Honey, This Car Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Sun shined through the trees, the perfect breeze coming through rolled down windows, with music blaring through the car speakers. With no destination in mind, it was necessary enjoyment of your day off, breathing in the refreshing air that flowed through your hair. The perfect start to a relaxing afternoon.

Or so you thought.

“Yah! Learn to drive!”

In a blink of an eye, a deafening thud came from the passenger side that stopped you in your tracks—literally, car tires squealed to a halt, as you frantically tried to keep it under control.

Quite an unwarranted start to the afternoon. With your heart racing a million miles a minute, the car came to a halt. The crunch of metal still rang in your ears when you exited, dusted yourself off, and rubbed the back of your neck.

“Hey idiot! Why’d you stop in the middle of the road!?”

Such a boisterous voice could only belong to the terrible driver who just ruined your day and didn’t know the first thing about the right of way.

“You just crashed into me because you weren’t paying attention!”

The young woman stared daggers and folded her arms. “There wasn’t anybody coming when I turned. You just appeared out of nowhere, dumbass!” she scoffed.

“Dumbass? Maybe if you would look where you were going, you wouldn’t have hit me! Did you get your license out of a cereal box?” You could tell this wouldn’t be a courteous discussion, and she only grew more infuriated.

“Just because you think your shitty sports car makes up for your small dick doesn’t give you the right to drive like an old man!”

This time, you held your tongue and wished she did the same.

“What’s the matter, grandpa? Hit a nerve? I hope you have insurance! My car is ruined!”

Dealing with someone so belligerent was not on your list of things to do today. You just wanted to get this situation over with. None of this would happen if she kept her eyes on the damn road, and she should have been offering apologies, not insults. It unleashed your own temper.

“I’m sure you can pay for the repairs, just like you paid for those fake tits.”

She wasn’t expecting that. Hands by her side balled up into fists, and every word that escaped your mouth stoked the fire in her eyes.

“Listen here, you little shit! How dare you!”

The raven-haired woman rushed towards you like a raging bull that had just spotted the color red. Genuinely, you didn’t think she would actually do anything, but a careless temper was a dangerous thing.

All it took was a simple sidestep to avoid it. Her own momentum betrayed her, and she fell face first into your car. It seemed those flotation devices at the front of her chest did little to soften the blow.

Still, as much of an annoyance as she was, it was hard not to feel bad for her. “Are you okay?”

The woman was stunned, eyebrows raised, placing a hand over her mouth as she checked her face in the reflection and looked for signs of bleeding. Thankfully, she was relatively unscathed. But the damage to her bruised ego, however, couldn’t be repaired easily.

“N-no! You hit me, I’m suing!”

Now she was being ridiculous. “Suing? I didn’t do a damn thing. You tried to strike me, so I moved out of the way. What happened was entirely your fault. Just like when you just plowed my car.”

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t agree, and you unlocked another level of anger. “I only tried to hit you because you insulted my breasts! I’ll have you know they’re all natural!”

That was a pretty poor excuse to assault someone, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at such an absurd statement. She looked like she would scream at any moment. “Fine, I won’t sue you. Just give me five-hundred dollars and we can be done with this mess.”

No chance in hell. “Why would I give someone who hit my car money? I think you must have hit your head too hard, so I’ll call an ambulance.”

“Don’t you dare! I’ll call the police so they can arrest you!”

This stalemate was getting nowhere, it was just getting—staler. You had better things to do than argue with a hysterical stranger, and it was nothing but a he said, she said situation, with no witnesses, evidence, or real purpose. It was giving you a headache, and the woman in white wouldn’t back down. “Listen, let’s both calm down. How about a name?” you offered, trying small talk as a peace offering.

“Why should I tell you that? You’re probably a creep!”

“I’m not a creep. If you’ll stop throwing a fit, we can discuss this like adults—”

“Throwing a fit?” She repeated, fists still by her side, until she slammed her fist into the door of your car. “I’ll show you throwing a fit!”

“Don’t fucking touch my car!”

“Fuck your stupid car! It’s ugly, just like you!” She wound up and punched the door one more time, putting all her rage into her swing—but before she could repeat it, you seized her wrists away from her body.

“What are you doing? Take your hands off me! I knew you were a creep!”

“I’m not a creep! I just don’t want you to keep denting my car. So I’m politely asking you to stop.”

