Momo hands you some kind of performance enhancement in Japan and you both crack each other.
“What are you thinking about?” Momo asks, glancing at you from the corner of her eye to see if you’re watching her.
“Nothing,” you say, eyes closed, arms folded as you sink deeper into the massage chair.
“How do you think of nothing? How is that possible?”
“I’m just thinking about nothing, Momo.”
Momo doesn’t understand a single damn thing, so she sighs, “About today, why did you call it boring? I didn’t really get that.”
“Being bored means I’m doing my job properly.”
Momo takes the drink and walks over, a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips. “Alright then. Here, have this. I know it’s been a long day.”
Playfully, you turn it around with suspicion tugging at the edge of your smile. “You first.”
“Yeah? Okay.” She lifts the cup, hesitating with her lips just above the rim. Then, to your surprise, she gulps down half and passes it back. You take it, hesitating too, but say fuck it to whatever doubts you had and down the whole thing. The taste is tangy and tropical, a mix of orange and pineapple that feels bright and sharp. But there’s a strange bitter aftertaste you can’t quite describe.
You lick your lips and try to catch the aftertaste again with a gulp, “What did you put in here?”
She smirks, alarming your instincts. “Tastes like energy drink, right?”
You want to doubt it. Or maybe you’re just overthinking, imagining Momo would have other wicked intentions while it’s just the two of you in a luxurious vacation home she rented out.
“Whatever,” you reply, putting the drink down on the table. “Shouldn’t you at least show me around Japan, Momo?”
“I’m not your bodyguard,” she laughs. “What’s left to see? Red light district? Drop cash on some girl, take her to a hotel, then sneak back to fuck me because she couldn’t satisfy you? Even if she’s smoking hot, she probably can’t fuck you like I do.”
You’re speechless. Literally.
Coincidentally, the place Momo rented out for two days looks like a love-hotel–inspired vacation home. Hints of red flood the rooms in shadows and glints, from the plush curtains to the gleam of polished surfaces, casting everything in a bold, almost urgent light. The bed is soft and familiar, like the one you have back home. Everything in this place screams luxury, from the kitchen to the architectural garden out back.
On the surface, Momo wanted some fresh air in her home country. No real reason, other than attending a fashion brand event that you couldn’t care less about. But beneath that polite excuse, it was clear she wanted something more for herself—clear enough that you booked a five-star hotel under your name for her manager, leaving the vacation home all to yourselves.
“That’s… not where I intended on going, Momo,” you say, crossing your arms again and sinking into the comfortable massage chair.
She settles across from you on the couch, eyes roaming you from head to toe while your mind drifts elsewhere. The sight stirs something reckless in her, a sudden, unspoken urge to shatter your ever-lasting calm composure.
“I know Sana came over a few days ago. Did you have fun with her, that slut?”
Your eyes spring open, glaring at her silently. It wasn’t friendly or mean, but you’d expect Momo to call Sana a friendlier word.
“Did I hit a nerve?” she ponders, a little taken aback when it was a small joke. “You aren’t in love with her, right, Oppa? I mean Tzuyu is—”
“No,” you quickly confirm to Momo as your voice softens, “why would you say that?”
“A little defensive, aren’t you?” Momo giggles and stares at you, then down to your crotch with a suppressed gulp. “What are you going to do about it?”
Nothing. You won’t do nothing about it in the comfort of relaxing on the massage chair. You want some peace and quiet for the meantime.
Momo waits for an answer, a bit too long as she becomes impatient. “I think I’ll go shower.”
She quickly gets up from the couch and leaves you in the living room, expecting you to join her once she’s fully naked in the shower. Of course, you won’t. You’re too comfortable in the massage chair, rooted in the kind of laziness that’s almost indulgent. You don’t even want to move an inch. The room falls quiet for a moment, until the sound of Momo stepping into the shower and turning it on cuts through. Whatever drink she gave you, your tiredness already fades. Was it really an energy drink? You can’t stop wondering.
Maybe that’s where you mess up—not joining Momo when she’s hinting for you to follow her into the shower. In your defense, you’re not feeling the sudden urge to get a little naughty with her right now. Or maybe she just wanted proper alone time, judging by the way she said it.
