Casual: Part II

Dahyun’s body tenses up as the first of your fingers enter her soft cunt, one knuckle, two, then almost all the way. Her walls welcome you—contracting along with your lazy motion. She’s velvety. She’s warm. She’s tight. And the most important of all, she’s fucking wet.

“Fuck,” she drags the syllable into an airy moan.

The noises she makes are primal. Her entire body is trembling under your overwhelming touches—mouth on her nipple, a finger inside her, and an anticipation that more are soon to follow.

There’s a wet sound whenever you slide in and out of her cunt. It’s all sticky, full of her own lust. You wonder how she tastes, but now is not the time.

You decide that another finger is needed, so one knuckle, two, then almost all the way. She shrieks as you stretch her out wider. Her voice crescendos, and it’s pleasing to the ears.

“Fuck, you–you feel so full,” she grunts, and this is with your third finger resting just on the outer rim of her cunt.

(To push her to the limit, there’s a switch inside her sitting just along the roof of her pussy—the one that’s going to make her hips fucking jump, the one that’s going to shatter her voice—but now is not the time.)

She curses out your name, God’s. You swear that she looks so gorgeous like this—all writhing and moaning and twisting under your touches, in her goddamn glasses.

You have your thumb brush along the side of her thigh—smooth—heightening the sensations she has been enamored with. Her hips move ever so erratically, bucking up and down into the flutter of your fingers. Her hands find their hold in your hair—twisting, pulling, wrenching. It hurts, but your thoughts are mostly inside her taut body at this instant.

“Want more of these?” you tease, running your index finger along her clit. Your fingers still fuck her carefully.

She peers down to meet your eyes, words all stuttering, “Please.”

One knuckle, two, then almost all the way.

She presses the heel of her hand over her eyes, slightly smiling. The noise coming out is half-moan, half-laugh, as if she’s unable to make sense of what is coursing through her synapses right fucking now.

“Should’ve,” she stutters, there’s nothing but lust in her voice, “tried this the first time, huh?”

“I mean–” you pull back from her stiff bud, saliva drips down from your chin “–you didn’t ask.”

Dahyun laughs, intersected with moans alongside as your fingers are still doing its work. The sticky sounds are more prominent than ever. It echoes around the room with her unstifled whimpers.

“I still have another trick up my sleeve, if you want,” you say.

“Try.”

With the challenge, your fingers push into her as deep as you can (without hurting her, of course), eliciting a soft whimper from her pouty lips. You rest just there, letting the anticipation construct itself.

Voice shaking slightly, she asks, “Waiting for something?”

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Always ha–”

Her whine cuts through the deafening silence of the room. Her hips jump violently into your fluttering fingers. Her fingers yank your head to her side violently. That’s how badly your curl affects her.

“God! Fuck!”

Despite the pain, you quickly find your rhythm inside of Seo Dahyun’s cunt—slide and curl, repeat, again. The friction is lighting every nerve along her spine aflame. She’s overwhelmed. She’s lost. She’s at the mercy of your touch.

“I’m–I’m gonna cum,” she mewls, her hand pushing you down towards her pert breasts again, which you happily take them into your wet mouth once more. Her free hand grips onto the Hello Kitty bedsheets tightly. She’s so fucking frustratingly close.

The familiar ache hits her, you can tell. A glance down her body is enough—to see her feet trembling in pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she’s panting, nodding her head in these tiny little shakes. Her hips push into your touch.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god–”

Her orgasm hits her—loud, electric. She cries out at her own unravelling, head sinking into the pillow. Your name spills out of her little mouth. You push yourself fully into her gushing cunt. The pads of your fingers are pushed into her skin, pressing into the peak of her pleasure. Liquid surges out of her needy, wanton pussy like a fucking fountain.

She groans, yanking your head off her firmness, making you watch the wreck you made of her. She’s all flushed, highlighting all the important features of her taut body. The center of her sweatpants is all wet from her squirt.

Fuck, she just looks beautiful.

“You sure can finger a woman,” she chortles tiredly, panting. Her head is probably still dizzy from the fucking tsunami that just hit her. You can’t help but laugh along.

“I can pull out, right? Been thinking of tasting you.”

“Go,” she stutters, still coming down from her high, her body in the dreamy afterglow, “Go ahead.”

You pull your fingers out of her spent cunt, making her groan under the oversensitivity plaguing her aching core. You watch as her eyes roll into the back of her head through her glasses, letting out a small whimper as your digits graze the inner walls of her cunt. You can’t help giggling.

You watch your fingers slick with her juice under the moonlight, before you give them a taste. Her tangy taste elicits something electric inside your brain—something raw, something carnal. The soft suck becomes harsher and harsher, drinking the very last of her salty juice.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

Dahyun looks at you tiredly, half-smiling at how you’re enjoying her taste.

“Like it?” she gauges, still flushing.

“Three Michelin stars,” you reply with an okay sign. She does taste that good. You lie down and propping yourself up on a single elbow, placing kisses along her nape again. She squirms softly.

“Ready for the real one now?” you huff, your nose brushing along her neck. The scent of vanilla hits you.

Dahyun chuckles, “Glasses on or off?”

“On.”