutely wild.

She pulled back slightly, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. Her eyes locked with his, a knowing smile on her face. “Just getting started, oppa,” she purred, before lowering her head once more, her mouth reopening to claim him again, her teasing touch promising even more exquisite torment and pleasure to come. Martin could only groan, completely at her mercy, lost in the intoxicating sensations she was so expertly delivering. The night was just beginning, and he had a feeling it was going to be one he would never, ever forget

Slowly, deliberately, So Hee released her hold on Martin’s hard cock. Her eyes, dark and shimmering with desire, never left his as she stood up with a languid grace that spoke of practiced seduction. Her movements were slow, each one a tease, a deliberate unveiling of the beauty he had only glimpsed moments before.

She reached a hand up, her slender fingers tracing the delicate line of her collarbone as she slowly slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder. The shimmering fabric, which had so recently clung to every curve, began its descent, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin underneath. The dress slipped down her arm, pooling momentarily at her elbow before cascading down her torso. Martin’s gaze followed its progress, his breath catching in his throat with each inch of skin revealed.

The dress reached her waist, and she paused, her hips swaying slightly, the movement causing the fabric to tease the curve of her buttocks. Then, with a final, lingering look at Martin, a soft smile playing on her lips, she let it fall to the floor in a silken heap, leaving her completely naked before him.

Martin’s eyes drank in the sight of her. Her breasts, freed from the constraint of a bra, stood high and proud, the nipples dark and erect, their tips puckered with anticipation. They were perfectly shaped, full and round, and they bounced ever so slightly with her movements, captivating his gaze. Her torso was sleek and toned, the gentle curve of her waist leading down to her slightly flared hips. The light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows over her skin, highlighting the exquisite lines of her body.

His gaze drifted lower, past the delicate curve of her stomach, and he noticed the dark patch of hair at the apex of her thighs, framing her swollen lips. And then he saw it – her panties, a scrap of lace barely clinging to her hips, were visibly soaked, a testament to the intense arousal he had already elicited from her. The evidence of her desire was blatant, undeniable, and it sent another jolt of pure lust through Martin.

So Hee, observing his reaction, the unmistakable twitch of his still-erect cock straining against his open trousers, let out a soft, knowing chuckle. Her smile widened, a mixture of triumph and playful invitation in her eyes. She ran a hand down her own body, her fingers tracing the line of her collarbone, down between her breasts, over her flat stomach, and finally settling on the wet patch between her legs. Her gaze remained locked with Martin’s, a silent promise of the shared pleasures that were yet to come. The air in the room crackled with unspoken desires, the anticipation hanging heavy and thick, waiting to be broken by touch. She took a slow, deliberate step towards the bed, her naked body a beacon in the dim light, her eyes telling him that the real fun was just about to begin.

With a sinuous grace, So Hee climbed onto the bed, her naked form a breathtaking vision in the soft light. Her fingers trailed down her thighs, reaching for the delicate lace of her now-soaked panties, and with a playful flick, she tossed them onto the bedside table, the small, damp garment a testament to her heightened state of arousal.

She then positioned herself directly over Martin, straddling his prone body with a confidence that was both alluring and intensely erotic. Her toned legs framed his torso, her bare thighs pressing against his still-clothed legs. She leaned forward, her perfectly sculpted body arching slightly, bringing her wet, swollen vagina tantalizingly close to his mouth. Simultaneously, her beautiful face, her lips already glistening from his pre-cum, hovered just inches above his thick, hard cock.

Martin’s breath hitched. He was gazing at the promised land, the very source of her pleasure now displayed so openly, so invitingly before him. Her lips were parted, the delicate folds slick and swollen, glistening with her own natural lubrication. He could see the frantic pulse of her inner muscles, a silent invitation to taste her, to explore the depths of her desire. His senses were overwhelmed by the sight, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He felt an almost primal urge to bury his face between her thighs and lose himself in her sweetness, to please this Korean goddess in a way that would leave her utterly breathless and begging for more.

But So Hee had her own plans. With a bold move, she lowered her head further, her eyes locking with Martin’s for a fleeting moment, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as if daring him to try and take control. Then, with a practiced ease that hinted at a comfortable familiarity with such acts, she opened her mouth and slowly, deliberately, took the head of his engorged penis between her lips.

They began slowly, a dance of simultaneous pleasure. So Hee sucked on Martin, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft, her lips creating a firm pressure that sent shivers down his spine. Martin, in turn, laved So Hee’s swollen clitoris, his tongue flicking rhythmically, savoring the sweet, potent nectar of her arousal.

As their confidence grew, their pace quickened. So Hee’s mouth worked Martin’s cock with increasing fervor, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her moans mingling with his ragged breaths. Martin’s tongue danced over every inch of So Hee’s vulva, exploring the delicate folds and the slick depths, eliciting cries of pure ecstasy from her. Her hips began to buck against his mouth, urging him closer, deeper, while her hands tightened in his hair, guiding him to her most sensitive spots.

The air in the room crackled with their shared intensity, the sounds of their simultaneous oral pleasure echoing in the stillness. So Hee’s soft whimpers and moans blended with Martin’s gasps and groans, creating a symphony of pure, unadulterated lust. They were lost in the moment, each focused on pleasuring the other, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and escalating desire. The taste of her sweet juices on his tongue, the feel of her hot mouth on his cock – it was a sensory overload, driving them both closer and closer to the brink of release.

Their mutual pleasure reached its peak, a crescendo of moans and gasps filling the hotel room. Just as Martin felt the intense contractions building within him, So Hee’s body beneath him began to tremble violently, her cries escalating into a series of high-pitched shrieks. Her wetness flowed freely around his mouth, a final surge of pure ecstasy.

And then, the dam broke for Martin. A powerful wave of sensation washed over him, and he shot a large, thick load deep into So Hee’s mouth. Without hesitation, her throat worked, and she swallowed every last drop, her eyes fluttering closed in a blissful surrender. At the same instant, So Hee’s orgasm reached its zenith. Her body arched off the bed, her muscles spasming as she came onto Martin’s face, her warm, slick juices spraying across his skin, her cries echoing her intense release. She writhed and trembled beneath him, completely consumed by the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Both of them lay there, slick with sweat, their breathing still ragged from their shared climax. But the glistening sheen on So Hee’s skin, catching the dim light of the bedside lamp, only amplified her allure in Martin’s eyes. The dampness seemed to cling to her every curve, making her look even more like a goddess sculpted from glistening bronze. A stray drop of his semen still clung to her lower lip, a potent reminder of their recent intimacy, and the sight of it instantly sent a surge of renewed desire coursing through him. His cock, which had softened in the aftermath of his orgasm, began to stir again, hardening with a renewed urgency at the sight of her naked beauty and the tangible evidence of their shared pleasure.

So Hee, sensing the shift in his body, a knowing smile gracing her lips, slowly climbed up his torso. Her wet skin slid against his, the friction arousing them both further. She positioned herself directly over his now fully erect cock, her gaze locked on his as she guided the hard tip with her fingers, her swollen lips already wet and eager. Martin watched, mesmerized, as she prepared to take him inside her once more. The sight of her, glistening with sweat and his seed, straddling him, was almost too much to bear, a fantasy brought vividly to life.

Taking a deep breath, So Hee began to lower herself onto him, her movements slow and deliberate, giving Martin ample time to savor the anticipation. He watched as her wet vulva, still slick from her recent orgasm, came into contact with the head of his throbbing cock. The initial point of contact sent a jolt of pure electricity through both of them.

As she descended further, Martin was surprised by the incredible tightness of her. Despite their previous intense encounters, her inner muscles clenched around him with a fierce grip, making him gasp at the intensity of the sensation. It was a snug fit, almost too tight, and So Hee could only inch her way down, her muscles working hard to accommodate his full length. She grunted softly with the effort, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she slowly sheathed him, millimeter by agonizing millimeter.

Martin lay beneath her, his breath held captive in his chest, his senses overwhelmed by the feeling of her incredibly tight vagina enveloping his cock. It was a sensation unlike anything he had experienced before, a visceral connection that went beyond mere physical pleasure. He could feel every ridge, every nerve ending of his penis being caressed by her internal grip.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, So Hee reached her limit, her body fully impaled on his hard cock. A gasp escaped her lips, her head thrown back, her long, wet hair cascading down her back. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a low, guttural moan of pure sensation rumbled in her chest. She remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being completely filled by him, her tight pussy clenching rhythmically around his engorged member.

Martin could feel the warmth and wetness surrounding him, the incredible pressure almost intoxicating. He instinctively arched his back, pushing deeper inside her, reveling in the perfect fit. Their bodies were now intimately connected, slick with sweat and desire, a perfect union forged in the heat of their passionate encounter. So Hee leaned forward, her damp breasts pressing against his chest, her heart pounding against his. The silence in the room was broken only by their ragged breathing and the occasional soft moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

With a low moan that vibrated against Martin’s chest, So Hee began to ride him. Her movements were initially tentative, a gentle rocking back and forth as she familiarized herself with the feeling of his thick cock deep inside her incredibly tight vagina. But as the pleasure began to build, her pace quickened, her hips grinding against his with increasing fervor.

Martin watched, mesmerized, as her naked body moved above him. The glistening sheen of sweat emphasized every curve and muscle, her breasts swaying with each up and down motion, the dark tips of her nipples brushing against his chest, sending sparks of sensation through him. Her head was thrown back, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her lips parted as she let out soft, breathy moans that filled the room. The sight of this internationally famous actress, this Korean goddess whose face adorned magazines and billboards, riding him with such uninhibited passion was almost surreal. He could only imagine the millions of men in her home country who would give anything for just a glimpse of her, let alone to see her completely naked and being pleasured so intensely by a simple waiter from another land.

So Hee’s rhythm became more insistent, her hips now moving with a frantic energy. She would ride him high, arching her back as she rose, the head of his cock almost slipping free before she plunged back down, taking his full length deep inside her with a gasp of pure delight. Each downward thrust sent a wave of intense sensation through Martin, the feeling of her tight, wet vagina gripping his shaft almost unbearable in its pleasure. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, milking him with every movement, and he knew she was experiencing a pleasure she had rarely, if ever, known before. Her cries became louder, more unrestrained, as she rode him harder and faster, her body completely consumed by the escalating sensations. “Oh, fuck… oppa… you feel so good… so big,” she gasped out between moans, her words a testament to the intense pleasure he was giving her.

Martin, feeling his own desire reaching a fever pitch, gripped So Hee’s hips, his hands sinking into the slick flesh of her thighs. He began to thrust upwards, meeting her downward ride with a powerful force, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm. Each upward surge of his cock deep inside her elicited a fresh wave of ecstatic cries from So Hee, her head falling back as she surrendered completely to the sensation.

As they fucked with increasing intensity, Martin’s hands left her hips and moved to cup her full, sweat-slick breasts. He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs teasing the hard, erect nipples, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from So Hee. She leaned forward, her lips crashing against his in a desperate, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled together, a wet and frantic dance mirroring the rhythm of their hips. The kiss grew more intense with each thrust, their mouths devouring each other as they rode the waves of pleasure.

So Hee’s moans became louder, more unrestrained, as Martin’s powerful thrusts combined with his expert handling of her breasts. She would pull back slightly, her eyes locking with his, filled with a raw, untamed desire, before slamming down onto his cock again with a force that made them both cry out. Her hands, still gripping his shoulders, tightened with each intense movement, her body completely consumed by the escalating sensations. The sounds of their passionate coupling – the wet slap of their skin against skin, their ragged breathing, and their unrestrained cries of pleasure – filled the hotel room, a testament to the raw, unadulterated lust that had consumed them both

Their rhythm intensified, a frantic dance of pure, unadulterated lust. So Hee’s riding became more aggressive, her hips bucking against Martin’s with a primal energy, her moans echoing through the room. Martin matched her intensity, thrusting deeply inside her with a forceful rhythm, his hard cock pounding against her cervix with each upward surge. Their sweat-slicked bodies slapped together, the sounds of their coupling a raw and visceral symphony of pleasure.

So Hee’s kisses grew more demanding, her teeth nipping at Martin’s lips as she sucked on his tongue with a fierce hunger. Her hands left his shoulders and trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin, sending shivers of delight through him. She would occasionally break the kiss to gasp out his name, her voice thick with passion, before plunging her mouth back onto his.

Martin’s hands continued to explore her breasts, his fingers kneading and squeezing the soft flesh, his thumbs circling her hard nipples until they were taut and aching for more. He could feel the frantic beat of her heart against his chest, a wild drumbeat mirroring the frenetic pace of their lovemaking. He arched his back, thrusting deeper and harder into her, reveling in the feeling of her tight, wet vagina gripping him so fiercely.

“You feel so good, So Hee,” Martin groaned, his voice hoarse with exertion and desire. “So fucking tight.”

“Oh, oppa…” she gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure as he hit her sweet spot again and again. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

Their frenzied rhythm reached a fever pitch, their bodies locked together in a desperate race towards the ultimate release. So Hee’s cries became almost animalistic, her back arching as she rode Martin with every ounce of strength she possessed. Martin’s thrusts were deep and powerful, his cock pounding into her with a relentless force that made them both gasp. The wet sounds of their frantic coupling echoed loudly in the hotel room, a testament to their raw, unadulterated passion.

Suddenly, So Hee’s body stiffened, her muscles clenching fiercely around Martin’s shaft. A series of sharp, ecstatic cries ripped from her throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her. At the same moment, Martin felt an overwhelming surge of sensation building within him. His muscles tensed, his breath hitched, and he let out a guttural roar as he emptied his load deep inside her, his thick semen pulsing into her tight, contracting vagina.

They both froze for a moment, suspended in the aftershocks of their earth-shattering climax. So Hee collapsed forward onto Martin’s chest, her body still trembling with the force of her orgasm. Martin held her tightly, his arms wrapped around her sweaty back, his own body still shuddering from the intense release. Their breathing was ragged and shallow, their hearts pounding in unison.

Slowly, their frantic movements subsided. So Hee lifted her head, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with a blissful haze. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she nestled back down onto Martin’s chest, their sweat-soaked bodies clinging together. They lay there for a long moment, exhausted but completely satisfied, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing and the occasional soft murmur of contentment. The passionate storm had finally passed, leaving them both drained, sweaty, and utterly spent in the aftermath of their explosive simultaneous climax.

The morning light filtering through the hotel window gently nudged Martin awake. His eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile immediately touched his lips as he remembered the incredible night he had just shared. He turned his head, and his breath caught in his throat. So Hee was standing by the vanity, her back to him, a plush white bathrobe loosely tied around her waist. But the knot was precariously low, revealing the enticing curve of her bare back and hinting at the delectable view that lay ahead. With every subtle movement as she brushed her hair, the robe would shift, offering fleeting glimpses of her side, the smooth line of her hip, and the tantalizing swell of her breasts.

Martin watched her, still feeling a pleasant ache in his muscles and a lingering warmth in his heart. The memory of her passionate cries and the feel of her body wrapped around his flooded his senses. He was still slightly dazed, finding it hard to believe that he had spent the night with this incredibly famous and beautiful woman.

So Hee turned around, a bright and cheerful smile on her face, her hair now cascading over her shoulders. She adjusted the tie of her bathrobe, perhaps slightly more securely now that she was facing him, though it still left plenty to the imagination. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice soft and slightly husky from sleep.