Distracted by your phone, you barely notice when Momo shuts off the shower and steps out to dry herself. The bathroom door stays closed but unlocked, as if she’s been waiting for you through the fog for fifteen minutes. With a sigh, she finally opens the door to the bedroom, at least expecting to find you waiting on the bed and giving you such a view of her naked.
Momo chuckles at the empty bed, hair still damp and clinging to her neck, droplets glinting along her shoulders. “That’s… a little annoying."
Reaching for her electric hairdryer, Momo switches it on and begins drying her hair. She frowns slightly as she watches herself emerge through the dissipating fog in the mirror, a trace of disappointment lingering. With a sigh, she calls out, “Oppa!”
Hearing Momo, you groan and push yourself up from the massage chair, moving toward the bedroom. Light spills from the master bathroom as you approach the bedroom, and there she is—naked, standing in the glow.
“Yes, Momo?”
She sets the hairdryer down, flipping it off with a soft click. “You’re smart… but sometimes dumb enough not to get the hint.”
You weren’t looking at her face; your eyes were glued to the rest of her, every curve and line pulling your attention. Every inch of Momo made your pulse spike, your desire hitting like a sudden jolt. Seeing her naked like this sends heat rushing straight to your core. Yet, part of you can’t help noticing her face, still dry, makeup untouched despite the shower.
“Are you just going to stand there and check me out?” Momo adds, while you remain silent. Noticing how hard you already are, she steps closer, hands resting lightly on your shoulders. “Tonight… I want you all to myself.”
Just to stoke the tension, you play a little hard with Momo, letting her imagination run wild for your amusement. “What if I say no?”
“Oh, Oppa,” she whispers, smirking, her gaze locking onto yours. She slides a hand down your chest, fingertips brushing over your abs, letting the touch linger just enough to tease. “You won’t regret it. Do I have to prove myself?”
You stay calm on the outside, mask perfectly in place, but your mind betrays you, remembering how she rode you last time—every movement nearly breaking you. It was a lot to handle, every thrust, every tilt of her hips, yet impossibly intoxicating. Her whimpers sounded like music you couldn’t stop craving, a melody that made you ache to feel her riding you again. Even now, the memory curls through your body, making it impossible to deny the way your desire coils tighter with every thought of her.
Momo presses her hands lightly against your shoulders, teasing, letting you feel the weight of what’s coming tonight. “I see why Jihyo stayed over for days. She spreads her legs so easily for you. The duality of her—so independent, so modest on the outside, yet craves creampies from you.”
You softly chuckle and lift Momo’s chin, forcing her gaze back to yours after she’d drifted toward your broad shoulders. “I think Nayeon ruined our time together. Is that why you brought me here? A second chance without anyone bothering us?”
“Just do me a favor and sit on the bed,” she says. You feel her gentle push, obeying, sliding onto the mattress as your eyes drink her in—every curve, every inch is yours for the night. No distractions, no worries. Momo walks toward you, then kneels on top, knees sinking into the bed as she settles. Your hands find her sides, and she begins to grind slowly, teasing you, her tits brushing against your chest, right in your face.
“You’re not taking my pants off, are you? Just going to tease me until I can’t take it anymore?”
“I like it better when you show some aggression,” she murmurs, leaning close to your ear. “I’m not like Sana.”
“Let’s not bring any names up, Momo,” you murmur, letting your hands sink into the soft, plump curve of her ass. She grinds against you slowly, every press and roll of her hips pressing into your palms, warm and weighty, sending shocks straight through your body. The scent of her shampoo mingles with the heat of her skin, making every nerve ache with need.
“Why? I’ll let you close your eyes and imagine this pussy as Sana’s. Or better yet, get the best of both worlds—my chest as Jihyo’s. Fuck me all you want tonight. I’m not stopping you.”
You’re stunned, too turned on to form words with your face trapped between her chest as lust coils through you. Every curve pressed against your skin drives a heat straight to your cock, and through the haze of lust and desire, a dull ache throbs in your head, teasing against the raw frenzy building inside you.
Maybe it’s the drink she gave you. Whatever it was, it hits like a rush that leaves your mind spinning and your body alive in a way that feels both thrilling and dangerous. That seems to be the case.
She smirks behind you, arms locking you in place as your lips trail over her chest. At least you’re aware of every inch, every movement, and somehow that makes it bearable, because even in this position, you’re getting a full faceful of her tits, and it’s impossible not to sink into it.
