“Do you really want me to keep the glasses on?” Dahyun adjusts her glasses, as you’re busy with working on her collarbones. Her chest heaves with the frantic breathing. She’s aroused.
“You look good with them,” you adamantly reply. She looks so fucking good in them. So good that you can’t help but to imagine painting her face and that goddamn eyewear with your seed.
“You’re saying like my bare face looks bad,” she scoffs, moaning softly when your mouth finds her nipple on her tee—no bra.
“It’s hot and hotter, not like–not hot and hot.”
“Good to know.”
Her hands hike her shirt up to reveal her stiff, dusky nipples on her firm chest. You’re resolute in diving in to brush your lips on her, making her squirm in your embrace.
“Fuck,” she hisses, her face wincing. Her glasses fall slightly once more, but she’s quick in pushing them back up. Her free hand is roaming over your back, subtly pushing you into pleasuring her.
Your fingers trace their path along the smoothness of her stomach. She sucks a sudden, shrieking at your overwhelming touches.
“You’re getting better at this,” Dahyun mewls. Her taut body rolls into yours.
You reply with an immediate, harsh suck on her left nipple, eliciting a scream out of her lungs. Her hips buck violently. Your fingers then find themselves teasing the edge of her gray sweatpants—pulling, pushing, promising her the pleasure. Her hips buck up towards you once more, topped with another needy whine.
“Ah–mmmh.”
You take a glance at her gorgeous face, watching how the glasses fit her. You see her eyes peer down towards you, mouth agape to make way for the breathless moans. God, doesn’t she look beautiful?
You slither your fingers below her waistband. You get a feeling of how her hair brushes against your hand. You love it.
“Wow, so you haven’t shaved since our first time, huh?” you chortle.
“I just forgot.”
“Thanks!” you reply cheerfully. Your fingers tease her swollen clit. Her juice smears your digits.
“Y–You’re not i–in the equation, mister,” she snarks, even if her trembling voice says otherwise.
“That’s a rather mean thing to say to your fuck buddy, miss.”
She only replies with a shaken chuckle, as her body is plagued by tautness. The pleasure coursing through her is ostensibly overwhelming—your mouth on her nipple, your finger touching her clit. She’s going to give in to you. She’s yours to take, yours to conquer.
“Fuck me, please,” she pleads.
And you’re more than happy to comply.
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Posted on Jan 8, 2025 with 350 notes
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