Jieun lifted herself from him, Roy's release dripping from her swollen folds, thick strands glistening between her thighs like liquid silk.
The air was thick with the scent of sex—musky, primal—clinging to their heated skin. Her cheeks burned, not just from exertion but from the raw hunger still coursing through her. She pulled him closer, her voice a breathless whisper against his lips.
"Please… take your cock and fuck this pussy again."
The words were a plea, a surrender, and a command all at once.
She turned, pressing her palms flat against the cool bathroom tiles, her back arching in deliberate provocation. The curve of her body was a temptation—long legs trembling, waist narrow enough to make his fingers itch with possession, and that ass, round and defiant, daring him to leave his mark.
He snatched up his pants, his unbuttoned shirt sliding off his shoulders like it was trying to escape responsibility, and hurled them both toward a lonely hanger clinging for dear life on the bathroom wall. The sight of her, bent and waiting, sent a primal rush through him.
Ahh~
He gripped himself, dragging the blunt head of his cock through her pussy, teasing before—one brutal thrust—he buried himself to the hilt.
"Ahhh~!" Jieun's cry shattered the humid air, her body bowing under the invasion. The stretch burned just enough to make her toes curl, her inner walls fluttering around him in desperate welcome.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of skin meeting skin was obscene in the enclosed space, each snap of his hips driving her higher. Her juices coated his thighs, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating. The bathroom echoed with their symphony—wet, rhythmic slaps, Jieun's broken moans, Roy's ragged growls.
"Ahn~! You're—ah!—so deep like this!" Her words dissolved into gasps as Roy tilted her head for a kiss to stop her screaming in pleasure. He didn't want to wake his wife sleep outside. Their kiss was all teeth and tongue, a clash of hunger, his thrusts turning punishing.
Her breasts swayed with each movement, nipples pebbled tight from the rough treatment. Roy palmed one, squeezing until she whimpered, then twisted—just shy of pain.
"Ahhhh!~" Her scream was muffled against his lips, her body tightening around him in response.
"Do you like it?" he growled, rolling her nipple between his fingers as his hips pistoned without mercy.
"Y-yes! I love it—please play with them more!"
There was no shame in her begging, only raw need. Roy obeyed, kneading her flesh, molding her like she was his to shape. He dragged his nails down the soft undersides, reveling in the way her cunt clenched around him, as if trying to pull him deeper.
"Yeah, just like that~! It feels so good inside…" Her voice was slurry, her thoughts spilling unfiltered. "I never thought I'd be like this—fucking you while they sleep outside. Roy, I—ah!—I need you… with you, I'm lost…"
Roy had not expected this from his friend's wife. He had always seen her as the innocent type, yet here she was—having sex with her husband's friend, eager and assertive. The contrast only excited him more
Her confession excited him in a dangerous way. She wasn't helpless. She wasn't trapped. She was lost—lost in him, in this moment, in the way he made her fall apart
He slid a hand down her stomach, fingers finding her clit, already swollen and throbbing.
"How about this?" He circled the aching bud in time with his thrusts, the dual stimulation drawing a broken cry from her lips.
"Fuck! Yes—! If you rub me like this while you're so deep, I'll—I'll cum—!"
She had never felt this good in her life—not even with her husband.
They had been each other's first—five years of dating, two years of marriage—and things had grown… predictable. She'd even joked with her friends about spicing things up, though she'd scolded one who suggested sleeping with someone else.
But now?
Roy's cock stretched her in ways she'd never known, hitting depths her husband never reached. Every thrust rewrote what she thought pleasure could be. And God help her—she loved it
Her thighs shook, her body coiling tight as pleasure spiraled. Roy didn't let up. He hooked an arm under her knee, hiking her leg up, and pounded into her—deeper, harder. Her breast spilled over his other hand, her nipple pinched between his fingers as she came apart.
"I'm gonna fill you again," he snarled. "Your greedy pussy won't let me go."
Jieun's vision whited out as he came, her own climax crashing over her like a riptide. Her juices spilled in rivulets, mixing with his release as her legs gave out. Roy held her up, her trembling body pressed against the wall, his cock still buried inside her, as if refusing to let her escape even now.
She gasped as she felt his cum pumping deep inside her—thick and so hot it made her shiver. This was his third load, and there was still so much. If she hadn't been on the pill, she was sure Roy would've gotten her pregnant right then.
His cock was unlike her husband's—longer, thicker, just… more. Her husband wasn't small by any means, but Roy was in another league entirely.
When he finally pulled out, her hole gaped, his cum oozing in thick ropes down her thighs.
"Ohhh… fuck…" Jieun panted, her voice wrecked. "That was… I've never felt anything like that."
Roy traced a finger through the mess between her legs, bringing it to her lips. She sucked it clean without hesitation, her eyes heavy-lidded—hungry still.
The taste of them both on her tongue was a promise. As she stepped toward Roy, her legs trembled, her balance wavered—then she stumbled. But Roy caught her, pulling her into his embrace.
"Are you all right?"
She smiled up at him, melting into his embrace as his arms tightened around her.
"Yes… just a little tired." A breathy laugh escaped her lips. "I've never orgasm that hard before."
Her eyelids grew heavy, fluttering like moth wings before finally closing. Within seconds, her breathing evened out—exhaustion and satisfaction pulling her into sleep