Momo shifts slightly and presses you closer until the weight of her chest pins your face in place. The warmth of her skin surrounds you, carrying the faint trace of shampoo and soap, while the soft swell of her tits drags across your lips. She grips your shoulders, steady and deliberate, showing how much she enjoys the tease and the power in holding you there. Your hands clutch at her sides, hungry and restless, and the low hum that slips from her throat runs straight through you is a quiet reminder that tonight she belongs to you.
“Oppa,” she moans with warm breaths brushing your ear. Her tongue slides down your neck, leaving a shiver in its wake. Every small touch pulls you deeper, and you don’t even try to fight it. Maybe it’s the contrast—you still dressed, her freshly showered and bare, or the way Momo presses herself against yours. Whatever it is, it feels new and overwhelming, and far too real to dismiss.
“Momo,” you exhale, trapped between her chest, every nerve on fire. You can’t hold back any longer. “Get on your knees… and get to work.”
“So demanding,” she chuckles, sliding off you with a teasing grace. But instead of dropping to her knees, she walks to the nightstand and opens the top drawer before pulling out a bottle of lube.
You swear that wasn’t there when you searched the whole house. Your eyes narrow as she walks back toward you with the bottle of lube in her hands. Momo chuckles softly at first, then a little louder, making it clear you missed something harmless—but provocative enough to make you question your very career of being a bodyguard.
“Where did you—” Your words catch in your throat, cut off by disbelief and get from the bed for her.
“It was provided, Oppa. I hid it in my purse while you were sweeping the other rooms,” she says, shaking the bottle as she gets on her knees. You don’t even want to question how or why the owner of the vacation home would provide something like this.
Within reach, she grips your waistband as you stand before her, letting her undo your pants and pull them down with your boxers. Your cock springs free, exposed to her gaze. Without hesitation, Momo twists open the bottle of lube, coating her hands until they’re slick and ready.
“Don’t my boobs look amazing from up top?” she breathes, voice low and teasing, leaning close enough that you can feel the heat of her chest against you. Every word drips with challenge and promise, making it impossible to look away.
“They do, Momo.”
And to what you never expected, Momo gives you a front row seat. The lube still slick on her hands glistens as it’s spread over her tits, squeezing them hard. Fingers find nipples, pinching until they ache sharply, a gasp tearing from her lips. Breathing quickens, chest rising fast, tits bouncing as they’re cupped together, slapped lightly, then pinched again, rougher this time. She’s lost in the act, shamelessly playing with herself while you drink in every second. Momo’s face shifts between a grin and something reckless. It isn’t just a tease—it’s a performance, intentional, raw and unapologetic.
“Oppa,” she moans, deliberate and teasing, making you decide whether to stare at her face, her tits, or both at once. Every part of her body commands your attention. “Did Jihyo ever give you a boob job? How about I give you one?”
You gulp, teetering on the edge of madness. “N-no… she never did,” you whisper, barely holding yourself together as she watches your cock twitch in reaction.
“Excited?” she leans in, letting the scent of her brush against you with a wicked smirk in place. “Should I suck your dick… or give you a boob job?”
You can’t decide, wanting both, desperate for both, but for now, the need to feel her mouth takes over. “Bl-blowjob… first,” you stammer, voice shaking, body taut with anticipation. Momo’s smirk widens, reading your need perfectly as she kneels closer, hands sliding down your sides, thumbs brushing the slick heat at the base of your cock. Every second she hesitates, teasing you, makes your impatience spike.
“I knew you’d say that,” she murmurs, leaning close, voice low and teasing. “Sit back down.”
You sit on the edge of the bed without hesitation, eyes fixed on her as she crawls closer on her knees. Momo’s hands, slick with lube, wrap around your cock, and she starts with a slow stroke, teasing every inch with her palms.
“Is that lube… even edible?” you gasp between breaths and quickly take off your shirt.
“Mhm,” she utters, looking down at your cock with a smirk, feeling it already throbbing within seconds of her giving you a handjob.
“Slow down, Momo,” you let out a breath. “You’re going a little fast.”
And she halts, hand still wrapped around your cock, squeezing just enough to make you twitch. “What if I don’t? Would you surprise me with cum all over my face? We’ve barely started, Oppa.”