You hated this woman’s attitude. She was snobby, rude, and thought the entire world revolved around her, but damn, she was irritatingly attractive. The distance was close enough that you could smell her sweet perfume, and those breasts —fake or not, you couldn’t stop staring.

And she could tell from a mile away. “Now you’re staring at my tits? Pervert!” she spat, and slapped your cheek. Her palm barely grazed your cheek, but you acted out the pain and pretended to rub the sting.

“It’s hard not to stare when those plastic funbags are practically bursting out of your shirt.”

“So you’re admitting you’re staring! Fucking creep!” Again, she slapped you harder on the other cheek. So easily she fell into your trap.

If she wanted to play dirty, then there was no reason you couldn’t retaliate. “I believe that’s assault. If you’ll excuse me, I need to call the police.”

“W-wait, no! You can’t do that!” The panic on her face was clearer than her pristine skin.

“Why not? You hit me twice. For no good reason, I may add.” You couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared across your face as you grabbed your phone out of your pocket and played her like a fiddle when you pretended to dial it.

“Wait, please!” Such a petulant woman was as whiny as she was hot. It was a shame the pretty face she had was wasted on her.

“Why shouldn’t I report you? Give me one good reason.”

“P-please, I—” Suddenly, tears started rolling down her eyes. Crocodile tears, no doubt, but nonetheless, they had an impact.

She wiped her eyes and sniffled with much exaggeration. “Give me your phone.”

“What? Absolutely not. You’ll break it. Or worse.”

“I w-won’t, I promise. Please,” she pleaded. You couldn’t trust her, but it was hard to ignore a crying woman. Even if she was the literal devil.

Regret was the first thing on your mind when you handed her your unlocked phone. She tilted your phone horizontally, aimed it at her voluptuous chest, and took a handful of pictures before she returned it.

Bribery was the last thing you expected. “What am I supposed to do with these?” you asked, scrolling through multiple copies of the same picture. “You wouldn’t even give me your name because I’m a creep and now you take these for me?”

“It’s Hyewon. And I don’t know, you wanted to look at them so much, now you have all the time in the world. Jerk off to them, for all I care, you pervert!”

It’s not like you wouldn’t enjoy looking at them, but it’s also not like you needed zoomed in pictures of a stranger’s chest.

“Now you won’t report me, right?” Hyewon asked between sniffled words.

What an absurd and odd gesture. “Am I supposed to forget everything just because you gave me a boring shot of those silicone sweater puppies?”

“They’re not fake, asshole! What else do you want from me?”

“You hit my car, and you hit me. I should just take you to court.”

“N-no, don’t! Please, I’m sorry!” It was a little late for apologies, but you had a better idea. You hesitated before choosing your next words.

“Okay. We’ll make this easy. I’ll forget everything that happened in the past hour. Just prove it.”

“Prove it? Prove what?”

“Prove those huge milk bags are all-natural and not artificial.”

Hyewon looked back, her nose wrinkled, eyes narrowed, and her brow furrowed. “You can’t be—I’m not showing you my tits, you pathetic creep!”

“Then I guess I’ll see you in court. With any luck, you’ll get your license suspended.”

“What the fuck!? You wouldn’t!” she said as she stomped her feet.

It was like talking to a child at this point. “You’re right, I wouldn’t. If you weren’t such a bitch to me this whole time.”

“Fuck you, take me to court. I don’t care, I’ll win.”

“It’d be pretty hard to win when I have footage of you ramming directly into me.”

“What? How? There’s no evidence. You’re lying.”

“Am I? Is that why there’s a camera on my dashboard?”

Hyewon looked through one of the car windows to confirm it and spotted the camera sticking out. She knew she was defeated.

“You sneaky little fuck. Fine, I’ll give you a quick peek, and then this’ll be over?”

“A quick peek? No deal. Thirty seconds, at least.”

“Are you fucking kidding? You’re such a loser, but if that’s what it takes, then that’s it. Not a second longer.”

“Then I believe we have a deal, Miss Hyewon,” you said, and extended your hand. She reluctantly shook it, but not without rolling her eyes.

“Fine, deal. Now, where do I do this? I’m not showing you my tits in the middle of the street.”

“My car has tinted windows. The backseat should be the perfect place.”