"Morning," Martin managed to reply, his voice still a bit rough. He pushed himself up against the pillows, his gaze lingering on her.

She walked over to the bedside table, picking up a bottle of water and taking a sip. "I have to stay in the city for another three days for some more fashion events and photoshoots," she said, her eyes meeting his. She paused for a moment, a playful glint in her eyes. "And I might need a… personal assistant for these next three days. Someone to keep her company, show her around a bit, and make sure she doesn't get too lonely." Her gaze flickered down to him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Would you be interested in the position, Martin-ssi?"

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The humid air of her hometown train station felt both familiar and alien to Dahyun. It had been so long since she'd walked these platforms, the last few years a whirlwind of schedules, stages, and constant public scrutiny. Now, with TWICE on a much-needed hiatus, the quiet anonymity she craved felt within reach, aided by the simple white mask covering the lower half of her face.

Beneath the loose-fitting white t-shirt, her toned idol body was a tightly coiled spring of energy. The fabric did little to hide the perky roundness of her breasts, the nipples pressing ever so slightly against the material with each nervous breath she took, a secret known only to her and perhaps the lingering memory of countless adoring fans. Her short denim skirt, riding high on her thighs, showcased the long, pale expanse of her legs, their smooth skin begging for a touch. Even in simple sneakers, the shapely calves and delicate ankles that had danced their way into the hearts of millions were unmistakable.

She fidgeted slightly, the anticipation of seeing Papa Choi bubbling up inside her. It had been too long, filled with rushed phone calls and fleeting video chats. Now, the promise of real, in-person connection was a tangible warmth spreading through her. Her eyes scanned the arriving passengers, a practiced idol habit of discreetly observing without drawing attention. Even masked, there was an undeniable allure to her presence – the subtle sway of her hips as she shifted her weight, the elegant tilt of her head as she searched for her father. Her "idol sexy body," as her fans so often described it, possessed an inherent magnetism that even casual clothes and a mask couldn't completely conceal, a silent promise of the captivating energy that lay just beneath the surface.

Just then, a familiar figure emerged from the bustling crowd, his gait a little heavier than Dahyun remembered, but the warm smile instantly recognizable. Papa Choi. His eyes, however, widened noticeably as he spotted the masked figure walking towards him, a figure that undeniably possessed the alluring physique of his globally famous daughter.

His breath hitched in his throat. Even beneath the loose t-shirt, the undeniable curves of her chest were apparent, and the short denim skirt showcased the long, smooth legs he remembered from her childhood, now even more toned and captivating. He couldn't help but let his gaze travel the length of her body as she approached, from her stylish sneakers up to the tantalizing expanse of thigh on display. It had been too long, and the innocent little girl he remembered had blossomed into a breathtakingly sexy woman.

Beneath his own casual trousers, his cock began to stir, hardening with a surprising intensity at the sight of his daughter. He tried to reason it away, attributing it to the shock of seeing her after so long, coupled with the undeniable allure she possessed. But the truth was, even masked, the way she carried herself, the inherent sensuality of her idol body, was having a powerful and unexpected effect on him. He just stood there, a mix of paternal affection and inappropriate lust warring within him, his eyes glued to her every move as she closed the distance between them.

Settling into the passenger seat of his car, the relief of finally being with family washed over Dahyun. She reached up and pulled off her mask, taking a deep, refreshing breath of the non-city air. Then, with a languid stretch, she extended her arms above her head, arching her back slightly, the movement causing her t-shirt to ride up just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her toned midriff. Her breasts, no longer confined by the pressure of the mask, seemed to lift and become even more defined under the thin cotton.

Papa Choi, glancing over at her from the driver's seat, had a full eyeful. The simple act of stretching transformed her casual outfit into something intensely alluring. The curve of her ribcage as she arched, the slight upward lift of her t-shirt exposing a sliver of smooth skin, and the way her denim skirt rode even higher on her thighs – it was a feast for his hungry eyes. The blood rushed south, and his already throbbing cock tightened painfully against the confines of his shorts. https://www.reddit.com/r/kpopfap/comments/1irii7z/twice_dahyun/ This is torture, he thought, his gaze lingering a moment too long on the exposed skin of her thigh. This beautiful, sexy body… my body created it. The possessive thought sent another jolt of lust through him. He clenched his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. He had to have her. The thought was no longer a fleeting impulse but a burning desire. He started to imagine the feel of her soft skin under his hands, the way her body would move beneath him, the sounds she would make as he finally made her bounce on his hard cock. The image was so vivid that a drop of pre-cum escaped the tip of his already straining penis. He knew he had to play it cool, be patient, but the seed of a forbidden fantasy had been planted, and he knew, with a sickening certainty, that he wouldn't let this opportunity slip away. He would find a way to have her.

Papa Choi pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking in front of a small, dimly lit pharmacy. “Just need to grab something quickly,” he muttered under his breath, glancing over at Dahyun. Her head was resting against the passenger window, her lips slightly parted in sleep. The short denim skirt had ridden up even further during her nap, exposing a significant length of her pale, smooth thighs. His eyes lingered there, tracing the delicate curve of her leg, the innocent vulnerability of her sleeping posture doing nothing to quell the lust that churned within him.

He quietly got out of the car and hurried into the pharmacy. He quickly located the section with over-the-counter medications, his eyes scanning the shelves until he found a small box of strong sleeping pills. He grabbed it, his heart pounding in his chest. Then, after a furtive glance around the almost empty shop, he approached the counter.

“Excuse me,” he said to the pharmacist, keeping his voice low. “Do you have… something for, uh… low libido?” He tried to sound casual, like he was asking for a friend. The pharmacist, a tired-looking man in his late forties, raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. He reached under the counter and pulled out a small, discreet bottle of liquid. “This is quite effective,” he said, his tone neutral. “Just a few drops in a drink.” Papa Choi nodded quickly, a sinister excitement building within him as he paid for both items.

Back in the car, Dahyun was still sound asleep. Papa Choi’s gaze swept over her body once more. Her t-shirt had shifted, revealing the gentle swell of her breasts, the faint outline of her nipples visible beneath the thin fabric. He imagined those soft mounds in his hands, the taste of her skin. His eyes then drifted down to her thighs again, so smooth and inviting. Soon, he thought, a cruel smile playing on his lips. Soon, this beautiful body will be mine. The sleeping pills would ensure she was compliant, and the libido enhancer… well, that would make sure she enjoyed every moment, wouldn't she? He started the car, his mind racing with dark and forbidden thoughts as he drove his sleeping daughter home The atmosphere in the Choi household was warm and filled with happy chatter as Dahyun and her mother caught up after their long separation. Dahyun recounted stories from her life as an idol, carefully omitting certain details, while her mother shared news about their hometown and old friends. It was a comforting scene of familial bonding, a facade that Papa Choi observed with a calculating glint in his eyes.

“I’ll take care of dinner tonight,” he announced, his voice jovial. “Let you two relax and enjoy your time together.” His wife smiled gratefully, unaware of the dark intentions hidden beneath his offer.

As he moved around the kitchen, preparing the meal, his mind was a whirlwind of wicked plans. He carefully measured out a double dose of sleeping pills, crushing them into a fine powder. His target for these was his wife. He would slip them into her drink, ensuring she would be sound asleep and out of the way for the night. https://www.reddit.com/r/kpopfap/comments/1fv6494/twice_dahyun/ For Dahyun, he retrieved the small bottle he had purchased earlier. The libido enhancer. Just a few drops, the pharmacist had said. He planned to add it to Dahyun’s drink, a subtle dose that would amplify her desires, making her more receptive to his advances. He imagined the effect it would have on her, her idol body writhing with uncontrollable lust, directed solely at him.

He worked with a deceptive calmness, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, his mind picturing the night ahead. He would make sure Dahyun had plenty of her favorite dishes, laced with just enough of the enhancer to cloud her judgment. He would be the doting father, ensuring she was comfortable and relaxed after her journey. And then, when the time was right, when his wife was fast asleep and Dahyun's inhibitions were lowered, he would finally make his move. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. Dinner tonight was not just a meal; it was the first course in his twisted plan.

When Papa Choi emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray laden with dishes, Dahyun was already seated at the dining table with her mother. She had just finished showering, and the subtle dampness in her dark hair, still clinging slightly to her scalp, hinted at the recent wash. She had changed into a simple, oversized white t-shirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. The soft cotton clung to her damp skin in places, particularly around her chest, where the outline of her nipples was visible, hard and erect as if still tingling from the shower's spray.

The shortness of the t-shirt left her long, pale legs completely bare. He could see the faint pinkness of her freshly scrubbed skin, and his eyes lingered on the smooth curve of her thighs, imagining the feel of them wrapped around his own body. Even in such a casual outfit, her "idol sexy body" was impossible to ignore. The loose fit of the shirt only served to emphasize the delicate slenderness of her frame while hinting at the curves beneath. As she reached for a glass of water, the fabric stretched across her back, revealing the subtle definition of her shoulder blades and the gentle curve of her spine. Her face, scrubbed clean of makeup, looked fresh and youthful, but there was still an underlying allure in her full lips and the way her eyes crinkled slightly as she smiled at her mother, a smile that Papa Choi found both innocent and intensely provocative. The scene of his daughter, so effortlessly sexy in her post-shower state, sent another jolt of desire through him, hardening his already anticipating cock even further. They ate their meal, and the atmosphere was initially light and pleasant. Papa Choi made sure to refill their glasses, offering Dahyun’s mother more of her usual fruit juice, the crushed sleeping pills dissolving unnoticed within the liquid. For Dahyun, he poured another glass of iced tea, carefully adding a few drops of the libido enhancer, swirling it gently before handing it to her with an overly affectionate smile.

Soon after finishing their meal, Dahyun’s mother started to feel the effects of the sleeping pills. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she began to yawn frequently, her sentences becoming slurred and her head nodding slightly. “I think I need to lie down for a bit,” she mumbled, pushing back from the table with a weary sigh. Papa Choi offered a concerned look, his facade of a loving husband perfectly intact. “Of course, dear. You looked tired all day.” He helped her up and guided her towards her bedroom, a sense of sinister satisfaction washing over him as he tucked her into bed, ensuring she would be out cold for the night.

Meanwhile, Dahyun was experiencing a different kind of shift. At first, it was a subtle warmth spreading through her body, a pleasant tingling sensation that started in her toes and worked its way up. She found herself feeling unusually lightheaded and giggly, her laughter at her father’s jokes a little too loud, a little too unrestrained. Then, the feeling intensified. A flush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks, and she started to feel a throbbing warmth between her legs. Her t-shirt suddenly felt too tight, the soft cotton rubbing against her now incredibly sensitive nipples in a way that was both irritating and strangely arousing.

She shifted in her seat, a restless energy building within her. Her gaze kept drifting towards her father, noticing the way the light caught the strands of gray in his hair, the strength in his hands as he cleared the table. There was a strange, unfamiliar pull towards him, a burgeoning curiosity about the man who had always been just her father. Her thighs felt heavy and slightly damp, and she found herself unconsciously rubbing them together beneath the short t-shirt. Her breathing became shallow and quick, and a strange, insistent ache began to bloom in her core, a desperate longing for something she couldn't quite name but felt deep in her bones. The effects of the libido enhancer were taking hold, and Dahyun, completely unaware of the chemical manipulation, was starting to feel an undeniable, urgent desire stirring within her.

Dahyun felt a strange restlessness settling over her, an unsettling heat that no amount of deep breaths seemed to quell. She tried to focus on the familiar comfort of her childhood bedroom, but the energy thrumming through her body made it difficult to relax. This insistent, unfamiliar arousal was unsettling, and a wave of self-consciousness washed over her. This isn't normal, she thought, a knot of unease tightening in her stomach.

Determined to shake off the strange feelings, she lay down on her bed, pulling the thin cotton blanket over her bare legs. But the friction of the blanket against her incredibly sensitive skin only intensified the throbbing ache between her thighs. She tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but the insistent heat refused to subside.

Finally, succumbing to the undeniable urge, Dahyun’s hand tentatively slipped beneath the hem of her oversized t-shirt. Her fingers brushed against the dampness that had already gathered there, and a gasp escaped her lips. The sensation was immediate and intense. Hesitation warred with a growing desperation for release. No, I shouldn't, she thought, but the insistent pulsing between her legs was too strong to ignore.

Her fingers, now slick with her own juices, began to explore. She gently traced the swollen lips of her vulva, feeling the velvety softness of her skin. A soft moan escaped her as she found her clitoris, the tiny nub already hard and throbbing. With a hesitant touch, she began to rub it, the pleasure that shot through her both shocking and undeniably welcome. The more she touched herself, the more the strange arousal intensified, driving her closer to the edge of control. Her breathing quickened, and the small sounds of her pleasure filled the quiet room. She continued to stroke and tease herself, the tension building with each deliberate movement, her earlier unease slowly being replaced by a singular focus on the escalating sensations.

Just as Dahyun’s pleasure was beginning to spiral, a sliver of darkness appeared in the doorway. Papa Choi, having made sure his wife was deeply asleep, had quietly crept towards Dahyun’s room. He’d hesitated for a moment, a knot of guilt momentarily tightening in his stomach, but the desire that had been simmering within him all day had now reached a boiling point. He slowly, silently pushed the door open just a crack, his eyes peering into the dimly lit space.

The sight that greeted him sent a jolt of pure lust through his body. Dahyun was lying on her back, her oversized t-shirt hiked up to her waist, revealing her bare legs spread slightly apart. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, and her breathing was ragged. And then he saw it – her hand moving rhythmically between her thighs, her fingers caressing her most intimate place. He could see the subtle movements beneath her fingertips, the gentle rise and fall of her hand as she pleasured herself.

His own cock, which had been stubbornly hard since seeing her at the station, but had softened slightly while he was tending to his wife, now surged back to full, throbbing glory. It strained against the fabric of his trousers, demanding release. The image of his daughter, lost in the throes of self-pleasure, was an intensely erotic spectacle, fueling the forbidden desires that had been consuming him. He leaned closer to the crack in the door, his eyes glued to her every movement, a dark and wicked anticipation building within him. A wave of heat washed over Dahyun, the confines of her t-shirt suddenly feeling unbearable. With a sigh of surrender to the intense arousal coursing through her veins, she reached down and pulled the t-shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. The cool air against her bare skin sent a shiver of heightened sensitivity through her. Now completely nude, she lay on her back, her pale skin a stark contrast to the dark sheets.

She brought both hands to her body, her fingers exploring the landscape of her desire. One hand cupped a full, perky breast, her thumb gently stroking the already erect nipple. The other hand returned to her slick pussy, her fingers delving deeper now, pressing and stroking with increasing urgency. A soft moan escaped her lips, the pleasure building rapidly as she indulged in the forbidden sensations.

From the shadows of the doorway, Papa Choi’s breath hitched. He had only ever seen his daughter’s incredible body on television screens, carefully curated and presented for public consumption. But this… this was raw, unfiltered, and impossibly erotic. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light, the gentle curves of her body more captivating than any camera could capture. Her breasts, perfectly round and full, quivered slightly as she touched them, her fingers a stark contrast against their soft white skin. And the way her hips lifted slightly as she pleasured herself, the unmistakable evidence of her intense arousal… it was a sight that both thrilled and deeply disturbed him.