The urge to shove her face down and have her mouth wrapped around your cock hits you hard, sparked by her teasing words. You know she’s not ready to gag within seconds—at least, not yet, but you can’t help blaming Momo, her slick hands swirling over your cock, teasing and stroking, pushing you closer to the edge, all while making it impossible to resist the urge of cumming.
“You’re talking a bit too much, Momo,” you murmur, half-joking, half-consuming the thought of having her mouth somewhere else.
Momo chuckles and lean closer, spitting right onto the tip of your cock as her saliva runs down your length. Just as you expected, lips part slowly, warm breaths coating you as she answers your desire. The sudden sensation of her mouth wrapping around you makes you gasp. Muscles melt into the pleasure. She sucks you off slowly like a tease, and you can’t take your eyes off her. Watching an idol, naked and on her knees, giving herself to you like this—it’s intoxicating, familiar yet still thrilling, a rush you’ll never take for granted.
You run your hand through her hair and tangle it around your fingers, gathering every strand you can into your palm. The silky weight of it in your grip makes your pulse spike as you tug gently, guiding her head with a firm, teasing insistence. Momo hums around you, the sound vibrates against your cock, and the mixture of resistance and compliance from her only drives you further, every stroke and moan feeding the sexual tension between you two.
“Mhmm,” she utters, feeling a slight pull of her hair as she teases you with her tits, inviting your gaze.
“Relax your mouth,” you murmur, low and deliberate. “You’re going to take it. Exactly how I give it to you.”
Momo smirks knowingly, soaking in the thrill and raw intensity radiating from you. Her eyes flick up to lock with yours, waiting, daring you to take control. Slowly, you push her down, cock sliding deep as every inch presses firmly behind her throat. It’s just the beginning, and there’s no retreat. She closes her eyes, forcing herself to take it no matter how hard it was.
“You should tap out, Momo,” you murmur—though it’s the last thing you actually want her to do. She doesn’t budge, not a single inch, and the stubborn defiance turns you on even more.
She jerks her head back and forth, struggling to hold back a gag, eyes still closed. Cheeks flushed red, she fights to stay quiet—even though you’d let her make every sound if she wanted.
As a small reward, you pull her off, and she gasps sharply for air. A thin trail of saliva drips down her chin. You give a few seconds, just enough before guiding her back down, opening her mouth to take your cock once more.
But this time, you want her to gag, to choke. You want to see it, hear it, feel it. And as if reading your mind, she delivers, gagging under your control, every muffled sound drives you wild. You’ve missed this—the raw, intoxicating noise filling the room.
“Fuck,” you groan, pushing her head down harder, feeling her throat tighten around you. Momo chokes instantly and grips onto your knees as her body shudders. You keep going, five precise strokes, using her mouth for your own pleasure, mind drifting to the sight of her lube-coated breasts. You imagine the moment your cock disappears between that slick cleavage, and it grows impatiently.
Slowly, you pull Momo off, letting her draw in a deep breath in the sudden silence. Chest rising and falling rapidly, cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, lips still slick with saliva, every nerve tingles from the intensity of your aggressive control. She stares at your cock, coated in lube and saliva, a mix of awe, anticipation, and need written across her face.
“Wasn’t that difficult, was it?” you murmur, catching your breath, eyes drinking in her body like you’ve never seen someone so hot and perfect to fuck. Momo’s gaze is half-lidded, chest rising and falling rapidly, gasping as she nods subtly—wanting to prove she can take more. Truth is, she wasn’t fully ready for a rough face fuck. Her hands creep toward your cock, and just as she’s about to wrap her fingers around, you grab her wrist firmly, stopping Momo abruptly.
“Boobs?” she gasps, chest still rising and falling rapidly after taking so much of your cock. Honestly, you feel a flicker of guilt for being so rough before giving all the chances for Momo to relax her throat.
“Yeah,” you murmur, leaning over to brush a strand of hair from her face as she crawls closer. “Was I a little too rough? Be honest.”
Momo clears her throat and wraps her hands around your cock, dragging it across her slick, lube-coated tits with deliberate slaps. “A little,” she admits, lips curling into a mischievous smirk, “but I’m not tapping out.”
