Off the Record

“This is clearly turning into an addiction, Yujin."

"Addiction? Never. It's only an addiction if I'm struggling, and struggling is the last word I'd use."

It's difficult to talk like this—she's on your lap, thighs on either side, all of her weight placed there so she can pin you down. The curtains are wide open, so the early morning light spills into the bedroom, allowing you a chance to see Yujin's perfect figure up close and personal, still naked from last night.

That mischievous smile is the only thing she's wearing.

"So what would you call this, then?" you ask, eyeing every detail, focusing on the most important feature, two big handfuls of her scrumptious ass cheeks—the centerpiece.

"You're the only one addicted. It's not like I keep going back for more. I'm just indulging—call it a habit," Yujin counters, trying so hard to not grin in spite of everything.

"Says the girl sitting on my cock," you tease, giving her thick, curvy ass another squeeze, not helping the case she's making.

Yujin purrs with delight at your fingers running over her bare ass. "Not addicted. I'm just providing a service. Keeping your cock warm before class. No need for any misunderstanding."

"Oh, my apologies. Please, enlighten me. What difference is there exactly?"

"Keeping you nice and hard is part of my morning routine—you talk about it like it's a drug. As if I'd fall apart or something if I don't get the chance to ride it every damn second."

"Your pussy disagrees," you reply, digging fingertips into flesh, spreading her apart—like you want your fingers buried in there as well.

"Does it?"

"You haven't moved in like ten minutes. But I bet if you got up, you'd be fucking dren—"

Before you can finish the words, Yujin clamps your mouth shut with a palm, silencing you—with the utmost intensity on that devilish smirk of hers.

"Don't worry about how wet my pussy is, daddy. And don't think I woke you up just to ride this cock until your balls run empty."

You glare up at her as if you don't believe a word, though admittedly it's tough to tell in a situation like this. She has you underneath, pinned down—seated right on top of your hard, throbbing cock. It's the ultimate tease, really, those slick pussy lips taking hold while not moving a muscle.

"Is that so? You just decided to pounce on me the moment you knew I was awake then? That sounds an awful lot like something an addicted slut would do."

"Think what you want. If I wanted you to cum, your balls would be empty already. I'd have a nice, thick creampie dripping out of me while you struggle to breathe," Yujin insists, using her hands to cup your face, forcing you to gaze back at her.

"Why do I not believe that?"

"Because daddy thinks everything is about him. As if this is all because you filled my tight little asshole with all that cum last night. And left your handprints all over my ass, along with all your drool. Don't think I'm forgetting."

You glare again, which is admittedly, hard to do the way Yujin stares back. But if she wants to pretend like she's totally composed, then two can play at the game. With a harsh movement, you thrust up into her as hard as you can muster—that alone betraying every single word. A quick little gasp escapes her mouth when you bottom out inside, taken by surprise before she fights it off.

"Sorry, was I still misunderstanding, brat?" you chuckle, ramming your hips upward without an ounce of restraint. Her eyes go wide in reaction, unable to suppress it anymore.

"Can't you even keep still for five seconds before going feral?" Yujin asks as you snap into her—watching her face contort and savoring the sight of that smug look fading.

"No. Because we both know your pussy is begging for it."

But Yujin is, as always, determined to not give up, burying her head into your neck to muffle all the lewd noises she's desperately fighting. "Would a slut who woke you up before eight just for her fix beg for it?"

Your answer, comes by prying her cheeks even wider apart to slip a finger into her tight little asshole. No resistance, no attempt to stop—still fighting every moan you manage to draw out, despite her body's efforts to do the opposite.

"You tell me, Yujinnie. You were the one dripping wet the minute I woke up."

A little more flustered, she burrows herself into your neck, kissing along your skin and keeping her lips sealed to prevent more shameful moans from seeping out. "Mmph—only trying to wake your cock up, n-no other reason. Just like how good it feels..."

"So you admit you're addicted?" you ask, sliding your finger deep inside her puckered hole while your hips ram through her slippery cunt.

"Not as bad as you. Hard as a rock. Ready to go at any time," Yujin returns with a heavy breath. Giving no indication that you hit a particular spot, so you slowly push your finger a little further, forcing that tight hole to spread open. "

"Only cause you make me this hard, Yujinnie."

"Proving my point," Yujin fires back without even a pause as she forces herself to bounce in time to every thrust you manage—even when you haven't picked up the pace yet.

"Can you blame me, brat?" you hiss while fucking into both holes just a little faster. "Let's not forget who loves getting used and bred in front of these giant mirrors so you can watch everything happen."

"Fascinating what you choose to ignore," she replies, your cock throbbing harder inside her pussy.

"Ignore? I can still remember you whining when I had my fingers in you last night—"

"Because you kept making me fucking squirt like the whore that I am," Yujin whispers sharply, a desperate ache that follows while you continue thrusting. "You wanted that as much as I did, admit it."

You try to hold back but a low, stifled groan escapes from deep within, giving her exactly the reaction she wanted. Your cock becomes a mere toy as Yujin forces her way upright again, tossing her head back and pushing against your chest to brace against your every thrust.

"Brat—" you try to mutter, but it does little good.

Yujin gasps aloud at the same time, her nails scraping along your flesh as she takes over, bouncing with purpose, up and down every inch of your stiff shaft. "Love seeing that look. It's when you know you're done for, that you'll let me ride this cock for as long as I want. It's my favorite."

You remain silent, desperately trying to ignore your growing hunger for more. Only a squeeze of her ass while you slide into the intense tightness between her thighs.

"Fill this pretty pussy, daddy," Yujin moans and lets out another yelp as a loud slap resounds across her ass, echoing off the walls. "You're too addicted to do anything else. Give me the cum I deserve."

"The brat really thinks she gets to make all the demands," you growl, driving harder into her dripping cunt than anticipated—thrusts unrelenting and fierce.

"Because I get what I want," she moans in turn, arching her back a little more, that thick ass slamming hard against your body. "Spill your load in this slutty pussy, make a mess inside me. You always do it anyway, this isn't any different."

"You are a menace, brat. A sexy, insufferable menace."

Yujin arches back again with a little giggle. "Tell me something new, daddy."

There's no point in replying, but yet you sigh in surrender. Not giving her the satisfaction of a better comeback—preferring instead, to watch the show. The way those thick thighs smack against yours when Yujin rides you like an absolute demon. The way her tits bounce with each little motion, the way her firm ass feels squeezing under your palms. How she starts to lean forward, wrapping her fingers tightly around your throat—the lack of oxygen and that sinful gaze coupled with the speed her hips move makes you lose the battle.

"Letting me drain your balls so easily. Throbbing inside my pussy like you're gonna explode already. How cute, daddy," Yujin muses, licking the side of your face as she does.

"Needy little slut."

"Am not."

"Liar. We both know why I'm trapped under your body while you work on draining me dry," you fire back, trying to gather as much strength as you can—