Hyewon stalled, but there wouldn’t be a better option unless she left the scene of the collision.“Okay, whatever. Let’s get this over with. But don’t try anything funny, you weirdo.”

“I would never. Pinky promise.” With a wicked smile on your face, you opened the door to your car, not forgetting about the dent on it, and gestured Hyewon in. “Ladies, first.”

“Such a fucking gentleman, aren’t you?” she sarcastically said, headed in, and took a seat behind the passenger’s side. You followed her in and planted yourself in the middle, then slapped your thigh to offer her a better seat.

“How about you sit on my lap, sweetie? Wanna get the best view I possibly can.”

Hyewon glared, and showed no initial interest, but had no intention of challenging the gesture—she just wanted to be done with this. Hyewon swung her body over and straddled your lap. It was difficult for her to avoid eye contact, so locked into your view there with no real alternative to focus her attention.

“Thirty seconds, that’s it.” Hyewon grasped the zipper to her white top and dragged it down enough to expose her cleavage. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You couldn’t either. Underneath was a standard black bra that struggled to cover up her shapely large breasts, but did its job in drawing your eyes to them. If she looked this good with just her top loosened, you could only imagine the rest of her.

“Do your panties match this cute bra? Those tits are so huge they’re about to pop out.”

Hyewon couldn’t look more annoyed, like it was her default state. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Maybe I’ve got on a skimpy little thong that barely covers my ass. Or maybe I’m not wearing panties at all.”

Your imagination went wild. Between your legs, your cock twitched at the thought of Hyewon’s perfect body bent over, and seeing her bare cunt with nothing getting in the way.

“Too bad you’ll never find out, asshole. You only get to see my tits, nothing else.” Venom laced her words, and you couldn’t exactly fault her when you were taking advantage of her.

“I can feel your boner. Isn’t it a little pathetic that you’re hard already?”

“It’s a natural reaction, you can’t blame me.”

“But I can blame you for being a blackmailing douchebag!”

“Blackmailed? Please, I’m hurt by that. But maybe after you fulfill your end of the deal, I’ll let you see what I’m packing.”

“Ew, no. I don’t want to see your shriveled little dick. I know you’ve got nothing but a tube sock stuffed down your pants.”

You chuckled. “Not like you could handle a big cock in that loose little cunt of yours.”

“Fuck you, I bet you’ve never made a woman cum. Even if you are as big as claim, you’re probably a fucking virgin. “

“Oh, shut the hell up and unleash those tits. Your cheap perfume is making my car smell.”

“That’s just the smell of you not showering in a week. I can’t wait until I never have to see your disgusting face ever again.”

The constant bickering was exhausting, but if you got to see those alleged real breasts, it would be worth the trouble. With much urgency, Hyewon reached behind her, unclipped her bra, and pulled it down enough to release her sizable breasts, bouncing deliciously when freed.

“Time starts now, asshole. And try not to drool on me.” If there were any god in the world that existed, you’d pray to find a way to stop time.

Because they were irrefutably the most perfect set of breasts you’d ever laid your eyes on. The entire time your mouth was slack jawed, and you desperately needed the mental image of Hyewon’s huge mounds burned into your brain.

You just stared in a trance at the supple flesh of Hyewon’s chest, foaming at the mouth, desperate to taste her gorgeous swollen nipples. No time to even blink, too laser-focused to memorize every curve, every slope, and minute detail until it overloaded your brain.

But then the obstructive beep of time ending just had to ruin the party.

“Hope you enjoyed it, pervert.” Hyewon let out a smug smile as she placed her breasts back in her bra. Your disappointment was immeasurable. “There, we’re done here. Now you can admit they’re real. Now, where’s my apology?”

“They’re not bad, I guess. I’ve seen better.”

“Not bad? Fuck off, these are the best part of tits you’ve ever seen.”

She wasn’t wrong, but—you still had your doubts. “I can’t exactly tell they’re real just by looking at them, can I?”

“What? Of course you can. Fake boobs are so gross and obvious!”

“That might have been true in the past, but plastic surgery has gotten so much better these days. There’s really only one way to find out if our spoiled princess has gotten any work done.”

“What?”

“Do I really have to spell it out?”

“Well, obviously. Since I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“I believe a closer inspection is in order. Then you can be on your way, and we’ll be out of each other’s lives forever.”

Hyewon put the pieces together. “What? No fucking way.”