“I know you wouldn’t, Momo,” you murmur, enjoying the soft, pillow-like press of your cock between her tits. She strokes you slowly while you can’t tear your eyes away, watching your tip vanish and reappear between her slick cleavage. It’s just satisfying to watch.
“Does it feel good, Oppa?” she glances up to you.
You give her a smile and take a quick breath, “yeah. You’re doing great.”
“Your dick is throbbing,” she murmurs, a soft chuckle escaping as she slows her strokes. “Does it feel that good?” Her eyes lock onto yours, dark and playful, every movement deliberate, making it impossible to think of anything but the slick friction and warmth of her tits.
Do you have to repeat yourself? No—but you will. "Yeah,” you admit, voice low, “why would I lie?”
Before she even replies, Momo spits on your cock as her saliva drips down your length and pooling in the valley of her cleavage. “I want you to cum on my boobs,” she murmurs.
And with a smile, you couldn’t say no to that
As the quietest moans escape her, you lean back, gripping the bedsheets, thrusting just enough to feel your cock squeezed between those soft, firm tits. You can’t just sit and watch—every inch pressed into her chest drives you wild. The slick lube makes it effortlessly easy with her saliva mixed in.
“A little impatient, huh?” she chuckles. Momo delights in the sight—your tip sliding up and down, trapped and slick between her tits, every motion draws a sharp gulp and a wicked smile at the corner of her mouth. Your cock throbs from the pressure of Momo squeezing her tits. Each slick thrust pushes you closer to the edge of euphoria.
“Cum on me, cum on me,” Momo encourages, eyes locked on yours as she cups her tits. In a heartbeat, you grunt, cumming, shooting your warm load up to her chin, leaving a slick mess across her chest.
She can’t help but ponder how much you came after glancing down to see the mess on her tits. Momo leans back slightly, letting you catch your breath, chest heaving, slick warmth still glistening. A smirk tugs at her lips as she wipes a stray droplet with her finger and tastes it while still warm. Before you can even process it, a warm sensation presses against you when Momo dives back down, greedily sucking up every drop left behind that's on your cock.
“Momo,” you gasp.
“Mmh?” she murmurs, pulling off your cock and swallowing the warm remnants of her hard work, savoring every drop that’s still left in her mouth.
“It’s sensitive, that’s all,” you gasp, again.
Momo chuckles and stands up. “Stay right here, “I’ll grab something to wipe the lube off your knees from my hands.”
You hear her footsteps leading to the bathroom, the click of the light switch following. A small, dry towel waits for her. She wets it under the faucet before returning. Bending over, Momo wipes the lube from your knees in one clean swipe.
“Are you that exhausted?” she ask and walks back into the bathroom.
You don’t know the real reason, but again, whatever drink she gave you is probably to blame.
“Kind of, yeah,” you murmur, eyes tracing the curve of her back, lingering on the perfect roundness of her ass as it sways with each step. She leans over the vanity and admires herself in the mirror, wiping the lube and traces of cum.
“Thinking of round two?” she smirks, knowing without even glancing that your eyes are glued to her body.
You hate to admit it, but it’s tempting. Every trace of exhaustion vanishes as you drink in the curves of her body from the side—hips swaying, ass round and inviting, every line catching the light. Leaning over the vanity, the arch of her back and the tilt of her body draws your eyes, making you want more. You hate how easy it is to be drawn in, knowing temptation will win before long.
Momo straightens slightly, glancing over her shoulder without breaking eye contact. She lets her fingers trail along the edge of the vanity, hips shifting just enough to make the sway of her ass impossible to ignore. Every subtle movement, every sway of her body, every glint in her eye tells you she wants this as much as you do—she’s teasing, tempting, daring you to make all the moves.
"I'm already bending over. Why don’t come do something about it, handsome?"
Fuck it, you’re already getting hard again, lusting for more, wanting your hands all over her body. Sliding off the edge of the bed, you move toward the bathroom with anticipation. The second you reach Momo, you press your body against hers, cock brushing the swell of her ass. Your hands grip her hips, pulling Momo closer as a quiet gasp escapes from the sudden aggression.
Momo moans and whispers, “That’s it… use me.”