His own cock, throbbing with an almost painful intensity, demanded release. He could no longer resist the urge to be closer, to touch, to possess. Quietly slipping into the room, he closed the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes never leaving Dahyun’s blissfully unaware form, he reached down and silently pulled down his boxers. His thick, engorged penis sprang free, standing erect and pointing directly at his unsuspecting daughter, lost in her own world of self-pleasure. He stood there for a moment, a dark and conflicted figure in the shadows, watching her, his desire battling with the last vestiges of his conscience.

Dahyun’s eyelids fluttered open, the haze of self-pleasure slowly receding. Her gaze drifted upwards, and her breath hitched in her throat. Standing at the foot of her bed, illuminated by the faint light filtering in from the hallway, was her father. Naked. And his cock… it was huge, thick, and pointing right at her.

A jolt of pure shock shot through her. Her eyes widened in disbelief and a wave of panic washed over her. She instinctively tried to pull the blanket up to cover her naked body, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. But her gaze kept being drawn back to her father's erection. It was hard, dark, and she could see a glistening drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip.

And then she became acutely aware of her own body. The throbbing between her thighs, the lingering wetness on her fingers… Shame and confusion warred with a confusing spark of something else, something she couldn't quite name. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, willing the image to disappear, but when she opened them, he was still there. Her body betrayed her attempt to cover herself. Instead of pulling the blanket up, her thighs instinctively pressed together, a desperate, involuntary grind against the sheets in a futile attempt to quell the insistent arousal that the sight of her father’s impressive cock had ignited within her. The confusion and the forbidden thrill warred within her, leaving her paralyzed, caught between shock and a burgeoning, unwanted desire.

Papa Choi’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he observed his daughter’s wide-eyed shock. Her attempts to cover herself were half-hearted at best, her gaze constantly flicking back to his fully erect cock. He took a slow, deliberate step towards her, his eyes roaming freely over her exposed body. The pale skin of her chest, the delicate curve of her waist, the long expanse of her thighs – he took it all in, a possessive hunger burning in his gaze. He could feel the heavy throb of his cock against his trousers, eager to finally bury itself inside her.

He continued his slow approach until he was standing right beside her bed. He reached out a hand, his fingers gently tracing the delicate curve of her jawline, then down her neck to her collarbone. Dahyun’s breath hitched, and a visible tremor ran through her body. Her eyes, still wide, flickered from his face down to his hard cock and back up again. The libido enhancer, combined with the shocking intimacy of the moment, was taking its toll. Her earlier attempt to cover herself was forgotten, her body now reacting in a way she couldn't control, a confusing mix of fear and a burgeoning, unwanted arousal.

With a swift, almost dismissive gesture, Papa Choi reached down and yanked the thin sheet away from Dahyun’s body. She lay there, completely exposed, her pale skin gleaming in the soft light. Her curves were soft and feminine, her breasts full and round, their nipples already hard and erect, peeking out invitingly. The soft mound of her pussy, framed by delicate dark hairs, was clearly visible, glistening slightly with her own arousal. Her long, slender legs lay slightly parted, vulnerable and inviting.

Papa Choi’s fingers, rough against her delicate skin, trailed down her arm, then across her chest, his knuckle brushing against a taut nipple. Dahyun flinched slightly, her eyes still wide with a mixture of shock and a dawning, unwanted desire. He then moved his fingers lower, his touch feather-light as he traced the outline of her stomach. He dipped a finger below, gently parting the folds of her wet pussy. Dahyun gasped, her muscles tensing slightly in resistance.

He continued his teasing touch, his fingers now gently stroking her clitoris. She squeezed her eyes shut, a small whimper escaping her lips. There was a conflict in her expression, a silent battle between her initial shock and the undeniable pleasure his touch was starting to evoke, amplified by the drug coursing through her veins. After a moment of barely perceptible resistance, a soft moan escaped her, and her hips shifted slightly, a subtle invitation for him to continue. Her legs relaxed just a fraction, a sign that her body was beginning to surrender to the forbidden sensations he was so expertly eliciting.

Leaning down, Papa Choi’s lips found Dahyun’s. His kiss was soft at first, a tentative exploration of her mouth. Dahyun’s lips remained tightly closed, her head turning slightly to the side in a clear attempt to resist. But Papa Choi was persistent. He gently nudged her lips apart with his, and then deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping inside to taste her.

Dahyun’s body remained tense, her hands clenched at her sides. She wanted to pull away, to scream, but the drug coursing through her system was clouding her judgment, and the forbidden intimacy was stirring something within her, a confusing mix of revulsion and a strange, unsettling pleasure. Her father's lips moved against hers with a practiced expertise, teasing and sucking, igniting a warmth that started in her mouth and spread down to her core.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Dahyun’s resistance began to waver. Her lips softened slightly under his, and a small, involuntary sigh escaped her throat. His tongue continued its sensual exploration, and she found herself unable to completely pull away. A confusing warmth began to spread through her, overriding the initial shock and disgust. Her hands, which had been balled into fists, slowly started to relax, her fingers twitching almost imperceptibly. The pleasure, amplified by the libido enhancer, was becoming increasingly difficult to fight, and against her will, Dahyun found herself surrendering to the forbidden intimacy.

Papa Choi deepened the kiss, his hands now moving freely over Dahyun’s body. He cupped her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, his thumb circling her already hard nipples. Dahyun gasped softly against his lips, a tremor running through her. She tried to pull away, a small whimper escaping her, but her body felt heavy, strangely disconnected from her will. The insistent throbbing between her legs was growing, a distracting heat that made it harder to focus on her revulsion.

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a wet path on her skin as he moved lower, pausing at the swell of her breasts. He licked and sucked on her nipples, drawing them into his mouth, eliciting involuntary moans from Dahyun. Her hands, which had been pushing weakly against his chest, now lay still, her fingers twitching almost imperceptibly.

His hand then slid down her stomach, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her navel before dipping lower, finding the damp warmth between her thighs. He gently parted her folds, his fingers stroking her engorged clitoris. Dahyun’s breath hitched, her hips lifting slightly off the bed, a clear indication of the pleasure she was trying to deny.

“Papa…” she whispered, her voice weak and trembling, but the word lacked any real force of protest. Her legs, which had been pressed tightly together, slowly started to relax, opening slightly in unconscious invitation. His fingers continued their sensual dance, and Dahyun’s head fell back against the pillow, her eyes fluttering shut. The internal battle was losing ground as the effects of the libido enhancer, combined with the skilled touch of her father, began to take complete control. Her small whimpers of protest were gradually being replaced by soft moans of undeniable pleasure, her body slowly but surely surrendering to the forbidden sensations. Leaning further down, Papa Choi’s mouth moved from Dahyun’s stomach to the juncture of her thighs. His lips parted, and his tongue flicked out, tasting the wetness that had already gathered there. A gasp escaped Dahyun’s lips, her hips instantly arching off the bed as the unexpected sensation shot through her. She had been resisting, caught in a web of shock and confusion, but this… this was pure, undeniable pleasure.

Papa Choi’s tongue delved deeper, exploring the swollen folds of her vulva, lapping and sucking with an expertise that belied their familial relationship. Dahyun’s head thrashed back and forth against the pillow, her small whimpers escalating into loud, unrestrained moans. Her body trembled violently, every nerve ending firing with intense delight. Unconsciously, her hands lifted from her sides and found their way to her breasts. Her fingers gently grazed her taut nipples at first, and then, as the pleasure intensified, she began to rub them, her touch becoming more insistent, her fingers pinching and pulling as if seeking to amplify the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. She was completely lost in the moment, her earlier resistance completely forgotten, her body reacting purely to the exquisite torment her father was inflicting with his mouth. Papa Choi, his desire reaching a fever pitch, lifted his head from between Dahyun’s legs. His thick, hard cock pulsed with anticipation. He positioned himself between her now fully spread thighs, the head of his penis nudging against the wet lips of her pussy. He rubbed it slowly across the slick surface, feeling the immediate response as Dahyun’s hips lifted slightly, her eyes opening to look at him with a gaze filled with both pleasure and a clear invitation. The initial shock had completely melted away, replaced by a raw, drug-fueled desire.

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a guttural groan, Papa Choi gripped her hips and thrust forward, driving his thick cock deep inside Dahyun’s slick, welcoming pussy in one powerful stroke.

A gasp of pure pleasure escaped Papa Choi’s lips as he felt the incredible tightness of Dahyun’s pussy gripping his thick cock. It was a sensation unlike any he had experienced before – a perfect, almost painful, fit that sent a jolt of raw desire through him. He remained still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being so deeply embedded within her, his engorged member throbbing with anticipation.

Then, he began to move slowly, withdrawing slightly before thrusting back in, his cock gently exploring the walls of her tight channel. Each movement sent waves of intense pleasure rippling through Dahyun’s body. Her eyes flew open, her previous haze of arousal sharpening into a focus of pure sensation. A cry escaped her lips, a mix of surprise and overwhelming delight at the feeling of her father’s thick cock stretching her so intimately.

“Papa…” she breathed out, her voice trembling and filled with a desperate longing. The sound of her calling him that, a term of endearment now laced with a primal desire, sent another surge of lust through Papa Choi, urging him to continue his forbidden exploration. As the initial tightness began to ease slightly, Papa Choi slowly increased the pace of his thrusts. Dahyun’s milky white thighs, now fully spread and framing his dark cock, rubbed against his hips with each in and out motion, creating a sensual friction that heightened his arousal. He continued to explore her body with his hands as he fucked her. He ran his fingers over the smooth, toned skin of her abs, marveling at the firmness beneath his touch. Then, he moved his attention to her breasts, cupping them in his hands, his thumbs teasing her sensitive nipples, pinching and pulling as he continued his rhythmic pounding deep within her.

Dahyun was completely lost in the overwhelming sensations. Her head thrashed back and forth against the pillow, her moans growing louder and more unrestrained with each deep thrust. “Ugh… Papa… oh, fuck… it feels so good!” she cried out, her voice raw with pleasure. Her body arched with each powerful movement of his cock inside her, her screams echoing through the room, a testament to the intense pleasure he was giving her. The combination of the libido enhancer and her father's skilled lovemaking had completely shattered any remaining resistance, leaving her writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

Just as Papa Choi was about to reach his peak, he felt a sudden, intense tightening around his cock. Dahyun let out a strangled cry, her body stiffening, and he knew what was about to happen. With perfect timing, he pulled his penis out of her just as a powerful stream of liquid erupted from her pussy, spraying all over the sheets beneath her. Dahyun’s whole body arched upwards, her fit form momentarily lifting off the bed in a series of convulsive jerks. Her dance practice had honed her core muscles, giving her incredible control and power, even in this state of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The milky white liquid soaked the sheets around her, a testament to the intensity of her orgasm.

Papa Choi, still hard and pulsing, lifted Dahyun by her thighs, positioning her so she was kneeling on his bent knees, facing him. Her legs straddled his body, her wet pussy hovering just above his erect cock. With a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her down sharply, his thick penis sliding back inside her with a deeper thrust than before. Dahyun’s breath hitched, and a long, shuddering moan escaped her lips. Her body was still reeling from her orgasm, leaving her in a blissful daze, able only to react to the intense pleasure of her father’s powerful cock plunging into her.

With Dahyun kneeling on his knees, her weight pressing down on his lap, Papa Choi gripped her hips firmly, his cock now plunged deeper inside her than ever before. The angle was different, hitting a new spot within her that sent shivers of intense pleasure through her dazed body. Dahyun could only moan, her head lolling back, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as he moved beneath her.

He began to thrust again, each upward movement lifting her slightly before slamming back down onto his engorged member. The friction was incredible, the feeling of her tight walls gripping him so completely, driving him closer to the edge. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around his cock, a lingering effect of her recent orgasm. He savored every moment, the forbidden nature of their encounter only amplifying the raw, primal desire that consumed him.

He continued to fuck her in this position, his hands roaming freely over her body. He cupped her breasts, feeling their softness and the hard tips pressing against his palms. He ran his hands down her back, feeling the smooth curve of her spine and the tautness of her muscles. He explored the delicate dip of her waist and the gentle flare of her hips, his fingers occasionally dipping down to touch the still-wet folds of her pussy.

Dahyun was completely lost in the haze of pleasure, her moans and whimpers the only sounds she could manage. Her body moved instinctively with his, her internal rhythm matching his powerful thrusts. The sensations were overwhelming, the intense friction and deep penetration pushing her further into a state of blissful oblivion.

Then, with a guttural groan that echoed through the room, Papa Choi felt his climax building rapidly. His thrusts became quicker, more frantic, his body tensing with the impending release. He lifted her slightly, bringing her face closer to his. And then, with a final, powerful surge, he emptied his entire load, an insane amount of thick, hot semen erupting from his cock and spraying across Dahyun’s beautiful face, coating her forehead, cheeks, and lips. More of his cum cascaded down her chest, pooling in the valley between her perky breasts, and then streamed down her toned, fit abs, glistening against her smooth skin.

He collapsed back against the edge of the bed, his breathing heavy and ragged, his body still twitching from the intensity of his orgasm. Dahyun remained kneeling above him, her body slick with sweat and his copious semen, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of exhaustion and utter bliss.

Papa Choi, a dark satisfaction washing over him, reached for his phone on the bedside table. He aimed the camera at his daughter, capturing the surreal and deeply taboo scene before him – the beautiful K-pop idol, her face, breasts, and stomach completely covered in his thick, white cum. He snapped several pictures, preserving the evidence of his forbidden conquest.

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IU ONE SHOT- RECORDING FUN

OCx IU

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Both young producers subtly shifted in their chairs, their eyes glued to the vocal booth. When IU, with her characteristic bubbly energy, suddenly bent down to pick up some sheets of paper that had slipped from her music stand, the loose white t-shirt fell forward, and for a brief, glorious moment, the outline of her perky, braless breasts was visible under the thin fabric—the nipples, small and hard, pressed against the cotton, a blatant invitation.

Minho and Hajun. Their hands, which had been resting on the table or their laps, now discreetly moved. the unmistakable bulges forming in their pants, their fingers subtly working beneath the fabric, rubbing their undoubtedly hardening cocks at the unexpected and tantalizing view. They were trying to be inconspicuous, their gazes still seemingly fixed on IU, but their furtive hand movements spoke volumes about the effect the "Queen of Kpop," in her simple attire, was having on them.

IU, utterly absorbed in her playback, leaned forward over the console, the thin white t-shirt stretching taut across her perky breasts. The fabric clung to her skin, and as she bent, the outline of her nipples, hard and prominent, became impossible to ignore. She tapped her foot energetically, and with each beat, her breasts jiggled beneath the loose cotton, a subtle but undeniable display that caught the eyes of both young producers. Her short skirt rode high on her thighs, and when she leaned further, the fabric tightened across her rounded ass, clearly outlining its shape and the faint indentation of her thong.

She then moved closer to Minho, her arm brushing his as she leaned in to point at the screen. The contact caused her breasts to press slightly against her t-shirt, the nipples now pressing even more insistently against the fabric. As she shifted to hear the playback better, her backside brushed against Hajun's leg, a fleeting but noticeable contact with her firm buttocks. The growing bulge in his pants is now unmistakable. Hajun, too, was visibly stiffening, his gaze fixed on IU's movements, a clear indication of his escalating hard-on. IU, lost in her musical world, remained completely oblivious to the blatant arousal she was unintentionally causing with her simple movements and naturally sexy physique.