“If they’re real, then shouldn’t you be proud of them? And what better way to prove they’re real than to let someone feel them up?”

“Fuck off, let me out of this piece of shit car.”

“Okay, then our deal is off.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Are you going to cry again?”

“Go fuck yourself, asshole!”

“But it’d be much better if I could fuck you, Hyewon.”

“Not a fucking chance. Not like you could ever satisfy me in your wildest dreams.”

“Oh, I don’t think it would be that hard. Your panties are probably wet just thinking about my big cock stretching you out. Maybe you’re the virgin who’s never had a cock inside her.”

“T-that’s not true. I’ve had plenty of dicks inside of me. Even multiple at once!”

“Sure you have. I bet they had just as much silicone as that chest of yours.”

“God, I hate you!”

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual. If only you’d admit you rammed my car, and apologized, this never would have spiraled out of control like this. Now get off me and get the fuck out of my car. I’ll go take my chances with the police.”

“Fine! You don’t believe me? Squeeze these amazing tits, because you’ll never get to be with a woman like me in your life ever, you bastard!”

All part of the plan. Hopefully, one you wouldn’t come to regret, one that lit a fire inside her, one that couldn’t be extinguished with an entire firefighter squad. In a fit of rage, Hyewon ripped her bra off, bared her breasts once more and grabbed your hands, abruptly placing them on her chest.

“Feel them, you sicko! See how fucking soft they are? No shitty fake boobs feel like these. Go ahead, squeeze them, you pervert!” The seething rage in Hyewon’s eyes made it even more arousing, and it was a moment that you hoped lasted much longer than thirty seconds.

Not hesitating, you squeezed her pillowy soft large breasts, and felt the glory of them in between your fingertips, like nothing had been in your hands before. Hyewon was driving you crazy. Hands full of her tits, you cupped them and gave a firm squeeze, savoring the warmth that radiated from the heavenly flesh you played with, delighted with how perfect they felt. Taut nipples hardened against your palm, and you used your thumbs to tease them, earning an unexpected moan.

“H-hey, I didn’t say you could do that…”

“What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll cream your panties? I’ll stop then.”

“No, don’t!” Hyewon desperately said. It was a sudden reversal of her character—just the littlest touch of your hands grazing her sensitive nipples, and it was like she became a decent human.

“They feel—they feel so good.” It was regrettable that you couldn’t say anything more profound about them, but who could blame you when your mind turned to mush. “I was wrong. They’re definitely real.”

Hyewon smiled for the first time. ”I told you, idiot.“ When she wasn’t yelling obscenities at you, she was downright ethereal, her striking beauty second to none. It made playing with Hyewon’s huge breasts more satisfying, kneading them to your heart’s content.

“Okay, hands off.” Hyewon abruptly pushed your hands off her chest faster than she yanked them. You could deal with her mood swings, but the fun was over—maybe you had been too greedy.

“Stopping me before you get too wet?”

“"Hmph. I-I’m not wet! I’m dry as a desert right now.”

“You’re a bad liar, Hyewon. I can see the arousal in those eyes.”

“You’re seeing what you want to see. I’m not even a little turned on by you.”

Another lie. Hyewon would make a terrible poker player. “You liked when I played with your cute little nipples, didn’t you? It was only for a few seconds, but I’m sure it made you dripping.”

Hyewon desperately avoided eye contact. “We both know you moaned. But I get it. You think I’m an asshole, so you’d rather just go home and shove a dildo up your cunt for the 400th time.”

“Do you ever shut up? I don’t even use toys, I prefer the real thing. And I’ve taken bigger cocks than you could only imagine,”Hyewon snapped, returning to the fiery woman you met at the first rude introduction.

“Do they have names? Or do you just remember the brands?”

“Ugh, you really are an asshole. I just fucked someone yesterday!”

“Lying again. You really are predictable, Hyewon.”

“I’m not lying! I get more dick than I know what to do with.”

“That’s because you’re inexperienced. That annoying mouth of yours can’t take more than a few inches down your throat.”

“Oh, whatever. You’re just used to women pretending to be satisfied with the disappointment between your legs. There’s no way you’ve got anything past four inches hiding in those pants.”

“Call my bluff then. If I’m lying, then I’ll pay your five-hundred dollars you wanted. I’ll even double it.“

The idea revolted Hyewon, but yet—she couldn’t back down. “Fine. Whip it out. I could use some new outfits.”