Your hand trails from her hips up the length of her body, settling firmly around the throat. You squeeze just enough to make Momo’s breath hitch, lips curving into a wicked smile as her eyes linger on the mirror. The sight of you towering behind, your masculine arm only fuels the arousal, driving Momo wild with excitement. The hunger in you sharpens, raw and insistent, caring for nothing beyond your own satisfaction.
Her moans are soft and unguarded, warm little tremors that vibrate against your palm still firm on her throat. Each sound makes your cock twitch harder. Momo melts under your touch, hips rocking, teasing you for what she expects. The heat of her body draws you in, and without waiting any longer, you angle your cock in with your other hand and push forward, parting her folds. Her moan breaks louder and sharper as you penetrate harder into Momo.
You savor this slow start, feeling the slickness of her pussy that’s been begging for you desperately this whole time.
“Stretch me out,” she groans, feeling your cock twitching inside. You look into the mirror, still choking her, seeing the smile she couldn’t hide from your cock deep inside of her.
Before she can continue to say what she wants, you free your hand from her throat and snake your arm around her neck, pulling her into a one-armed chokehold. The sudden shift makes Momo gasp, her body forced upright against yours, back pressed to your chest. She squirms, not to escape, but for the rawness of it, the way your aggression makes her feel small in your hold. Every sharp breath rattles against your arm, and she’s trembling, not from fear, but from the dangerous thrill she craves. To be taken like this, pinned and used, is exactly what she wants.
Your lips brush the edge of her ear as you lean in, tightening your grip just enough to make her whimper. Her pulse beats against your arm, every breath shaky and shallow. “You like this, don’t you?” you clench your teeth and say, low and rough.
“I do,” she smiles, breathless and restrained, the curve of her lips trembling with need. You don’t waste another second to slowly pull out of Momo until only the tip remains. The pause makes her tense, needy, and waiting—then you drive your cock back in, hard enough to rip a scream from her throat. Momo jolts against you, trembling with the shock, and you can feel her walls tightening as if she’s begging for more.
You don’t hold back. Your hips fall into rhythm, thrusting back and forth. Her moans rise against the mirror, soft at first, then louder as your pace quickens. And with your other hand, you use it to grope the firmness of her tits.
She’s fucking loving it. She already surrendered.
To have you relentlessly fucking her like a toy isn’t what anyone in Twice can handle. Momo would even selfishly say that not even Jihyo could. This side of you is all for Momo to what she greedily wants and think.
Each thrust slams Momo’s body against the vanity, her ass pressing perfectly into your hips, every curve bouncing and jiggling. Your hand clamps down on her tits, fingers digging into the soft and firm flesh, tugging and pinching her nipple as she cries out. Her moans turn ragged, a mix of pain and pleasure spilling out in breathless sounds that only fuel you to take her rougher. Every bounce of her ass sends a delicious jolt up your cock. And you thrust even harder from loving the way Momo’s handling it exactly how you want it.
You completely lose yourself. There’s no way this moment could be played out in the future. You never felt so in the moment, so hungry to destroy her pussy. And remember the drink she handed you—it’s taking over you. There’s nothing more to think other than wanting to fuck Momo as she lets out all the desperate moans without holding a single one back.
The rhythm, the slick friction, the way Momo’s body molds perfectly against yours—it’s too much. You love her fuckable body, simply put. Looking into the mirror, you’re so astonished that she’s fighting herself to even stand while her legs are slowly giving out.
“Momo,” you groan, stopping deep inside of her as she gasp and inhales all the air she needed. Momo’s hands still grip your arm for dear life, and the pressure of her fingers against your skin keeps you burning with desire. You pause for a heartbeat and let Momo catch her breath. Slowly, you free her from your embrace, pulling your cock out. “The bed.”
You don’t need to say more. Just one word as you drag her to the bed with your cock still stiff. There’s an overwhelming sensation inside of you, your desires, your thoughts to just fuck the living hell out of Momo that you couldn’t ignore.
As you turn Momo around and push her, she crashes down onto the bed and beckons for more. You’re both in sync, both purely wanting each other for the pleasure. The bathroom light is still on, and that’s nothing you care about when Momo’s legs are spread open with her creamy pussy calling your name. She’s looking right at you with lust and desire. And without a single word, her mouth parts once you insert the tip of your cock back into her pussy.