A knowing smirk now played on IU’s lips. Her initial surprise had morphed into a playful, almost mischievous awareness of the power she held. She subtly adjusted her white t-shirt, deliberately causing it to dip lower in the front, offering a more generous view of the cleavage that had been previously hinted at. She leaned forward onto the console, ostensibly to adjust the volume, but her posture arched her back slightly, pushing her breasts out more prominently against the thin fabric, the hard nipples now unmistakable bulges. She held the position for a few lingering seconds, her gaze flickering between Minho and Hajun, a silent invitation in her eyes.

Then, she straightened up slowly, turning her attention to the monitor, but not before subtly swaying her hips as she moved, the short skirt swirling around her thighs, offering tantalizing glimpses of smooth, bare skin with each rotation. She took a few steps closer to where Minho was sitting, ostensibly to discuss a specific part of the track. As she leaned in to point at the screen, her breast brushed lightly against his arm, a deliberate contact that made him visibly gulp. She held the position close enough that he could undoubtedly feel the heat radiating from her body and see the defined outline of her nipple pressing against the cotton of her shirt.

Next, she moved towards Hajun, using the same tactic of feigned professional closeness. She bent down beside his chair to pick up a stray headphone, her short skirt riding high on her thighs, revealing a significant expanse of her smooth, toned legs. She paused in that bent position for a moment longer than necessary, giving Hajun a direct, unobstructed view of her rounded buttocks outlined beneath the skirt. As she straightened up, she turned slightly, her backside brushing against his leg, a playful and undeniably suggestive contact.

Throughout this deliberate display, IU maintained an air of playful innocence, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she observed the increasingly flushed faces and labored breathing of the two young producers, both of whom were now sporting undeniably massive hard-ons straining against their trousers

IU finally broke the playful silence, a sly grin spreading across her famously charming face. Turning directly to Minho and Hajun, she leaned against the console, her arms crossed, her gaze dropping pointedly to the obvious tents forming over their cocks before flicking back up to their flushed faces. “Well, gentlemen,” she said, her voice laced with amusement and a hint of teasing authority, “it seems my singing has had quite an… uplifting effect on those hard-ons I see.” She let the words hang in the air for a moment, enjoying their visible discomfort.

IU’s face was often described as angelic, a perfect blend of youthful innocence and captivating allure. Her large, expressive eyes held a depth that drew people in, and her smile could light up a room. Her petite yet perfectly proportioned body moved with a natural grace that seemed effortless, and even in a simple white t-shirt that clung to her perky breasts and a short skirt that showcased her toned thighs and the curve of her cute ass, she exuded an undeniable sexiness.

Now, fully aware of the effect she was having, IU decided to turn up the heat. She subtly adjusted her t-shirt, deliberately pulling it lower in the front, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage pushing against the soft cotton, the dark outline of her nipples clearly visible. She leaned forward onto the console, ostensibly to adjust the volume, but her posture arched her back slightly, thrusting her breasts out more prominently, those hard little nipples practically begging for attention. She held the position for a few lingering seconds, her gaze flicking between Minho and Hajun, a silent, overtly sexual invitation in her eyes.

Then, she straightened up slowly, turning her attention to the monitor, but not before deliberately swaying her hips as she moved, the short skirt riding up to reveal even more of her smooth, bare thighs and the enticing roundness of her ass. She took a few steps closer to where Minho was sitting, ostensibly to discuss a specific part of the track. As she leaned in to point at the screen, her breast brushed deliberately against his arm, a soft, lingering contact that made him visibly gulp and his hard cock twitch beneath his pants. She held the position close enough that he could undoubtedly feel the heat radiating from her body and see the distinct peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

Next, she moved towards Hajun, using the same tactic of feigned professional closeness. She bent down beside his chair to pick up a stray headphone, her short skirt riding high on her thighs, revealing a significant expanse of her smooth, toned legs and offering him an eyeful of her perfectly shaped ass outlined beneath the tight fabric. She paused in that bent position for a moment longer than necessary, giving Hajun a direct, unobstructed view that made his already straining cock press even harder against his zipper. As she straightened up, she turned slightly, her backside brushing firmly against his leg, a playful and undeniably sexual contact.

Throughout this deliberate display, IU maintained an air of playful innocence, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she observed the increasingly flushed faces and labored breathing of the two young producers, both of whom were now sporting massive, throbbing hard-ons straining against their trousers, completely submissive to the Kpop queen’s bold and explicit teasing of their lust.

IU, her playful mood now laced with a definite sensual edge, moved from the console and deliberately positioned herself on a chair between Minho and Hajun, making sure her skirt rode up her thighs a little higher as she sat. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lifted both her bare feet, having slipped off her shoes unnoticed, and placed them on the producers' legs. Her soft toes curled slightly as she rested one foot on the inside of Minho's thigh, her heel just grazing his crotch, and the other foot on Hajun's leg, similarly close to his groin. She leaned back slightly, a knowing smile playing on her lips, her gaze flitting between the two visibly flustered young men. She subtly wiggled her toes against their pants, feeling the unmistakable hardness beneath the fabric, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she continued her silent, suggestive teasing.

IU’s playful smile widened into a full-blown, seductive grin. “Alright, gentlemen,” she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, “let’s play a little game. Both of you have been… quite attentive.” She let her gaze drift suggestively downwards towards their straining pants. “Let’s see how long that enthusiasm lasts.” She leaned forward slightly, her eyes gleaming with challenge. “I propose a little endurance test. I’m going to tease you… thoroughly. The first one of you to, shall we say, lose control and let that delicious cum spill out… is out.” She paused for effect, her gaze sweeping between their flushed faces, lingering on their parted lips and dilated pupils. “The winner… gets a very special reward. He gets to fuck me, right here, right now, until we’re both breathless.” Her words hung in the air, thick with promise and raw desire. “The loser,” she added with a mischievous wink, “well, he just has to watch… and not touch his aching cock.”

Without waiting for their verbal assent, though their widened eyes and rapid breathing were answer enough, IU pressed her bare feet more firmly against their legs. Her soft, pale toes, delicate yet surprisingly firm, began a sensual exploration of the contours of their hard-ons through the denim. She ran the arch of her foot slowly up Minho’s inner thigh, her toes then curling around the swollen head of his cock, pressing just hard enough to send a visible tremor through his body. He sucked in a sharp breath, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrests of his chair. Then, she moved her other foot to Hajun’s leg, her heel digging gently but insistently into the bulging head of his erection near his groin, while her toes danced a teasing rhythm along the shaft, feeling the thick vein pulsing beneath her touch. Hajun groaned, a low, guttural sound that he quickly tried to stifle, sweat already beading on his forehead.

IU continued her exquisite torment, her feet moving with a slow, deliberate sensuality that was designed to push them to the very brink. She used the balls of her feet to apply firm, circular pressure right over the tips of their cocks, then trailed her toes down the lengths, occasionally pausing to lightly scratch the denim with her nails. She could feel the desperate tension in their legs, the almost imperceptible tremors that betrayed their struggle to maintain control. Her eyes, half-lidded and sparkling with wicked amusement, flickered between their faces, silently relishing their agony and their obvious, desperate desire. Minho’s jaw was clenched tight, a vein throbbing in his temple, while Hajun’s lips were parted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Both were teetering on the edge, enduring her delicious torture, each desperate to be the lucky one to claim her as his prize.

IU leaned closer, a playful "Yah~" escaping her lips as she eyed their straining jeans. "Looks like our music's got you two worked up, huh?" She tilted her head, a knowing smirk on her face. "Since you're both so… enthusiastic, how about a little naegi game?" (a Korean term for a game or bet). She let her gaze drift suggestively downwards. "The loser has to buy the winner a whole cow of Korean BBQ later. And the winner…" she paused, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "gets a much, much better reward from this noona."

Hesitantly, a blush creeping up their necks, Minho and Hajun reached down. Hajun, looking a bit sheepish but undeniably hard, pulled out his thick, impressive jjokjjok. Beside him, Minho, a nervous excitement on his face, revealed his smaller but equally stiff member.

IU’s eyes widened slightly, a soft "Omo…" escaping her lips as she took in the sight. She knelt gracefully between them, her gaze lingering on Hajun’s longer, thicker kkun before flitting to Minho’s thinner but still eager one. Reaching out with both hands, her fingers, light as a feather, encircled the shafts. “Aigoo, you’re both so cute when you’re excited,” she cooed, her thumb gently tracing the underside of Hajun’s head, then doing the same to Minho. She began to stroke them slowly, teasing the sensitive skin with a feather-light touch, her eyes locked on theirs, a silent challenge in her gaze. “Try your best to hold back, dongsengs,” she whispered, her voice husky and laced with promise, “because this noona is going to make it very, very hard for you.”

IU giggled, a bright, almost innocent sound that somehow made the air in the small room crackle with tension. “Aigoo, you two are so cute when you try so hard,” she repeated, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief as she flicked her gaze between their faces. With a sudden, almost childlike curiosity, she reached out and gently squeezed Hajun’s thicker shaft, her fingers circling its width. “Hyung, yours is really… sturdy,” she commented, her tone both innocent and suggestive, before moving her other hand to Minho’s thinner cock. “And dongsaeng, yours is so… eager.” She gave it a light, teasing flick with her index finger, making him twitch.

Then, with a more deliberate sensuality, IU began to truly tease. She moved her hands up and down their shafts, her touch light and feathery at first, exploring every vein and contour. She’d pause just before the swollen heads, circling them with her fingertips, sometimes even gently pressing down on the sensitive tips, eliciting sharp intakes of breath from both men. Her thumbs would occasionally drift lower, finding the weight of their testicles in her palms, giving them soft squeezes and gentle bounces. She’d lean in close, her breath warm against their skin, whispering little Korean phrases of encouragement and playful taunts, making them both squirm and strain, their bodies aching for release that she was so expertly denying them.

With a playful toss of her head, IU’s fingers found the hem of her white t-shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted it, her gaze locked on the wide eyes of Minho and Hajun as the fabric crept upwards, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. The shirt was pulled over her head, her arms raised in a brief, sensual stretch, and then it dropped to the floor, leaving her upper body completely bare.

Minho and Hajun, their already erect cocks standing stiffly before them, watched her with rapt attention. The sight of IU’s bare breasts, their rosy nipples hard and pointing, sent another surge of blood to their members. Hajun’s thick cock throbbed, a glistening drop of precum appearing at its tip. Minho’s thinner shaft also pulsed, a thin sheen coating its length.

IU’s eyes danced between the two hard cocks. With a slow, deliberate step, she knelt between them, her gaze lingering on the glistening precum. Reaching out a hand, her fingers gently brushed against the tip of Hajun’s cock, smearing the clear fluid across its head. “Looks like someone’s excited,” she purred, her eyes sparkling with amusement, before her fingers trailed down the shaft, collecting more of the precum. She then moved to Minho, her fingers now slick with Hajun’s pre-ejaculate, and repeated the teasing touch, gently coating the head of his smaller cock with the wetness. “And you too,” she whispered, her voice a low, husky invitation.

IU’s touch, though light, sent shivers of anticipation through both Minho and Hajun. As her fingers glided across the sensitive skin of their cocks, they both involuntarily twitched, their breath catching in their throats. IU’s gaze remained locked on theirs, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “So eager, aren’t we?” she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper that seemed to caress their already taut members.

She lingered on Hajun’s thicker cock, her fingers gently circling the corona, feeling the wetness of his precum slick against her skin. She then used her thumb to lightly press down on the underside of his glans, right above the frenulum, a touch that made him groan and his hips buck forward slightly. IU’s eyes darkened with amusement as she witnessed his barely suppressed reaction.

Moving her attention to Minho, her fingers, now glistening with Hajun’s precum, traced the length of his thinner shaft. She noticed the rapid pulse throbbing just beneath the surface. With a delicate touch, she used her fingernail to lightly scratch the underside of his head, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” she warned softly, her gaze locking with his wide, desire-filled eyes. Her bare breasts, swaying slightly with her movements, were now mere inches from their faces, the hard tips practically begging to be touched. The air in the room crackled with unspoken desire, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Both Minho and Hajun were visibly trembling, their cocks straining, slick with precum, desperate for release but held captive by IU’s tantalizing control.

A low chuckle rumbled in Hajun’s chest. While Minho’s face was now slick with sweat, his body visibly twitching with the effort of holding back, Hajun seemed to find a strange sort of control in the intensity of IU’s teasing. His breathing, though rapid, remained steadier, and a confident smirk played on his lips as he met IU’s gaze. He subtly flexed his fingers around her hand that was still stroking his cock, a silent challenge in his eyes.

IU’s eyebrow arched, a flicker of intrigue in her expression. “Oh? Seems like someone’s got a little more willpower than I thought,” she purred, her attention now more focused on Hajun. She leaned closer to him, her bare breasts nearly brushing against his arm. “Let’s see if that lasts, shall we?”

Turning her attention fully to Hajun, IU slid her hand down his shaft, her fingers circling the base before trailing back up, this time her touch becoming firmer. She then leaned in and whispered in his ear, her words a blatant invitation. “Since you’re doing so well, oppa, how about a little reward?” Before Hajun could react, IU swiftly leaned down and flicked her tongue against the underside of his hard cock, right where the head met the shaft, a single, incredibly sensual stroke that made him gasp and his body jerk violently. Minho, witnessing this sudden escalation, let out a strangled groan, his control visibly slipping.

With a playful glint in her eyes, IU decided to push their limits. Focusing on Hajun, she leaned in even closer, her fingers now tracing the length of his thick cock with a more deliberate pressure. She’d pause at the head, using her thumb to gently spread the opening, revealing the sensitive pink flesh within. Her breath hitched as she felt him throb against her touch.

Then, in a move that made Minho gasp, IU lowered her head and took the head of Hajun’s cock into her mouth, her lips closing around it with a wet, eager suction. She began to rhythmically suck, her tongue flicking against the underside, sending shivers through Hajun’s entire body. He gripped the back of his chair, his knuckles white, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to maintain control.

While her mouth worked its magic on Hajun, IU didn’t neglect Minho. She reached down with her free hand and gripped his smaller cock firmly, stroking it with a rapid, insistent rhythm. Minho’s entire body trembled, his breathing becoming ragged gasps. His face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and sheer agony as he teetered on the brink. IU watched him with a predatory gleam in her eyes, enjoying his struggle immensely. She increased the pace of her hand on Minho’s cock while her mouth continued its relentless assault on Hajun, pushing both men closer and closer to their breaking point.

IU knelt between them, her bare breasts swaying slightly with her movements, their rosy peaks tantalizingly close to the faces of the two producers. Her black hair, slightly tousled from her earlier energetic singing and Kiho's touch, framed her flushed cheeks. Her lips, full and slightly parted, were slick with Hajun’s precum, her expression a captivating mix of innocent focus and blatant sensuality as she expertly worked her mouth on his thick cock. Her eyes, dark and gleaming with mischief, occasionally flicked up to meet Hajun’s, a silent challenge and invitation in their depths.