“Yeah, I’m sure the thrift store loves your business.”

“Fuck off!”

“Care to do the honors?”

“Sure, why not? That way, I can see what a letdown looks like up close and personal.”

“Be careful. I wouldn’t want it to smack you in the face.”

Hyewon grew silent, and only flashed a twisted look of disgust on her face as she unbuttoned your pants. “This is going to be embarrassing to see how small you are. It’s too bad I left my magnifying glass at home.”

You wasted no energy on a retort, knowing Hyewon would soon eat her words. She gave enough room for you to lift your hips, then yanked your pants down, just enough to expose your boxers and the frustrating bulge that had been patiently waiting.

“No fucking way…” Hyewon couldn’t hide the shock and awe on her face. Immediately, she inspected your crotch, and her hands everywhere like she was desperately trying to find a foreign object tucked away.

She really couldn’t believe it. Hyewon hated the taste of defeat. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help from letting out a wry smile as you claimed victory. But Hyewon paused—completely dumbfounded, and still thought there had to be some other explanation.

Hyewon couldn’t ignore the outcome forever, so eventually, she pulled the trigger with bated breath, and reached inside your boxers to pull out your stiff cock. Hyewon tried to hide her gasp—but lust consumed her, and she couldn’t look away from your length, eyes widening with her mouth gaped in surprise.

“How is it so fucking big?” she whispered, as her voice strained, eyes widened in astonishment.

“Luck and genetics. Don’t drool over it too much.”

For the first time since you encountered each other, Hyewon was speechless. For the first time, she didn’t care that she was wrong. Her eyes just hungrily stared at your unsheathed length.

“Feel free to apologize. It’s okay to admit you were wrong.”

“Apologize? Please, it’s not even that big. I can handle much bigger ones.”

It was amusing how Hyewon never surrendered. The persistence was respectable, but you wanted her to put her money where her mouth was—it was time to shut her up.

“Look in my eyes and say that, then.”

“What?”

“You heard me, princess. Look at me and tell me you can handle a cock— any cock that’s as big as mine.”

“I don’t have to do anything you tell me, asshole. I’m leaving this shitbox.”

You chuckled at her defiance. “Thought so. Hyewon’s little pussy is afraid of taking a cock this huge? And here I thought you were a size queen, but you’re just a scared puppy afraid to approach a bigger dog.”

“What the fuck?!” Hyewon spouted. She unleashed her full fury and frustration, and struck her palm across your cheek. The harsh sting only kept the smile on your face.

“Call the police for that one, you little bitch! I don’t care anymore!”

“Oh, don’t worry. That one barely hurt.”

It was too easy to rile Hyewon up. “Ugh! Perverts like you probably like being slapped by a woman!”

“You’re damn right. I love a woman that can kick my ass. But that’s not you.”

“Fucking asshole!”

Hyewon attempted another slap, but you blocked it by grabbing her wrist. Once more, she tried again with the opposite hand, living up to her predictable nature when you hindered both her arms and gazed intently into her murderous eyes.

“Get your hands off me, creep!”

“Or what? You’ll cry again? It’s a good thing you’re not wearing a skirt, or you’d be gushing all over my backseat.”

“Like anything you could do would make my pussy wet!”

The squabbling never ended. Like two dueling rams fighting head-to-head, it was a constant battle with no one to separate them. And somehow, even though Hyewon was topless, and your pants were down to your ankles, it still became a war of attrition to see who hated each other the most.

With every pile of insults, you moved closer to Hyewon’s face, until you were nose to nose, glaring into her beady eyes, and waited for the first person to blink. It was so close you could hear each other’s heart beating. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, although you were positive only ice flowed through Hyewon.

It was the final straw—through angry stares, and heavy breathing, the flood of emotions found its peak, as you grabbed Hyewon’s face and your lips crashed together, like the ignition of a newly formed supernova. You couldn’t deny the attraction.

Unsurprisingly, Hyewon matched your aggressiveness, igniting the lust of your entangled lips. But even this was a competition—your tongue invaded her mouth, trying to keep up the upper hand. She moaned into your mouth, and your tongues dueled, neither side backing down as saliva swapped as you fought back and forth for control. Hyewon’s slender fingers roamed through your hair, tugging and pulling, before nails dug into your skull, the mixture of pain and pleasure oddly satisfying.