She whimpers and clenches her teeth, groping her own tits as you stare at how hot this woman is. Momo couldn’t say a damn word as her mouth parts again and bobs her head from the sheer force of your bodies colliding.
“O-Oppa,” she whimpers and looks between her tits to see your cock pounding the life out of her. “Oppa.”
“Take it,” you quickly utter, listening to the noises of pure sex from both your bodies.
“You’re fucking me so good!” she yells out and grunts. Her face turns to the left, eyes closed, teeth clenched, legs barely hanging onto your shoulders. So you lean closer down and choke Momo. Desperately, she clings onto your arm with one hand while the other remains gripped to the bedsheets.
You can’t take your eye off of her and her body while she’s lying on the edge of the bed, and you’re standing up with your cock driving inside of Momo. This is not a dream, you’re fucking an idol who calls you her bodyguard on the surface when there’s more to it underneath.
While you’re beyond distracted, Momo can’t even utter to you that you’re making her cum as she lets out a desperate scream, legs shaking while you’re penetrating Momo in the right spot. You instantly grasp the situation and see Momo’s uncontrollable body spasms. She’s cumming hard as her legs push onto you.
“Ah! Oppa!” she desperately moans, and probably the most memorable and erotic one of the night as her thighs want to close in so badly that you had to slow down for her own good.
You take a breath with your hand gently releasing the pressure off of her neck. Neither were you done as you thrust into Momo at a slower pace like you’re giving her insides a massage. The room turns silent as Momo’s hand that was on your arm gives out and falls on the bed, and like a domino effect, every muscle in her body relaxes.
“So fucking hot,” you quietly groan and brush your fingers close to Momo’s mouth as she tries to wrap one around with her tongue. It didn’t take much when you gave in to see how naughty Momo still is. Your cock throbs from the nerves sent from your finger to your head.
“Cum in me,” she mumbles, swirling and sucking on your finger until it gets messy. Her legs trap you in from above your shoulders. “I want it.”
For a second, you had a crazy thought of wanting to continue only because you’re overwhelmingly turned on. But looking at Momo and yourself, it seems overboard from how tired both of you are getting. The flight back home is scheduled at twelve in the afternoon tomorrow, considering how late it already is by now.
Momo quietly moans as you continue to have your way with her. She’s not rushing you, but it didn’t take much to realize you’re quickly reaching your limit by how slow you’re fucking her. Momo’s giving you time to just indulge yourself in her creamy pussy before she receives a warm gift. She’s loving it, seeing and feeling the way her pussy gets you so motivated.
“Spoil me,” she whispers and takes both your hands to touch her tits. “Please? Give it to me.”
Since she’s being overly clingy and begging for it, why not? Momo deserves every ounce you can give. You’ve already worn her down to the point where it cuts both ways, a double-edged sword turned back on yourself. It was worth it after all.
And so, you keep driving your cock into Momo, every thrust burying you deeper inside. Less than ten strokes were enough to savor all the addictive tightness of her pussy until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your cock throbs harder with each push, a suppressed gasp caught in your throat. She watches with hungry delight, taking pleasure in seeing you lose yourself inside her.
“Oh gosh,” Momo gasps, glancing down between her legs as your cock throbs violently inside. She shudders, walls clenching, savoring the way you flood her completely.
Teeth clenched, chest gasping for air, you fight against the overwhelming surge as your body locks up, cock buried deep inside. When control finally slips back to you, Momo slowly pulls herself off of you and leans back on her hands, legs parted, watching with a breathless grin as thick cum seeps from her pussy.
“Gosh, that’s actually a lot,” she catches her breaths.
Without a word, you sink onto the bed, letting exhaustion finally take hold. Momo’s gaze lingers on your cock, and with a tired groan, she crawls forward, mustering every ounce of strength to take what’s left. Her tongue traces the side, lips pressing softly against the tip, each motion sending jolts through your body. Overwhelmed, you melt into delirium, lost in the heat and sensation she’s coaxing from you.
Momo crashes back down right beside you and stare at the ceiling in amazement while hearing you try to control your breathing.
“Let’s rest for a bit and change the blanket after,” you whisper, sinking into the comfortable bed.
She taps you on the shoulders, “go get us some water instead. My legs are giving out because of you.”
You’ll take that as a compliment, because it’s not like yours weren’t either.