Her mouth moved rhythmically up and down Hajun’s shaft, her cheeks hollowing slightly with each deep stroke. She’d vary the pressure, sometimes sucking firmly, other times teasing him with just her lips and the flick of her tongue, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside of his glans. Small, soft moans escaped her lips, adding to the already charged atmosphere.

Meanwhile, her right hand was working Minho’s smaller cock with a frantic energy. Her fingers gripped his shaft tightly, stroking him rapidly, her focus intent on his face, watching the beads of sweat that dotted his forehead and the way his jaw clenched in a desperate attempt to hold back. She could feel the frantic pulse of his erection in her hand, a clear indication of how close he was to the edge. Her bare breasts bobbed with the speed of her hand movements, a distracting and incredibly arousing sight for the already overwhelmed Minho. The contrast of IU, the beloved Kpop idol, in this semi-nude state, so intimately engaged with both young men, created a potent and incredibly exciting tableau.

IU pulled back from Hajun’s still-erect cock, her lips wet and her eyes sparkling with a mischievous, knowing amusement that sent a shiver of anticipation down Hajun’s spine. She glanced at Minho, who was now looking down, a mixture of disappointment and lingering arousal on his face, and gently stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “You were so close, dongsaeng. You gave it your all. But it seems our hyung here has just a little bit more… staying power.” She then turned her full, captivating attention to Hajun, her smile softening into a slow, deliberate curve that hinted at the pleasure to come.

“Well, Hajun-ssi,” she purred, her voice a silken whisper that seemed to caress his very skin, “you certainly proved yourself… remarkably resilient.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw, then down his neck, lingering for a tantalizing moment over the rapid pulse in his throat. “You endured my… little temptations like a true champion.” She leaned in close, her bare breasts nearly brushing against his chest, her breath warm and sweet against his ear. “Now, as promised…” Her voice dropped even lower, becoming a husky invitation that sent a jolt of pure lust through Hajun. “You’ve earned your reward.” She stepped back slightly, her eyes, dark and gleaming with desire, raking over his body, lingering on the impressive bulge in his pants that still stood proudly erect. “My body is yours to use exactly as you desire. What will you do with your prize, oppa?” The air in the small studio crackled with an almost palpable energy, the unspoken desires hanging heavy between them, the promise of unrestrained pleasure finally within Hajun’s grasp.

Hajun’s eyes, now blazing with confident desire, met IU’s challenging gaze. He reached out slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the anticipation, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her jawline before dipping down to the sensitive skin of her neck. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered a phrase in Korean, his voice low and husky, sending a visible shiver down her spine.

He then moved his hands down her body, his touch light and teasing at first, skimming over her shoulders before pausing just below her collarbone, his thumbs gently caressing the smooth skin there. He watched IU’s reaction, the subtle catch in her breath, the slight parting of her lips, a knowing smirk playing on his own. He knew he had her attention.

With a more confident move, Hajun’s hands slid outwards, his fingers now tracing the curve where her neck met her shoulders, before slowly, sensually, gliding down her arms, lingering for a moment over the sensitive insides of her elbows. He then brought his hands back up, this time his fingers brushing lightly against the sides of her bare breasts, not quite touching the nipples, but creating a tantalizing friction against her skin that made her nipples harden even further. He watched her eyes darken, her breathing becoming more rapid.

Finally, with a slow, deliberate motion, Hajun cupped her breasts in his hands, the weight of them filling his palms perfectly. His thumbs began to gently stroke her already erect nipples, circling them slowly, then pressing down with a firm yet tender touch that made IU gasp softly. He leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear, nibbling gently as his hands continued their sensual exploration. He knew exactly how to touch her, where to tease, and where to apply pressure to elicit the most intense reactions.

Minho stood nearby, his gaze glued to the scene. The expert way Hajun was touching IU, the obvious pleasure radiating from her, was a stark reminder of his own earlier, premature release. A wave of intense jealousy washed over him, mixed with a burning desire to be the one in Hajun’s place, his hands exploring IU’s exquisite body. He could only watch, a silent observer as Hajun, with a knowing confidence that spoke of experience

Hajun’s gaze was now intensely focused on IU’s face, his eyes tracing every delicate feature, from her slightly parted lips to the soft curve of her cheekbones and the intense desire reflected in her dark eyes. He leaned down, his breath warm against her skin as he peppered her face with soft kisses – a lingering press of his lips on her forehead, a gentle nibble on her earlobe, a slow, sensual slide across her cheek. It was clear he intended to savor this moment, to explore every inch of her with a deliberate and knowing touch.

His hands, meanwhile, continued their exploration of her body. He trailed his fingers down her bare torso, his touch feather-light as he mapped the contours of her ribs and the delicate curve of her waist. He then dipped his fingers beneath her short skirt, his touch tentative at first, before becoming more confident as he explored the smooth skin of her thighs, inching his way higher with a clear intention to discover all of her secrets.

Watching this intimate exploration, Minho felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over him. His cock, which had begun to soften slightly after his premature climax, now sprang back to full attention, throbbing with a renewed intensity as he witnessed Hajun’s skilled and sensual touch on IU’s body.

IU, noticing Minho’s renewed state of arousal and the longing in his eyes, looked up at him, her gaze a mix of playfulness and invitation. “Minho-ssi,” she purred, her voice laced with a seductive warmth, “come closer. You should have a good view of your prize, don’t you think? Don’t be shy. Come and watch Hajun enjoy what he won.”

Hajun’s kiss grew increasingly passionate, his tongue plunging deep into IU’s mouth, tasting every corner as he held her breasts firmly, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples with a possessive fervor. IU responded with an equal intensity, her tongue tangling with his, her body molding against his, the friction of their bare chests creating a delicious heat. Soft, wet sounds of their kissing filled the air, punctuated by IU’s occasional sigh of pleasure.

Meanwhile, IU’s hand on Minho’s cock had become more deliberate and firm. She gripped the shaft tightly, her fingers gliding up and down with a practiced rhythm, her thumb pressing firmly on the underside of his head, right where the sensitivity was most intense. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, the rapid pulse a clear indication of his escalating arousal. Her eyes, though mostly focused on Hajun, would occasionally flick down to Minho, a playful, almost teasing glint in their depths as she continued her rhythmic stroking, giving him just enough pleasure to keep him on the edge, a silent promise of more to come. The scene was a blatant display of raw desire, IU effortlessly commanding the attention and lust of both young men.

Following the rhythm of their earlier connection, IU leaned more fully into Hajun’s touch and gaze. He held her face gently, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, before he lowered his head to once again capture her lips. This time his kiss was slow, deliberate, savoring the taste and feel of her mouth. He teased her lips with his, gently sucking and then nipping before deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a languid, sensual dance.

Breaking the kiss, Hajun’s gaze drifted down to the curve of IU’s neck. He trailed soft, wet kisses down her throat, lingering for a moment at the sensitive hollow just above her collarbone, eliciting a soft gasp from her. His lips then moved to her shoulder, where he gently sucked on the soft skin, leaving a faint pink mark. He continued his descent, his kisses now tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, his breath warm against her bare skin.

As he reached her breasts, his attention intensified. He nuzzled against them, inhaling deeply, before showering them with slow, wet kisses. He’d lick and suck on her already hard nipples, drawing them out and teasing them with his tongue, making IU moan with pleasure. Her bare breasts bounced slightly with his ministrations, their rosy tips glistening with his saliva.

Meanwhile, IU’s hand continued its rhythmic work on Minho’s cock, the strokes steady and firm, giving him just enough attention to keep his desire simmering while her focus was clearly on Hajun and the sensual exploration of her divine body. Minho could only watch, a mixture of jealousy and intense arousal swirling within him, as Hajun continued his intimate journey down IU’s torso.

Hajun’s attention remained fixated on IU’s breasts, his hands now cupping them fully, savoring their soft weight in his palms. His thumbs gently stroked the already erect nipples, circling them slowly, teasing the sensitive tips until they were hard pebbles pressing against his skin. He’d then gently squeeze the mounds, feeling their plumpness and the way IU’s breath hitched with each press.

He lowered his head, his lips latching onto one nipple, sucking strongly, drawing it deep into his mouth. IU arched her back slightly, a moan escaping her lips as the intense suction sent a jolt of pleasure through her. Her hands instinctively reached up, her fingers tangling in Hajun’s hair as she pressed his head closer, deepening his ministrations. He’d alternate between sucking and gently nipping, his teeth grazing her delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine.

While his mouth was occupied, Hajun’s hands continued to explore, his fingers now tracing the underside of her other breast, gently kneading and squeezing the soft flesh. He’d sometimes flick his tongue from one nipple to the other, creating a delicious wet sensation that made IU squirm with delight.

Looking down at Minho, whose eyes were glued to the scene with a mixture of longing and frustration, IU let out a soft, suggestive sigh. “Oh, Minho-ssi,” she purred, her voice laced with a teasing satisfaction, “Hajun oppa knows how to make me feel good, doesn’t he? His mouth… It’s so skilled. And his hands… they’re so sure, so knowing. You should pay attention, dongsaeng. You might learn a thing or two.” She let her gaze drift back to Hajun, a blissful smile on her face as he continued his passionate assault on her breasts.

Alright, time for things to get real dirty. Hajun, like he was gonna eat her alive, started moving down IU’s body. He dropped to his knees, his eyes locked on her face for a split second before diving onto her feet. He took one of her bare feet in his hands, running his tongue all over her sole, then sucking on each of her toes like they were lollipops. IU let out a throaty moan, her head falling back against the chair. He moved to her other foot, giving it the same intense, slobbery attention.

Then, Hajun started working his way up her legs, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses up her calves. His hands followed, squeezing and caressing her smooth skin. He paused at her knees, licking around the kneecaps before continuing his upward journey. When he reached her thighs, things got even hotter. He started sucking on her inner thighs, leaving wet trails of his saliva as he moved closer and closer to her sweet spot. He’d tease the insides of her thighs with his fingers, gently parting her folds, his breath hot against her pussy. IU was practically writhing now, her hand pumping Minho’s cock faster, her moans getting louder and dirtier with each of Hajun’s moves. Minho just stood there, his jaw practically on the floor, watching Hajun eat IU out, his cock stiff as a board and aching to be touched like that.

Hajun’s mouth was all over IU’s sweet spot, his tongue going crazy, licking and sucking her womanhood like he was trying to get every last drop of nectar. He used his fingers to gently spread her folds, giving him better access to the little button that was making her moan like crazy. He’d flick his tongue over it, then suck it deep into his mouth, making her body jump on the chair. His fingers were busy inside her too, sliding in and out, stretching her gently, making her feel so full and satisfied. IU was loving every second, her back arching, her hips moving with his mouth.

In between her cries of pleasure, IU looked at Minho, who was practically shaking just watching. A naughty smile touched her lips. “Minho-yah,” she breathed out, her voice all shaky and excited, “Hajun oppa is so good at this, isn’t he? He knows exactly how to make my flower bloom. It feels so wet and warm… and it’s all for him. You’re just getting a handjob, huh? Maybe next time you’ll last longer, and you can taste this sweetness for yourself.” Her words, full of her pleasure and Minho’s denied desires, made him tremble even more, his hand gripping his cock tightly.

Just as IU finished her teasing words to Minho, a deep shudder ripped through her body, and her inner muscles clenched powerfully. A torrent of hot, slick fluid erupted from her core, gushing out in pulsating spurts all over Hajun’s face, mouth, and chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her lips parted in a silent scream of pure ecstasy as she savored the overwhelming sensation of her squirting orgasm. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and soft, whimpering cries escaped her throat as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Hajun, his face slick with IU's juices, didn't hesitate for a moment. He positioned the head of his thick, hard cock right at the wet, glistening entrance of her pussy. The opening was stretched and slick from her earlier arousal and now even more so from her squirt. With a guttural groan that echoed in the small room, he thrust forward, his long shaft sliding in deep, stretching her wide, filling her from the very tip of her cervix to her swollen lips. IU gasped, her eyes flying open, a look of blissful shock on her face as she felt him buried inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer, savoring the feeling of his thick cock filling every inch of her wet, sloppy pussy. Hajun held himself still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his impressive size, the only sound their ragged breathing and the wet squelch of their joined bodies. Then, he began to move, his hard cock sliding in and out of her slick depths with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through both of them

Hajun began to fuck IU, his rhythm shifting constantly. He'd start with slow, deep thrusts, his long, thick cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with a deliberate intensity, allowing her to feel every inch of him filling her. Then he'd pick up the pace, his hips pumping faster, slamming his cock against her G-spot with a satisfying thud, making her cry out with pleasure. Sometimes he’d pull almost out before thrusting back in deep, stretching her wide and making her gasp. The feel of her slick, tight walls gripping his hard cock was driving him wild, the friction creating a delicious heat that made him groan with each thrust.

IU was completely lost in the sensation, her body moving instinctively with Hajun’s rhythm. She’d arch her back and meet his thrusts, her moans echoing in the room, sometimes high-pitched cries of pure ecstasy, other times low, guttural sounds of raw pleasure. Sweat slicked her skin, her hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes were half-closed in a blissful haze.

And then, amidst the intense fucking, IU’s hand, which had been resting near Minho, reached out. Her fingers closed around his still-hard balls, gently squeezing and caressing them while Hajun continued to pound into her. Minho’s breath hitched at her touch, a fresh wave of arousal washing over him despite his earlier release. He watched, mesmerized and still aching, as IU’s face was contorted in pleasure from Hajun’s hard fucking while her hand worked his testicles, a tantalizing reminder of the prize he had lost but was still allowed to witness.

Even as Hajun continued his steady, deep fuck of IU, he began to explore the rest of her body with his free hands. He cupped her face gently as he plunged into her, his eyes locking with hers, a silent connection of pure lust passing between them. Then, his hands would roam, tracing the curve of her shoulders, down her arms, sometimes squeezing her biceps or running his fingers down to her wrists. He'd caress her sides, his thumbs just brushing the underside of her breasts, teasing her without fully committing.

As his cock slid in and out, stretching her with each deliberate thrust, IU’s moans grew louder and more unrestrained. They started as soft gasps, then escalated into guttural cries that echoed in the small recording room. She’d grip his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, her body arching off the chair to meet his deep strokes, every muscle in her core clenching around his thick member. The intensity of his slow, steady fucking, combined with the sensual exploration of his hands, was pushing her closer and closer to another earth-shattering orgasm.

Hajun’s slow, deep thrusts continued, each one driving his thick cock to IU’s depths, making her whimper with a pleasure that bordered on pain. He’d sometimes pause at the very peak of his thrust, holding himself inside her for a long, agonizing moment, making her muscles clench around him before slowly withdrawing and then plunging back in again. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass cheeks as he fucked her from behind while she was still sitting on the chair, her bare breasts bouncing with each of his powerful strokes. The wet sounds of their bodies grinding together filled the room, a symphony of raw desire.

In between Hajun's deep thrusts, IU would turn her head towards Minho, her eyes half-closed with a sensual haze, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Minho-yah,” she’d pant, her voice breathy and filled with the aftershocks of pleasure, “are you enjoying the show? See how much Hajun oppa loves my tight little pussy? He fills me up so nicely, doesn’t he?” She’d then arch her back, pushing her chest out and giving Minho a clear view of her bare breasts, their nipples still hard and erect. Sometimes, as Hajun continued to fuck her, IU would reach out a hand towards Minho, her fingers teasing the waistband of his pants, her touch lingering just above his still-hard cock, a silent reminder of what he had missed out on.