That was all it took to douse the flames of hatred. Momentarily, at least. The kiss broke, but not without one more battle for dominance, with you coming out on top when you bit on her lower lip, almost hoping to draw blood.

“You taste good for such a stubborn bitch.”

“And you’re not a bad kisser for someone who’s an uptight asshole.”

The dam of desire broke, fully shattered, with no chance of repair, and there was no going back. ” Fuck me,” Hyewon demanded, gasping for air as she fixed strands of dark, messy from her forehead.

“Why should I?”

“Because you made me wet, asshole. Now it’s your job to do something about it.”

“It’s not my job to get you off. But maybe I’ll feel some pity for how easy it was to make your cunt drip.”

“Get over yourself. Just shut up and I’ll show just how well I can handle your cock. It’s the only good thing about you.”

“Beg for it then. Beg me to ride this fucking cock.”

Hyewon rolled her eyes. “Fuck you. I don’t beg. Especially not for losers desperate for pussy.”

“Desperate? I don’t need your pussy. You’re just easy access right now. So hop on this dick, but try not to cream all over me before I’m even balls deep inside you.”

“And you better not explode once you feel how tight I am.”

“I just hope you’re prepared to pay to get my car cleaned when you make a mess all over my back seat.”

Hyewon ignored your taunting words, a powerless scowl forming on her beautiful feminine features. Impatiently you waited, and watched her undress as she removed her pants and the light colored pink panties she had on, prominently stained with arousal and nearly toppled over.

“Careful.” You held her hips to steady her, fingertips grazing over her ridiculously soft skin.

“I’m fine,” she reassured, in a surprisingly polite tone. It was the first interaction between you that ended up civil. Faster than you could blink, Hyewon’s lower half was prominently nude when she straddled you, entrancing your eyes with the curves of her body, and her delicious bare pussy. She gripped your cock forcefully and squeezed it, noting the precum dripping from your needy slit, and carefully lined it up between her spread legs.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Hyewon.” It was surprising words that slipped out of your mouth, and left you unsure if you mouthed them, betraying you in a rare moment of weakness. It’s not like you didn’t mean it—with the way her curvy hips stood out, and her heavenly breasts displayed for your needy eyes.

“ I know,” she breathed. It was her only response, with no more words wasted. Sharing your eagerness, Hyewon used your cock to part her folds, and rubbed your swollen tip against the warm slickness, previewing what was in store. One held breath later, and Hyewon sank down on your shaft, mirroring a strong gasp from your lips upon entering her pussy.

Hyewon’s inviting warmth was everything you needed. All the bickering, mudslinging, and anger would be worth it if this was what the outcome ended up as. It was a series of movements that both felt too slow and too fast, as Hyewon hardly moved her hips, easing herself further down your cock.

But it wouldn’t do—if she was insistent on being able to handle your cock, then she would have to prove it. One look into her softened eyes, while both hands harshly squeezed her ass, and you slammed into her warm, satisfying cunt with one stroke and filled her to the hilt.

“W-wait, holy shit!”

Hyewon almost screamed, her eyes bulging in surprise, and her slick pussy lips hugging your shaft tightly. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you say you could take this?”

“Y-yes, but—don’t you know how to be gentle? You’re so fucking big!”

“Aw, afraid I’ll break you? Where’s that confidence that you were going to show me? Not used to such an enormous real cock splitting your tiny little pussy open?”

“Sh-shut up! I just need a second.” Hyewon was clearly overwhelmed, and it put a smile on your face.

“My cock isn’t going to wait all day. If you can’t take it, then I’ll just pull out. You can get home and get off with your fingers.”

“N-no, don’t!”

“Or what? You said you won’t beg, but one little thrust and you’re already dying for more? Maybe you should get laid more often.”

Hyewon was too easy to shape like putty, to influence—she knew you had her like a puppet in the palm of your hand. “I get laid plenty! Just—just let me do the work. For now.” She was doing a poor job of not sounding like begging.

“Be my guest.” Flushed red cheeks on Hyewon showed how embarrassed she was when clenched around your cock, before you even moved a muscle yet. Clearly, it had been a while since anything had been inside her, real or fake, and it took substantial effort for her to get going. When she finally moved her hips back and forth, softly moaning, the feeling of being inside her was absolutely divine, something you’d never forget.

