Angel

March 6, 2026, Friday.

Gawon whispered directly into my ear. The words that left her mouth were the most tempting and intense words I heard that day.

“Let's do it, let's have sex.”

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I crashed my lips on her. She stumbled back on her feet with the sudden collision of our mouths. We are basically devouring each other as of the moment. Sloppy kisses echoed in our hotel room, matched by our heavy breathing. Our intense kissing emphasizes how much we are waiting for this.

My tongue is the first to invade her territory this time. Sliding through her lips and swabbed throughout her oral flesh. Her tongue met mine and intertwined with its own without hesitation. Both our tongues danced in rhythm, like they were perfectly made for each other. Our pink organs slithered with one another, smooth like butter.

She pushed me back once again to the wall. She pressed her lips deeper on me, which caused me to open my jaw wider momentarily. She took that chance to infiltrate my mouth and pull my tongue out using her lips. She sucked it like it was a damn straw, slurping my spit, draining me. She kept on sucking and slurping my fluids. It’s so insane that I might lose my mind anytime soon and collapse in delight.

I returned the favor, I pulled my tongue off her mouth and pressed my lips against her. This caused her to stumble back again. This time, she’s the one who’s on the wall. I did the same thing he did to my mouth. I invade her lips to pull her tongue out and slurp her sacred waters.

I mindlessly swallowed her spit. I’m drowning in her warm and savory fluids. What luck do I possess to have a very beautiful woman stick her tongue out and let me suck everything she had in her?

She broke out of our kiss and lightly pushed me downward. She raised her heels and tiptoed while looking down at me with her dreamy eyes. She used both hands to brush my hair, then cupped my cheeks dearly.

“You want to know what the syrup is?” She purred while using her thumbs to gently brush my cheeks.

“Yes.”

“Open your mouth.”

I did what she said, parting my lips, opening my mouth, and ready to accept what syrup she was about to give me.

She angled her face on top of me, then she opened her soft lips with her tongue resting on her lower lip, which was placed inches above my open mouth. A dribble of thick, clear, and bubbly spit slowly descends from the tip of her tongue. The liquid bit by bit closes in my mouth. I involuntarily stick my tongue out, waiting for that fluid to reach me.

The string of split finally landed on my tongue. It slides through my tongue like oil, skating itself down on my throat, which I swallowed. So this is what the syrup was all about. It somehow tasted sweeter and colder; it was different when I slurped her spit directly from her mouth. This method is nastier, but I liked both of them.

Another dribble of her thick liquid appeared from the tip of her tongue. This time, I lapped it upward, meeting with her fluids halfway, and gradually met with her tongue. It ended with another wild kiss, and both of us tasted her syrup. Our pink organs dance one more time, slithering with one another in completely synchronised rhythm.

Our kiss halted, and both of us were panting heavily. Both our lips were covered by our mixed liquid, same goes for our chin. It's so intense that I wanted to eat her again. She wiped my chin, and I did the same to hers, and with extra action, I brushed the lips that I just ate using my thumb. She cupped my cheeks with her right hand before wrapping her arms around my neck. She looked at me dearly, and I felt so loved.

“How is it?” She asked while brushing my hair at the back of my head.

“Tasty.” A straightforward answer.

I did not give her a chance to respond as I crashed my lips into her again. Resuming our passionate kiss and intertwining our tongues once again. If I could just tie a knot using our tongue, and let me enjoy this feeling forever.

My hands roam downwards. Brushing her shoulders and landing on her breast as I give it a light squeeze, I’m going to enjoy it for later. But for now, my hands went further down and found her ass. I knead it as if it's a dough, feeling its firmness.

I can't get enough of her butt; it's soft and firm at the same time. As I knead it, my thoughts wander on how many ass I have touched and poked this day. Gawon is my girlfriend, and I should feel like doing something that I have never done for others.

My hands found their way on the other side, her crotch. I slid my hands underneath the hem of her dress and cupped her womanhood over her safety garments. I can feel its warmth, the heat it radiates.

The last time my hands got close to her sacred part was during our pancake session. Our mouths are still attached, kissing passionately while she responds with low moans during my groping.

I feel her crotch through the thin safety she wore. There’s a damp part on it that is located on the top of a molded out which I suppose was her pussy lips. I traced that pit through her damp fabric; it's slithery and fluffy.

This is the farthest thing I have ever done with her, and I wanted to surpass it. I wanted to go over the limit, and this is the time to do it. By the way she wet her safety, how her body reacts to what I do, and then she shoves her tongue into mine. She's begging for it, and I love it. There's no stopping us now.

Gawon held my arm and pulled it up. Disengaging it from her womanhood. She pulled me in for another deep kiss. Endless swabbing and nonstop tongue intertwining, it's addictive.

“Mwahh~ clothes… bed… hmm~” Gawon managed to slip the word bed in between our kisses.

“Hmm. Hmm.” I answered by humming into her mouth as her tongue kept wrestling mine.

I literally forgot that we were just in the doorway, just a few steps from the door. We moved slowly while taking a step carefully, while our mouths affixed. Those sloppy sounds of our kiss filled the entire room. Finally, we arrived at the middle where a queen-sized bed was placed.

We stopped kissing, another moment to catch our breath. We're standing in the middle with the bed on our side. Gawon unclipped her heels and threw them to the sides. Then she hurriedly reached the back of her dress, pulled the zipper down, then reached its hem and instantly stripped it off.

I did mine as well while she undressed herself, mirroring her. I threw my shoes away and reached the hem of my shirt and yanked it off with a smooth move. Next is my belt, which I tossed to the side. But before I got to unbutton my pants, her hands reached for it to help me strip.

She stripped off her dress, leaving her in her safety black shorts and black bra. She's fast enough to catch up to me as she unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them, and yanked them down. We stripped my pants down in a smooth rhythm as if we were always doing it.

Standing facing each other, our eyes roam over each other's bodies.

Her eyes landed on my fair torso, which is just average for my age, nothing special. I can see her pupils went down on my boxer. There's a hill on it, a pointed hill, my rigid cock was aching to break free from it. Poking through my boxer, excited to attach it to her.

Meanwhile, my eyes scanned her perfect body as well. She looks so fit; her flat tummy matches her fair-sized breasts and long legs. It is as good as the last time I saw it, no, it looks more appetising right now. I can't wait to plant a trail of kisses on that gorgeous body.

I gave her a quick peck on her lips, then she slid into the bed. That leaves me standing, looking at my perfect girlfriend settling into the bed. She is preparing my meal herself.

Before the food got cold, I launched myself into bed to join her. Levelling my head to hers, kissing her passionately once again. 

I kissed her downward, planting kisses from her mouth down to her chin. I smooched her neck, planning to mark her the same way I did with Karina. Going down further, I'm finally facing her covered pancakes.

My hands grabbed each one of them, on top of her black underwear. I kneaded it, slowly at first, gradually increasing the force.

“Uhmmm…” Gawon just silently watched me as her body responded with a little wiggling.

I knead it like dough, though pancakes are not supposed to be kneaded. I leaned in between her breasts and inhaled her scent before kissing her gently. Her chest deserved a mark, too.

I kissed it, sucked it, and licked every bare part of her chest that wasn't covered by her underwear.

“Did you miss it that much?” She stroked my hair and asked me with a smile.

“Yes… so much.”

“Then… eat.” She used her right hand as if reaching something behind her, then I heard a clipping sound, and her bra loosened up.

She let her underwear fall as it freed her breasts. I stared at it. I grabbed it and stripped it completely off her and tossed it aside. Come to think of it, this is the first time I saw her bare chest with clarity.