Hajun shifted his grip on IU's hips, angling her body slightly to the side, allowing him to plunge even deeper, his cock now hitting a new spot inside her that made her cry out his name. He leaned forward, his mouth finding her ear, and whispered dirty Korean words, telling her exactly what he wanted to do to her, making her squirm and tighten her grip on his shoulders. His other hand trailed down her stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt, teasing the top of her thighs, occasionally flicking at her still-wet folds.

IU’s moans intensified, becoming a mix of pleasure and desperate need. Her head thrashed back and forth against the chair, her hair a wild mess around her face. She’d occasionally glance at Minho, who was watching with a pained expression, and let out a particularly loud cry of pleasure as Hajun hit a sensitive spot.

Suddenly, IU placed her hands on Hajun’s shoulders, stopping his rhythmic thrusts. “Wait, oppa,” she breathed, her chest heaving, “I want to ride you.” With a fluid motion, she slid off the chair and guided Hajun to lie down on the floor of the recording studio. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with anticipation.

IU straddled him, her wet pussy hovering just above his hard, thick cock. She looked down at him, a predatory gleam in her eyes, before slowly, deliberately lowering herself. With a soft sigh of pure satisfaction, she guided his engorged member inside her slick depths, taking him inch by agonizing inch until he was fully embedded within her wetness.

IU took control, her hips beginning to rock back and forth on Hajun’s hard cock. She set a slow, sensual rhythm at first, savoring the feeling of his thick length filling her. With each downward slide, she’d grind down onto him, taking him as deep as she could, feeling him stretch her wide. Then she’d rise slightly, teasing the head of his penis against her clit before plunging again with a soft, wet slap.

Her moans intensified, each one a little louder than the last. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his flesh as she rode him harder. “Oh, oppa,” she’d gasp between moans, “you feel so good inside me… so big…”

Hajun groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements, his own pleasure building with each stroke. He’d thrust his hips upwards to meet hers, driving even deeper inside her wetness. He watched her face, his eyes filled with lust as he witnessed the raw pleasure that was consuming her.

As IU rode him, grinding her wetness down onto his length, Hajun’s mind raced back to that concert. He hadn't been focused on her voice, not entirely. His eyes had been glued to her body. That white dress, so tight in all the right places, had highlighted the perky swell of her boobs with every movement, and when she turned, the fabric would cling to her round ass, making him clench his fists. He’d imagined what it would feel like to have his hands all over her, to feel the softness of her skin, the weight of her breasts in his palms. He’d fantasized about pushing that dress up, lifting her onto the stage, and sliding his cock deep inside her right there in front of thousands of people. The thought of her legs wrapped around his waist, her moans echoing through the stadium, had been a constant, tantalizing fantasy. And now, feeling her hot, slick pussy gripping his hard cock as she rode him, he realized that fantasy had become his reality.

IU’s movements on top of Hajun became more frantic, her breath catching in sharp gasps as she neared the peak again. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock, milking him with each downward thrust. A low, guttural cry escaped her lips as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, her wet pussy gripping his hard length with a fierce intensity as she climaxed again, her body shuddering with delight. Hajun could feel every contraction, the tightening squeeze of her inner walls around his cock sending his desire soaring.

Minho, standing directly in front of IU, his eyes glued to the sight of her riding Hajun, the raw sexuality of the moment becoming too much to bear. Despite his earlier climax, his cock was still rock-hard, and the sight of IU’s face contorted in pleasure, the wet sounds of their bodies joining, finally pushed him over the edge. A frustrated groan escaped his lips as he felt another surge of semen erupt from his cock, this time without any touch from IU, the involuntary release leaving him feeling both satisfied and incredibly frustrated at having lost the game so decisively.

As the intense tremors of her orgasm subsided, IU’s movements on Hajun shifted. She slowed her pace, her hips now rotating with a deliberate, sensual rhythm. She leaned forward, her bare breasts brushing against his chest, her eyes locking with his. “Now it’s your turn, oppa,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire, “time to reward that magnificent cock and those incredible skills.”

She began to grind down on him with each downward movement, taking him deep inside her wetness, her inner muscles clenching and releasing with a teasing pressure. She’d lean back slightly, just enough to tease the head of his cock against her most sensitive spot, before sliding down again, drawing out a low groan from Hajun. Her focus was now entirely on him, her every move calculated to bring him to the brink of his release.

As she slid up and down his thick cock, she used her hands to explore his body, her fingers tracing the hard muscles of his chest, down his stomach, and then lower, gently squeezing his balls. She’d lean forward, her lips finding his neck, where she’d leave soft, wet kisses and gentle nibbles, sending shivers down his spine. Sometimes, she’d reach down and stroke his cock with her hand, guiding her rhythm with her fingers, adding another layer of sensation to the deep, internal friction. Her focus was solely on bringing him to the edge, using every touch and every movement to push him closer to his reward.

Stretched out beneath her, Hajun’s eyes drank in the glorious sight of IU straddling him. Her bare breasts bounced with a luscious freedom, their nipples brushing against his chest with each sensual dip of her hips. He could see the wet sheen of her pussy as it slid up and down his thick cock, the pink folds glistening in the studio light, gripping him so tightly it felt like his very soul was being squeezed. This woman, IU, whose face and body adorned countless screens, whose mere presence sent waves of adoration through stadiums packed with thirsty fans, was stark naked and riding his dick like a seasoned pro, her every move designed to make him explode. The thought alone was enough to send a jolt of pure, raw lust through him. “IU-yah… fuck,” he groaned out, his voice thick with desperation, “I’m about to blow… I can’t hold back…”

With a playful wiggle of her hips, IU lifted herself off Hajun’s thick cock, the suction creating a soft ‘plop’ as it was released from her soaking wet pussy. She straddled his waist for a moment, looking down at his engorged member with a predatory gleam in her eyes. Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself until her mouth enveloped the head of his large, thick cock.

She started at the base, her lips closing around the thick shaft where it met his body, her tongue flicking over the smooth skin. She then moved lower, gently taking both of his heavy balls into her mouth, sucking on them softly before sliding her lips back up the length of his hard cock. Her tongue danced along the underside, teasing the sensitive frenulum before she finally took the entire head into her mouth, sucking deeply, her cheeks hollowing with each pull. Hajun’s hands immediately went to her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the ground.

IU continued her expert ministrations, her mouth working up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip, the wet sounds filling the studio. Hajun’s moans grew louder, escalating into full-blown cries of pleasure as he neared his breaking point. His body tensed, his breathing becoming ragged, and then, with a final shudder, he unloaded a thick stream of hot cum deep into IU’s mouth, the white fluid nearly overflowing her lips. Minho watched the entire scene, his desire a painful ache in his groin, a stark reminder of his earlier, premature finish and his current unlucky position as a mere spectator.

With deliberate, sensual strokes, IU used her hands and mouth to clean up every last drop of Hajun’s thick, sticky cum from his cock and body. She started by running her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from the base where it met his warm skin, right up to the tip, savoring the salty taste. Then, she took the entire head into her mouth, sucking deeply, creating a wet, slurping sound that echoed in the quiet studio. Her hands worked in tandem, wiping away the excess cum from his stomach and thighs. She even licked the remaining droplets from the curve of his balls, her eyes locking with his, a silent acknowledgment of the intense intimacy they had just shared. Swallowing his final load with a satisfied sigh, she looked down at his still-partially-erect cock and then back up at his face, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. "Wow, Hajun-ssi. You are truly impressive," she breathed, her hand gently squeezing his shaft. "Even compared to my Jongsuk OPPA," she added, using a more intimate form of address, "you are… exceptionally well-endowed and skilled." She leaned in closer, her bare breasts brushing against his chest, a playful glint in her eyes. "In fact," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "you should feel free to come find me, anytime, whenever this noona has a craving for a big, thick cock like yours deep inside her pussy, alright?"

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The Kpop superstar IU, a name that echoed through South Korea and beyond, stepped onto the mini-stage within her private waiting room, a radiant smile illuminating her flawless features. To the thousands who had flocked to her "Golden Hour" concert, she was more than just a singer; she was an icon, the nation's little sister, the dream woman of countless men who fantasized about even a fleeting moment in her presence.

Tonight, adorned in a breathtaking gold and black princess dress, she looked every bit the ethereal queen her fans worshipped. The shoulderless design subtly showcased her delicate, fair shoulders. It offered a tantalizing peek at the gentle slope of her cleavage, enough to set the imaginations of her male admirers into overdrive. She knew their desires, the way even a hint of her perky, round breasts or the glimpse of a slender leg could send them spiraling into self-gratifying fantasies. She often indulged in a bit of playful teasing, the way her loose-fitting t-shirts usually swayed to reveal the gentle bounce of her bra-less breasts was no accident.

Unseen by the adoring throngs, sprawled naked on the velvet sofa behind her, was Kim Ajhussi. Their months-long affair was a whirlwind of stolen touches and frantic fucks in the most unlikely of places – the cramped backseat of her limousine, the echoing silence of empty practice rooms, even the hidden corners of backstage areas, each encounter fueled by IU’s insatiable craving for his thick cock. Now, with two precious hours of undisturbed privacy before she had to command the attention of an entire stadium, he lay unashamedly nude, his impressive, semi-hard cock resting prominently against the edge of the cushion.

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Mr. Lee couldn't quite believe the woman standing in his living room. Even though his son, Jong Suk, was a famous actor, the woman before him was on another level of stardom. IU. Just the name sent ripples through South Korea. A singer, an actress, a national sweetheart. And here she was, in his house, looking at him with such respect, calling him “Father.” It still felt surreal. He was now the father-in-law of the IU.

He tried to maintain a composed expression, nodding slightly as she finished her polite greeting. But his eyes couldn't help but take in her appearance. She was even more stunning in person. Her face, delicate yet striking, held a natural beauty that seemed to radiate from within. And then there was her body. Even in a simple, flowing dress, he could tell she was incredibly fit and toned. Her arms were slender but defined, and the way the fabric draped over her chest hinted at a lovely figure. He could only imagine what she looked like in some of her more glamorous outfits, the ones that graced magazine covers and captivated millions. A sudden, inappropriate thought flashed through his mind – a memory of a photoshoot he had accidentally stumbled upon online, IU in a tight, revealing dress that showcased her curves perfectly. He immediately felt a flush creep up his neck and quickly looked away, trying to regain his composure. He was her father-in-law now. Such thoughts were off-limits. Yet, the image lingered, a testament to her undeniable sex appeal. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the unexpected stirrings within him.

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The next morning, the atmosphere in the Lee household felt thick with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to the usual comfortable domesticity. Papa Lee sat at one side of the large dining table, directly opposite IU. To IU’s right was her boyfriend, his son, Jong Suk, oblivious to the intense, forbidden desires that had simmered in the air the night before. Mama Lee bustled around the kitchen, her movements rhythmic as she placed various breakfast dishes on the table.

IU, seemingly unfazed by their clandestine encounter, looked radiant in a dangerously tiny ensemble. She wore a tight-fitting t-shirt that brazenly highlighted the perky outline of her nipples, even through the thin fabric. Each time she reached for a dish or gestured while speaking to Jong Suk, the shirt rode up just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, toned navel. Her bottoms were nothing more than a sliver of fabric – incredibly short shorts that barely covered her luscious ass cheeks. Her white, milky thighs and legs were on full display, every curve and contour visible for Papa Lee to feast his eyes upon.

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Kim’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the large panoramic windows of IU’s familiar penthouse bedroom. He stretched, his naked limbs tangling in the luxurious silk sheets of her oversized bed. The faint scent of her signature perfume and something subtly floral still clung to the fabric, a scent he had grown accustomed to after their many clandestine encounters. A sense of comfortable warmth and a pleasant ache in his muscles were now welcome reminders of another passionate night spent with IU.

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IU gazed up at Kim, her eyes tracing the length of his thick, hard cock. Despite the lingering satisfaction from her earlier orgasm, a fresh wave of desire churned within her. The sight of his fully erect member, glistening slightly from her earlier attentions, was an undeniable lure. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

“Come here, Ajhussi,” she whispered, her voice still carrying a husky rasp of pleasure. Her small hand reached out, her fingers curling around his, gently tugging him closer. “Don’t just stand there… You know I can’t resist that for long.”

Kim chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that resonated through her body. He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers, a naked lust shining in his eyes. He knelt beside her, his gaze hungrily taking in her bare form, the black shirt clinging to her shoulders, teasingly revealing the curve of her perky breasts and the dark shadow between her thighs.

“And you know I can’t refuse you, Ji Eun-ah,” he replied, his voice a low growl. He reached out, his rough fingers gently caressing her cheek, the contrast of his aged skin against her smooth fairness sending a shiver down her spine. She leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering closed in anticipation of his kiss.

His lips found hers, a slow, tender exploration that quickly deepened into a passionate frenzy. Their tongues met, intertwining and dancing, the familiar heat igniting between them with a fierce intensity. IU’s hands reached up, her fingers tangling in his silver-streaked hair, pulling him closer as she groaned softly into the kiss, the pleasure already building within her. Kim’s hands, meanwhile, began their familiar exploration, one sliding beneath the clinging black shirt to cup her soft breast, his thumb gently teasing her already hard nipple, sending jolts of pure sensation through her. His other hand traced the curve of her waist, down her hip, and finally settled on her bare thigh, his fingers lightly stroking the delicate skin, making her breath catch in her throat.

Breaking the heated kiss, IU looked up at Kim, her eyes filled with a haze of longing. “Please, Ajhussi,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I need you inside me again. Just like before.”

Kim nodded, his gaze mirroring the raw desire in her eyes. He gently shifted her legs, positioning himself between them, his hard cock now throbbing in anticipation. IU instinctively arched her back, raising her hips in offering. With a deep groan, Kim guided the head of his thick member to her wet entrance, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid deep inside her, filling her. IU let out a long sigh of pure bliss, her body instantly relaxing around him, their connection a familiar and deeply satisfying ache.

Underneath him, IU’s body seemed to melt, molding itself against his with a familiarity that belied the secret nature of their relationship. Her legs instinctively wrapped higher around his back, pulling him deeper still, as if trying to absorb every inch of his presence within her. Her breath hitched with each slow, deliberate thrust, and her soft moans, previously suppressed, now escaped her lips more freely, a sensual soundtrack to their clandestine reunion.

Kim’s hands, having found their way beneath her, now cupped her bare buttocks, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he controlled the rhythm of their movements. He savored the feeling of her slick heat enveloping his cock, the way her inner muscles clenched around him with each upward surge. Their gazes remained locked, a silent conversation passing between them – a language of pure, unadulterated desire. The exhaustion from their previous encounter seemed to have vanished, replaced by a renewed hunger, a primal need to connect on this deeply intimate level once more.

As the initial slow movements began to pick up pace, IU’s hands tightened their grip on Kim’s shoulders, her nails digging slightly into his skin. She arched her back further, offering him deeper access, her small whimpers growing more insistent. The rhythmic slapping of their bodies against each other filled the quiet apartment, a stark contrast to the graceful image she projected to the world just hours earlier.