But Hyewon wasn’t living up to her words. If she wanted a challenge, then she was failing it miserably with her pitiful rhythm.

“Come on, Hyewon. That’s all you’ve got?”

You didn’t wait for her to respond and began controlling the pace, ramming into her wet cunt with rapid thrusts, with no care for her comfort. Hyewon’s moans grew noisier, and forced to adjust to being stretched so wide, her tight warm cunt being molded to the shape of your cock.

“That’s much better. Take that fucking cock!”

“Oh my god, fuck!” Hyewon cried out, and eventually put her own effort into riding you. Her creamy thighs crashed against your own, and she bounced on your cock, matching your rhythm, while her supple breasts jiggled hypnotically. You leaned forward and captured one of her breasts, suckling harshly, grazing your teeth against the sensitive nipple, savoring the taste.

“Not so small, now is it? You enjoy riding me?”

“Y-yes! God, I love it, I love your dumb big cock!”

Hyewon grew more needy, more desperate, more powerless, as she rode your cock, and you reached depths of her cunt that didn’t seem possible. In the heat of the moment, you had a thirst for revenge, and after a harsh squeeze of her breasts, you slapped one of them, just to watch it ripple.

“Hey, that hurts! They’re sensitive!”

“ Good,” you muttered, and tweaked her nipples, pinching and tugging them in different directions, before delivering another echoing slap, followed by another, until continuous slaps on both heavy breasts reddened the pale flesh.

“Asshole!”

“Maybe, but you didn’t say stop, did you? No, you just let me slap those big fucking tits like the needy little whore you are. You may be a shit liar, but your pussy tells me you love it.”

“I’m not needy! Or a whore!”

“Bullshit, you’re both. There’s no denying it. Now shut the fuck up and talk with your hips.”

Hyewon tried one more objection, but meaningless words became whimpers, and her lustful moans filled the small space of the backseat. She relinquished control when you grabbed her hips and impaled her greedy cunt, driving yourself deep with frantic thrusts that made her scream with delight.

No longer did you keep up a facade of being gentle—Hyewon’s messy juices covered your shaft while you plunged into Hyewon’s intoxicating heat, fueled by the hedonistic urges to put her in her place. You wanted to stretch her to the limit and absolutely destroy her wet cunt.

And she had no objections about it. The look of total ecstasy on her features warranted the harsh motions of your hips, and you were content to keep this pace up, pumping into her warm hole like she was nothing but a mere toy. Hyewon enjoyed it, even if you could never get it out of her lips.

“Hyewon—”

“What—what is it?” she asked, barely able to look in your direction, or even think straight. Too dazed by pleasure, it made her delirious.

“Are you going to cum soon? I don’t have all day.”

“Yes! I’m almost there, just need—”

Hyewon’s voice faltered, unlike the hammering thrusts balls deep into her drenched pussy that desperately awaited release. Her clit throbbed, fluttering walls suffocating your cock as her muscles tensed up, and her stomach tightened. Hyewon couldn’t control what was about to happen, and before she could mutter a warning, a notable gush of colorless liquid squirted from between her thighs that violently forced your cock out of her.

“H-holy fuck. Oh my god, I love your fucking cock…”

Hyewon was overcome with a thousand different sensations flooding her body. Her thighs quivered wildly as the rest of her body convulsed, still coming down from the overwhelming orgasm that made her almost collapse. You didn’t even care that she had made a huge mess in your car. Hyewon had lost any amount of decorum, and just that put an unerasable smile on your face.

“Put it back in me and fill me up!”

Hyewon was close to tears from the intensity of her climax, but it showed no signs of settling down. Sensitivity was at maximum levels, yet Hyewon wanted more, starved for cock to fill her back up again. She felt deprived every second it wasn’t impaling her, an insatiable hunger that couldn’t be chased away.

With her body still trembling from the aftershocks, Hyewon snatched your cock, slamming her whole body down to swallow it up into her warm hole, which was soaked alongside her creamy thighs stained with her essence.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed this cock.” It had been a minute at most, but Hyewon suddenly found herself addicted to it, having withdrawals already.

“You are needy.”

“So what if I am, asshole! I need you to cum inside me, I need my little pussy filled, please! I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel it dripping out of me, need it so fucking badly, please, I need you to finish in my pussy right now!”