Kim’s hands, which had been gently cupping her buttocks, now moved higher, his fingers finding the firm, sculpted lines of her abs beneath the remnants of her torn shirt. He gripped them tightly, his thumbs pressing into her skin as he used the leverage to lift her hips slightly off him. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust his big, hard cock even further inside her, the head of his member hitting a spot so sensitive that a jolt of pure electricity shot through IU’s body.

Her back arched involuntarily, her head falling back against the wall as a sharp cry escaped her lips. It was so intense, so deep, that she felt her body convulse, the familiar tightening of a second orgasm threatening to overwhelm her right then and there. Her nails dug further into Kim’s shoulders, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The world seemed to narrow down to the feeling of his thick cock buried so deeply within her, the rhythmic pounding sending shockwaves through her entire being. For a fleeting moment, she teetered on the edge of another earth-shattering climax, her body vibrating with uncontrolled pleasure.

Kim was still deeply buried inside IU as she rested her hands on the coffee table, her breath coming in short gasps. Just then, her phone, which was lying on the table, started to ring loudly. The caller ID flashed her manager’s name. A look of slight panic crossed her face.

“Oppa’s calling,” she whispered to Kim, a hint of urgency in her voice. “I need to take this.”

Kim, however, showed no signs of letting her go. He gripped her hips tighter, his cock still firmly lodged inside her. “Not so fast, Ji Eun-ah,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “You’re not going anywhere while I’m still enjoying this.” He gave a deep thrust, making her gasp.

“But I have to answer,” IU pleaded, reaching an arm towards the table, but it was just out of reach. “He’ll get worried.”

“Then you’ll have to work for it,” Kim said, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. He released his grip on her hips, but remained firmly planted inside her.

With a sigh of mingled frustration and arousal, IU pushed herself up onto her knees, her bare ass swaying with the movement. Kim’s cock remained buried deep within her, stretching her with each inch she moved. She began to crawl towards the coffee table, her hands sliding on the polished wood as she tried to keep her balance.

Every movement caused Kim to thrust deeper inside her, the friction intense and incredibly arousing. “Oh, fuck… Ajhussi…” IU moaned with each step, her voice trembling.

“That’s right, Ji Eun-ah,” Kim grunted, his hands now running along her sides, guiding her. “Crawl for me. Show your oppa how eager you are… even with my cock still filling you up.” He gave another deep thrust as she reached the table, making her cry out.

She finally reached her phone and fumbled to answer it, still on her knees, Kim’s hard length a constant presence inside her, throbbing with each heartbeat. “Y-yes, Oppa?” she said into the phone, her voice surprisingly steady despite the scandalous situation she was in. Yes, Oppa, hi,” IU said, trying to infuse her voice with the usual cheerful tone she used for her manager. She gripped the phone tightly, her other hand still bracing herself on the coffee table. Behind her, she could feel Kim’s thick cock pulsing inside her, a constant reminder of her current predicament. She attempted to subtly adjust her position, hoping to lessen the intense sensations, but it only seemed to make Kim’s grip on her waist tighter.

“Everything’s fine here,” she continued, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just finished up… going over some notes.” She could feel Kim’s breath hot against her neck as he leaned in closer.

“Going over me, more like,” he whispered into her ear, just loud enough for her to hear. Then, without warning, he thrust deeply, hitting her sweet spot with precision.

IU’s body jolted, a gasp escaping her lips that she quickly tried to mask with a cough. The phone nearly slipped from her hand. “Yes, the notes are… very detailed,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. She could feel her pussy clenching involuntarily around Kim’s hard cock.

Kim chuckled softly against her ear, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. He began to thrust again, each stroke slow and deliberate, stretching her open and making it increasingly difficult for her to maintain her composure.

“So, what did you need, Oppa?” IU asked, her voice strained as she tried to focus on the conversation while her body was being pleasured so intensely. “Oppa,” IU said, trying to sound as casual as possible, “you don’t need to worry about Kim Ajhussi picking me up early. He was quite tired after the long drive back, so I just let him stay in the guest room here. No need for him to rush back so early.”

Behind her, Kim smirked, hearing her explanation. He took this as an invitation and began to thrust into her with more force, his long, thick cock slapping against her wet flesh with each powerful stroke. The sounds were undeniably audible – a wet, rhythmic schlap schlap that echoed in the quiet room.

IU’s eyes widened in panic. She bit down hard on her lower lip, her knuckles white as she gripped the phone. “Yes, the guest room is… very comfortable,” she managed to say, her voice a little strained. Another deep thrust from Kim made her body tremble, and a small, involuntary moan escaped her throat. She quickly cleared it, hoping her manager hadn't noticed.

Kim, enjoying her struggle to maintain her composure, continued his relentless assault, each thrust sending waves of pleasure and mortification through IU’s body. She could only focus on keeping her voice steady while her bare ass was being pounded by the man behind her, all while talking to her unsuspecting manager. What was that sound, Jieun-ah?” her manager asked, his voice now laced with a hint of concern. “It sounded… odd.”

IU’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible explanation on the spot. “Oh, that?” she said, trying to sound casual. “That was just… Kim Ajhussi moving some furniture in the guest room. He’s a bit clumsy, you know how he is.” She hoped her manager would buy the flimsy excuse.

Just then, Kim, the mischievous glint in his eyes intensifying, slowly crawled closer to her until his chest was pressed against her back. Still buried deep inside her, he reached around and gently turned her face towards him. His lips met hers in a slow, lingering kiss, his tongue gently prying her mouth open while his hips continued their relentless rhythm, pounding his thick cock into her slick depths.

IU’s focus was now completely split – trying to maintain a normal conversation with her manager while being thoroughly ravaged by Kim. She bit her lip again, trying to suppress the moans that threatened to escape as Kim’s deep thrusts continued to rock her body.

“Have you had anything to eat, Jieun-ah?” her manager asked, his voice softening with concern. “You had such a busy day, I want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

IU’s eyes flickered down to where Kim’s thick shaft was still buried deep inside her. Oh, I’ve been fed something good, she thought, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Yes, Oppa, I have,” she replied into the phone, her voice a little breathless. “Kim Ajhussi made sure I… got a good filling. It was… very satisfying, and it hit the spot.” She could feel Kim’s hand caressing her thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of her bare skin. “I’m feeling quite… stuffed. I don’t think I’ll need much for a while.”

As she finished speaking, Kim, with a surprising burst of energy, gripped her waist and expertly flipped her over. Now she was straddling him, facing his head, her bare pussy sliding down his erect cock until she was fully seated on him. She gasped at the sudden change in position, the intensity of the sensation making her grip the phone tightly. She could see the surprised and lustful look in Kim’s eyes as she now rode him, still trying to maintain a normal conversation with her manager on the phone.

Kim’s eyes widened, his gaze immediately drawn to IU’s bare breasts bouncing gently in front of him with each of her movements as she sat on his cock. He reached out, his hands cupping their fullness, his thumbs gently stroking her already erect nipples through the remnants of her torn shirt. He continued to thrust upwards, meeting her rhythm as she rode him, the sensation incredibly intense and intimate.

“Yes, Oppa, I’m feeling much better now,” IU said into the phone, her voice a little breathless but trying to sound reassuring. Kim squeezed one of her nipples gently, making her gasp softly. “Thank you for checking in. Everything is… under control here.” Kim then started to massage her breasts more firmly, eliciting a soft moan from IU that she quickly tried to cover with a cough.

“Alright, Jieun-ah, that’s good to hear. Get some rest, and I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow for the shoot,” her manager said, sounding satisfied.

“I will, Oppa. You too,” IU replied, her gaze now locked with Kim’s, a knowing smile playing on her lips. As her manager said his final goodbye and hung up, IU lowered her phone.

“‘Everything is under control’?” she repeated, her voice a husky whisper, still riding Kim gently. “You certainly took control, Ajhussi. And ‘I got a good filling’? You filled me up nicely.” She leaned down, her bare breasts brushing against Kim’s face. “And as for resting… I think I got a good workout. Don’t you?”

IU tilted her head, a playful but slightly stern expression crossing her face, the kind her fans knew so well. “Ajhussi,” she said, her voice taking on a slightly more formal tone, the ‘queen IU’ making a brief reappearance. “You know that was incredibly risky. What if Oppa had heard something more? It could have been a disaster for my image.”

She paused, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she continued to move her hips against him, the friction causing him to groan softly. “You do enjoy living on the edge, don’t you?” She leaned forward, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “Such reckless behavior from my usually so… reliable Ajhussi.” Her gaze dropped to his chest, then back up to meet his eyes, a clear message of lingering desire in their depths. “But,” she added, her voice softening again as she increased the pace of her riding, “I must admit, it was… quite thrilling. Remind me to scold you more often.”

“You’re right, Ajhussi,” IU gasped, her voice catching in her throat as she threw her head back, her long black hair cascading down her spine. The rhythm of her hips against his quickened, each slide a friction-filled caress, pushing them both closer to the edge. She could feel the intense pressure building within her, a tightening coil of pleasure centered deep in her core. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, and involuntary cries escaped her lips as the waves of her climax began to wash over her, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his thick cock.

Just as she reached the peak, her body shuddering violently with the force of her orgasm, she felt Kim’s release. His deep, guttural moans vibrated against her back as his hot seed pulsed inside her, filling her with a satisfying warmth. They remained entwined, chests heaving against each other, the only sound their ragged breathing and the occasional soft gasp of lingering pleasure.

Finally, as their heartbeats began to slow, Kim gently stroked her sweat-dampened hair. “So, Ji Eun-ah,” he murmured, his voice still thick with spent passion, “after such a… thorough workout, where does Ajhussi sleep tonight?”

IU pulled back just enough to look down at him, a sly, confident smile playing on her lips. With a deliberate, almost theatrical flourish, she reached down and unhooked the remnants of her torn black shirt. The fabric, ripped and useless, fell to the floor in a soft heap, leaving her standing before him in the soft light, completely bare. Her perky breasts stood high, the nipples still tight from their recent attention, her toned abs rippling slightly as she moved. The curve of her hips led down to the dark triangle between her thighs, still glistening with their shared intimacy.

She reached down, her fingers closing firmly around his still-erect, throbbing cock. His length filled her hand perfectly. “You,” she said, her voice a husky purr, her eyes locked onto his with a playful dominance, “You are sleeping exactly where you belong tonight.” She gave his engorged member a suggestive squeeze. Then, turning her back to him, she took a step towards the bedroom door, gently tugging him forward by his cock, guiding him into the dimly lit sanctuary of her personal space.

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WHO WOULD BE THE GUEST IN IU'S PALETTE THAT KIM IS GOING TO FUCK NEXT

In the next chapter of Fucked like the Queen. IU does a palette with an idol or actress from idol groups, who should it be

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Mr. Lee couldn't quite believe the woman standing in his living room. Even though his son, Jong Suk, was a famous actor, the woman before him was on another level of stardom. IU. Just the name sent ripples through South Korea. A singer, an actress, a national sweetheart. And here she was, in his house, looking at him with such respect, calling him “Father.” It still felt surreal. He was now the father-in-law of the IU.

He tried to maintain a composed expression, nodding slightly as she finished her polite greeting. But his eyes couldn't help but take in her appearance. She was even more stunning in person. Her face, delicate yet striking, held a natural beauty that seemed to radiate from within. And then there was her body. Even in a simple, flowing dress, he could tell she was incredibly fit and toned. Her arms were slender but defined, and the way the fabric draped over her chest hinted at a lovely figure. He could only imagine what she looked like in some of her more glamorous outfits, the ones that graced magazine covers and captivated millions. A sudden, inappropriate thought flashed through his mind – a memory of a photoshoot he had accidentally stumbled upon online, IU in a tight, revealing dress that showcased her curves perfectly. He immediately felt a flush creep up his neck and quickly looked away, trying to regain his composure. He was her father-in-law now. Such thoughts were off-limits. Yet, the image lingered, a testament to her undeniable sex appeal. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the unexpected stirrings within him. This was going to take some getting used to.

As IU bent down to place a teacup on the low table in front of him, Mr. Lee’s breath hitched. The neckline of her loose dress dipped just enough to offer a tantalizing glimpse down her front. And there they were – her breasts, undeniably perky and round, with the distinct outline of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric. He couldn't help but recall the many times he had scrolled through photos of her online, his hand finding its way into his pants as he admired her effortless beauty. He had noticed then, just as clearly as he was seeing now, her apparent aversion to bras. Even in the most glamorous of outfits, there was often a natural, unrestrained look to her chest, sometimes with just the hint of pasties underneath.

Now, up close and personal, the view was even more revealing. The way she leaned forward offered him an almost unobstructed look. He could see the gentle curve of her breasts, the way they moved slightly with her breath, and the definite shape of her areolas beneath the fabric. It was a full, uninhibited display of her assets, and she seemed completely unaware of the effect it was having on him, her future father-in-law. She continued to smile sweetly as she adjusted the cup, her focus entirely on the task at hand, utterly oblivious to the internal turmoil and inappropriate thoughts she was stirring within him. He could only gulp, his gaze fixated on the tempting view, his mind racing with forbidden images.

Mr. Lee clenched his fists subtly, trying to divert his thoughts from the growing pressure in his groin. He had only ever experienced this level of arousal when he was alone, scrolling through IU's pictures and videos online. Now, having the real, breathing, incredibly sexy woman right in front of him was proving to be a significant challenge to his self-control.

His eyes followed her every movement, tracing the gentle sway of her hips as she walked around the room. When she bent down to pick up a fallen magazine, her short skirt rode up her thighs, offering him a tantalizing view of her smooth, milky skin. He even caught a glimpse of the curve of her backside, the fabric of her skirt pulling tight against her round ass. His cock, already straining against the confines of his boxers from the earlier view of her breasts, now throbbed with an insistent demand. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hoping his growing erection wasn't too obvious. The situation was becoming increasingly difficult to manage, his body betraying his attempts to remain a respectful future father-in-law. The images flashing through his mind were anything but fatherly, filled with forbidden desires for the woman who was about to become his son's wife

Finally, Mr. Lee got a moment to collect himself when IU mentioned she needed to freshen up and excused herself to use the upstairs bathroom. He slowly rose from his seat, glancing at his wife and son who were now engaged in a quiet conversation. Pretending he needed to stretch his legs, he made his way towards the stairs, his initial intention to simply use the downstairs restroom quickly changing as an idea sparked in his mind.

He ascended the stairs quietly, his heart beginning to pound in his chest with a mixture of nervousness and illicit excitement. As he reached the top landing, he noticed the bathroom door was slightly ajar, a narrow gap revealing a sliver of the room within. A sense of daring, a temptation he couldn't quite resist, washed over him. He hesitated for only a moment before creeping closer to the door.

Pressing his eye to the narrow gap, he peered inside. His breath hitched in his throat. IU was indeed in the bathroom, but she hadn't yet fully disrobed. She was standing in front of the mirror, her back partially turned to the door, her attention seemingly focused on her reflection. Mr. Lee's pulse quickened as he watched her slender fingers reach up and delicately slide one strap of her dress off her shoulder. The fabric, a soft, flowing material, began to slip downwards, revealing the smooth expanse of her pale skin.

He held his breath, his eyes glued to the unfolding scene. IU then repeated the motion with the other strap, and the dress began its slow descent, inch by tantalizing inch. It slid past her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve of her neck and the smooth lines of her back. The top part of the dress loosened, hinting at the treasures hidden beneath.

Mr. Lee’s excitement grew with each passing second. He could see the slight tension in IU’s shoulders as she continued to disrobe, her movements graceful and unhurried. The dress pooled slightly at her waist, clinging to her figure before continuing its downward journey past her hips and thighs. He could now see the gentle curve of her backside, the fabric momentarily catching before finally sliding down her fair legs to gather in a soft circle at her ankles.

There she stood, illuminated by the soft bathroom light, now completely naked from the waist up. Mr. Lee’s eyes feasted on the sight of her bare torso. Her breasts were even more captivating than he had imagined. They were perfectly perky and round, their nipples a rosy hue, standing out prominently. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took. The lack of a bra was even more evident now, and he marveled at their natural, unrestrained beauty. He remembered his online research, the countless photos where she seemed to favor pasties or nothing at all, and now he was witnessing it firsthand. It was an intimate and incredibly arousing sight, a view that he knew was meant for no one but her, yet here he was, a secret observer to this private moment. He felt a surge of guilt mixed with an undeniable thrill. His heart pounded against his ribs, and the pressure in his groin intensified, his earlier stirring now turning into a full-fledged erection pressing against his trousers. He couldn't tear his gaze away, completely captivated by the unexpected and forbidden view of his son's future wife.

What Mr. Lee didn't realize, lost in his voyeuristic thrill, was that from the very moment IU had stepped into his house, she had been keenly aware of his gaze. Having been in the public eye since she was a child, IU possessed an almost sixth sense for how people looked at her, particularly men. Her stunning beauty and figure, constantly scrutinized and admired by millions, had also made her acutely aware of the unspoken desires she often ignited.

She had seen the way his eyes lingered on her just a fraction too long, the subtle widening of his pupils, the almost imperceptible gulp he had taken when she had first greeted him. It was a look she had seen countless times before – a mixture of admiration and undisguised lust. Papa Jongsuk, as she politely called him, was no different.

Her innocent-seeming bend to place the teacup on the table had been anything but. She had felt his gaze intensify as her dress dipped, offering him a glimpse of her braless breasts. It wasn't the first time she had gone without a bra, and she knew the effect it had. It was a small, subtle tease, a silent acknowledgment of the undercurrent of attraction she had sensed.

Later, when she had bent to pick up the magazine, she had been acutely aware of the short hem of her skirt riding up her thighs, offering a fleeting view of her bare backside. She had felt his eyes on her then too, a familiar heat that told her exactly where his thoughts were wandering. It was a game she had unintentionally found herself playing, a subtle dance of attraction and awareness.

Now, as she stood in the bathroom, ostensibly freshening up, her every move was calculated. She had left the door just slightly ajar, a deliberate invitation for the curious eyes she knew were on her. She had felt the familiar weight of his gaze on her back as she stood in front of the mirror. The slow, deliberate removal of her dress straps was a performance, a private show for her future father-in-law. She knew exactly what he was hoping to see, and she was granting him just enough to keep his attention piqued.

As the dress slid down her body, revealing her naked from the waist up, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. And there it was – a fleeting glimpse of Mr. Lee’s eye peeking through the crack in the door. A small, knowing smirk played on her lips. She continued her movements, pretending to be completely unaware of his presence.

Then, as she reached down to gather the fallen dress, she saw it – his reflection in the mirror, moving slightly. His hand, she noticed with a silent amusement, was moving against the front of his trousers. He was rubbing his cock, completely enthralled by the sight of her partially naked body.

A more pronounced smirk now formed on IU’s face. She knew exactly what she was doing, the power she held in this moment. The old man, her boyfriend’s father, was secretly watching her, pleasuring himself at the sight of her undressing. It was a bizarre and slightly unsettling situation, but a part of her, the performer who had always been aware of her effect on audiences, found a strange sense of control in it. She continued to move slowly, giving him ample time to enjoy his secret show

Startled by a sudden, small noise, almost as if a floorboard had creaked just outside the door, IU tilted her head, her ears perked. She feigned a look of curiosity, a slight frown creasing her brow as she turned towards the bathroom door. With a quick, deliberate movement, she swung the door open wider.

And there he was. Mr. Lee, her boyfriend’s father, standing just outside the doorway, his trousers around his ankles, his erect penis clearly visible in his hand. His eyes widened in shock, his face turning a deep shade of red as he realized he had been caught. The surprise on his face was almost comical, a stark contrast to the lecherous gaze he had been sporting moments before in the mirror's reflection.

IU gasped, widening her eyes in mock surprise, her hand flying to her mouth in feigned shock. “Father!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with an exaggerated tone of alarm. “What are you doing?”

Without waiting for an answer, she reached out, her slender fingers wrapping around his wrist. Before he could even stammer out an excuse, she gently but firmly pulled him into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him.

Mr. Lee stood there, utterly dumbfounded, his pants still around his ankles, his hard cock now fully on display in the confines of the bathroom. He couldn't meet IU’s gaze, his face burning with embarrassment and a potent mix of fear and unexpected arousal.

IU, now standing just inches away from him, was completely bare except for a small pair of lace panties. Her perky breasts, still uncovered, almost brushed against his chest through his shirt. The close proximity, the intimacy of the small bathroom, and the undeniable fact that she was standing practically naked in front of him, sent another surge of blood rushing to Mr. Lee’s already engorged penis, making it throb even harder in his hand. He could feel her warm breath on his face, and the faint scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, further fueling his inappropriate desires. The situation had taken an unexpected and incredibly arousing turn, and Mr. Lee was finding it increasingly difficult to control his rapidly escalating excitement.

“Oh, Father,” IU said again, her voice now laced with a playful, teasing tone, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she looked at his flushed face and the hand still gripping his exposed cock. “What were you looking at so intently through the crack?” She took a step closer, her bare breasts almost grazing his chest. “Were you perhaps… admiring my dress?”

Mr. Lee could only stammer, his face growing even redder. “I… I… it’s not what you think…” he managed to choke out, his hand instinctively tightening around his erection.

IU chuckled softly, a low, sultry sound that vibrated through the small bathroom. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, Father,” she purred, her gaze dropping down to his still-exposed member. “It seems… rather enthusiastic to just be admiring a dress.” She reached out a delicate finger and lightly traced the length of his shaft through the air, not quite touching him but making him tremble nonetheless. “Did my little show for you… excite you, Father?”

Her words, so direct and suggestive, sent a shiver down Mr. Lee’s spine. He could feel his body responding even more intensely, his erection throbbing with a life of its own. He could barely meet her eyes, his shame battling with a potent wave of arousal.

Then, IU’s gaze finally settled directly on his cock, her head tilting slightly to the side as she took in its full size and form. A look of genuine surprise crossed her beautiful face. “Oh, my,” she murmured, her voice soft with a hint of awe. “For your age, Father… you are quite… impressive.” Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the thickness of the shaft and the prominent, thick head. “I… I haven’t seen anything quite like that before…” she admitted, her gaze lingering on him with a newfound curiosity.

IU’s gaze then fell upon the glistening drop of pre-cum clinging to the tip of Mr. Lee’s impressive member. Her eyes followed the clear fluid as it slowly dripped down the side. With a sudden, playful glint in her eyes, she reached out a delicate finger and gently swiped the droplet. She brought her finger to her lips, her pink tongue slowly licking away the clear fluid. The taste seemed to intrigue her, her eyes never leaving Mr. Lee’s face as she savored the moment.

Mr. Lee let out a low, involuntary groan, the feeling of her gaze on his cock, combined with the knowledge that she had just tasted his pre-cum, sending a fresh wave of heat surging through him. He trembled slightly under her intense scrutiny.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, IU reached out with both her hands and gently took his hard cock in her grasp. Her small, fair hands barely managed to encircle the thick shaft, her fingertips not quite meeting on the other side. She looked down at it with a mixture of awe and curiosity, her fingers lightly exploring its length and girth. She marveled at how firm and solid it felt in her hands, a stark contrast to her own slender fingers.

“Father,” IU said, her voice carrying a note of playful complaint as she continued to explore the impressive head of his cock, her fingers slick with his pre-cum. “It’s really quite unfair, you know.” She glanced up at his flushed face, her eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. “You have… all of *this*…” She gave his penis a gentle squeeze, her small hands barely encompassing its thickness. “…and Jong Suk…” She paused, a small, teasing smile playing on her lips before she continued, “well, Jong Suk is… different. Not quite as… substantial.”

Mr. Lee could only let out another involuntary groan, his body reacting strongly to her touch and her unexpected comparison. He wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or concerned by her observation about his son.

IU chuckled softly, a low, sultry sound that echoed in the small bathroom. “Honestly, Father,” she whispered conspiratorially, leaning in closer, her bare breasts almost brushing against his arm, “one would think it would be the other way around. You being the older one and… well, not having quite *this* much to offer.” Her eyes widened in feigned innocence as she looked back down at his throbbing cock.

She continued to caress the head, her thumb gently tracing the rim. “You’re making such interesting sounds, Father,” she teased, watching his face carefully. “All that moaning… does my touch bother you?”

Then, she suddenly pressed a finger to his lips, her expression shifting to one of mock seriousness, though the playful glint in her eyes remained. “Shhh, though,” she cautioned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your wife, my… future mother-in-law, and Jong Suk might hear us if you get too loud. We wouldn’t want them to get the wrong idea about what we’re doing in here, now would we?”

“Father,” IU said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, a playful yet determined glint in her eyes. She gently released her grip on his cock and slowly knelt down in front of him. Mr. Lee watched, his heart pounding in his chest, a sense of bewildered anticipation washing over him. What was she planning now?

Then, in a move that took his breath away, IU reached out again, this time guiding the thick head of his penis with both her hands. Slowly, deliberately, she placed it against her face. The smooth, slick head rested against her soft cheek, the warmth of his arousal radiating against her skin.

Mr. Lee stared down at the unbelievable sight. IU, the K-pop queen, the sweetheart of South Korea, kneeling before him with his erect cock pressed against her beautiful face. He felt a surge of shock, disbelief, and an intense wave of arousal unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He could see the faint sheen of his pre-cum coating her cheek, a testament to his heightened state. And as he continued to watch, another droplet of pre-cum escaped, tracing a glistening path down her delicate features.

His own arousal intensified, his cock throbbing even harder at the sight of her kneeling there, his manhood against her face. It was a scene so surreal, so forbidden, that he felt like he might faint. The contrast between her public persona and this intimate act was staggering. He could only stand there, his pants still around his ankles, his cock resting against the cheek of one of the most famous women in the world, completely and utterly stunned.

IU then shifted her position slightly, her gaze lifting from his cock to meet his eyes, a playful yet determined glint in their depths. Slowly, deliberately, she opened her mouth, her lips forming a perfect 'o'. She reached out with both hands again, gently guiding the thick head of his penis towards her open mouth.

She leaned forward, taking as much of him in as she could. The sheer girth of his member became immediately apparent. Her mouth stretched wide, her jaw straining slightly as she tried to accommodate the impressive size. The thick head pressed against her throat, preventing her from taking him all the way in.

Instead of giving up, IU used her tongue to her advantage. She flicked it out, tracing the underside of the thick head, coating it with her saliva. She then moved her mouth slightly, trying different angles, her tongue working diligently to lubricate and cushion the strained parts of her jaw. She sucked gently, creating a tight seal around as much of him as she could manage, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Mr. Lee could only watch, his shock slowly morphing into an intense wave of arousal at the sight of the K-pop icon working her mouth on his cock.

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of IU’s mouth on him, Mr. Lee’s hands instinctively reached out, his fingers tangling in her soft hair as he gently guided her head, deepening the connection. He could feel the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping his cock, the rhythmic suction sending waves of pure ecstasy through his body. Her beautiful face, just inches away, was a picture of concentrated pleasure, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted around his engorged member.

Her tongue worked magic on him, tracing every contour, every vein, with a delicate yet insistent touch. It flicked around the sensitive ridge of his head, sending jolts of delight down to his toes. She paid special attention to the underside, where the frenulum throbbed with heightened sensitivity, her tongue swirling and teasing until Mr. Lee let out a low groan, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward.

The sensations built rapidly, becoming almost unbearable in their intensity. The combination of the tight warmth of her mouth, the slickness of her saliva, and the rhythmic pressure of her suction was pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He tightened his grip on her hair, his body trembling with anticipation. He could feel the unmistakable tremors building within him, the prelude to his release.

And then it happened. A powerful surge of pleasure erupted from deep within him, and his body convulsed as load after load of thick, hot cum shot into IU’s mouth. The sheer volume surprised him, a seemingly endless stream of his life force flooding her senses. Some of it filled her mouth completely, while the excess spilled out, a creamy white river cascading down her chin, across her perky, uncovered breasts, and further down her toned, fit abs, glistening against her smooth skin.

IU choked slightly, a surprised sound escaping her lips as she tried to swallow the unexpected influx. She coughed, a small, sputtering sound, and more of his thick cum spilled out, mixing with her saliva, creating a messy, erotic tableau across her face and body. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she pulled her head back slightly, a trail of his thick ejaculate still clinging to her lips. The air in the small bathroom was thick with the raw, primal scent of their spent desire.

“Ugh, Father!” IU exclaimed, a playful pout forming on her lips as she wiped some of the cum from her chin with the back of her hand. “You didn’t warn me you were going to do that in my mouth!” But even as she complained, a slow, sensual smile spread across her face as her gaze dropped to Mr. Lee’s cock, which was still standing firm and erect.

“But…,” she continued, her voice now a husky whisper, her eyes locking onto his, “I must admit… it was rather… intense.” She stepped closer to him, her bare breasts almost touching his chest again. Leaning in, she placed a hand on his still-throbbing member, her fingers gently circling its base. “And look at you,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the length of his shaft. “Still so eager.”

Her smile widened, becoming more overtly seductive. “Tell you what, Father,” she purred, her voice dropping to a low, dirty whisper that sent shivers down his spine. “This whole week… I want this cock of yours. In my mouth, in my pussy, and maybe even…” she trailed off, her eyes flicking down to her backside before looking back at him with a knowing glint, “maybe even somewhere else. What do you say to that?”

Papa Lee’s throat felt thick and dry. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting from IU’s captivating face down to her still-bare breasts and back again. A wave of guilt washed over him at the thought of his son, the man engaged to this breathtaking woman. He should be horrified, should be telling IU to stop this immediately. But his body screamed a different message. His cock throbbed with a fierce intensity, and all he could think about was burying himself deep inside this stunning creature.

He tried to form words, to utter some semblance of protest, but nothing came out. He just stood there, a middle-aged man caught in the throes of an unexpected and forbidden desire for his son’s fiancée.

IU didn't seem to need a verbal response. Her gaze was still locked on his erect cock, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Her pink tongue darted out, slowly licking her lips as she continued to look at him. It was a blatant, sensual gesture that left no room for misinterpretation. It was clear, in that moment, that any thoughts of Jong Suk had completely vanished from her mind. Her focus was solely on him, on his hard cock, on the promise of the pleasure they could share. Papa Lee could only gulp again, his guilt warring with an overpowering urge to take her up on her offer, to fuck this beautiful woman until she forgot everything and everyone else, including his own son.