You didn’t know what came over Hyewon, but she no longer felt anger for anything, no longer felt wronged, and only had one wish,just to drain your balls inside her. It was funny what an orgasm did to change someone, like she was a completely different person.

“Make me cum, then. Ride my cock until your tight little hole milks my cock. Can you do that for me, Hyewon?”

“Yes, of course! I’ll make you cum so hard, I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Just please cum in me!”

There was no chance you’d say no to that. So you just sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the show—intently watching Hyewon riding your cock, and shifting your focus from her bouncing breasts to your cock disappearing inside her. It wouldn’t take long for you to explode.

“You’re so good at that, Hyewon. You must love that cock the way you’re fucking yourself with it. You have the prettiest moans, did you know that? You’re so fucking gorgeous, too.”

Hyewon blushed, but said nothing, only letting wordless moans escape her throat. The constant praise might have made her cum again, but she was intent on finishing you off, returning the favor for the massive orgasm you gave her. She rode with a fury, channeling all her former anger into her hips, while her plump cheeks bounced down on your crotch.

“There you go. I’m getting close. Come on, Hyewon—make me fucking cum!” Your demands couldn’t be met fast enough. Hyewon couldn’t take your cock the way you craved, deprived of energy thanks to your own efforts. You wouldn’t be denied the pleasure you required, and took charge, clutching her hips intending to defile Hyewon—to ruin her, to use her body, and turn her into a fucked out mess incapable of remembering her own name.

The thrusts came rough from the get-go, a lightning quick tempo as you pounded into Hyewon with all the built up anger and frustration accumulated. Her body reacted to the forceful nature of your rocking hips, your cock drowning in the slickness of her impossibly wet cunt, while the prominent wet squelch that let out begged for more.

Almost there. Hyewon bounced on your cock with your help, lifting her immaculate body, and then slamming her back down on your shaft, looping the erotic motions. At the same time, you grabbed handfuls of whatever you had access to—either her large breasts, misted with sweat, or her fleshy buttcheeks, slapping them loudly at the apex of your strokes.

It was the last slap on her tight ass that pushed you over the edge. When the pressure had built up towards the breaking point, you looked into Hyewon’s glazed-over eyes, wondering if there was any semblance of that demon that was introduced to you, and rammed into her heavenly pussy one more time, until your balls were destined to be emptied inside her.

The eruption and sense of relief that followed left loud, relieved moans that escaped your lips. As you spilled everything into Hyewon, it caused a chain reaction—a second, yet weaker orgasm overtaking her body that only made you thrust harder, determined to flood her body with a huge, thick load directly into her womb.

“Fuck, you really filled me up nicely,” Hyewon said, speaking up for the first time in several moments. “So much cum inside me, holy shit. It feels so good.”

“It’s all your fault.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Now what?” you asked and used the conclusion to catch your breath.

“What do you mean, now what?”

“Do we forget about everything that happened? We’re even?”

“If that’s what you want. Besides, you just came inside of me. That means you’re responsible for anything that happens after.”

“What!? Are you not on protection?”

Hyewon hesitated for an uncomfortable amount of time, and let your question marinate. But of course, she couldn’t keep a straight face.

“Of course I am, idiot!”

“Oh my god! Fuck you, Hyewon!”

“You already did!”

This version of Hyewon was much preferable. A cheery, smiley woman that liked to tease and crack jokes, instead of a nagging, obnoxious brat that made your blood boil just by breathing the same air together.

“You’re cute,” Hyewon unexpectedly said. “Give me your phone number.”

“Usually people do it the opposite way—ask for your number first, and then fuck.”

“Well, we did it this way. Now you’re going to call me, and we’re going to do this again. Maybe somewhere more comfortable that isn’t this filthy car.”

“Hey! It’s not filthy.”

“I just squirted all over your backseat, and when I get off you, all the cum you left inside me is going to drip everywhere. You call that clean?”

“Okay, fair point.”

Hyewon lifted herself off your cock, and as expected, pearly semen slowly leaked out of her pussy. “Fuck, that’s such a huge load.”

Hyewon searched around for her clothes, finding her bra, but everything else was too far away. “Hand me my pants? You can keep the panties, they’re ruined anyway.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Okay, I need to get out of here and shower. You better call me.”