Impulse

Manwhore, homewrecker, fuckboy, gigolo, that's the kind of man he is. Surviving, surviving by fucking hot, pretty women that are either cock-crazed, pent up, or wasn't satisfied by their partners.

Living off of eating neglected pussies, just like what he's doing now.

All he knows is he's in an expensive-looking apartment near Seoul, in a grand master bedroom, lights dim. Bright night sky passing through inside the room from the windows, he could swear the stars are envious, envious that he's eating a hot, married woman's pussy.

Their wedding picture hanged up front, happy, fulfilled, content, he could see their emotions just by looking at the image. And yet, why? Why the fuck did she hire him? Isn't she satisfied with what she has now? Why the fuck is she begging for another man's cock? He didn't know, he doesn't want to care anymore. But hey, the job pays well, and he gets to fuck different kinds of bitches as bonus.

“Oh FUCK, I love your tounge in my little pussy!”

The woman he's currently servicing, or eating out not just someone, she's someone remarkable, the kind of remarkable that you'll usually see on the news, or on different platforms in social media. No one ever knew what kind of woman she was until she called him in just to get fucked.

A rich bitch tossing her money down the drain just to get the fucking she deserves for one night, that's what they always are.

Yoo Jimin, that is her name. No one doesn't know her name. Even after retiring, he can still see her everywhere, every fan made videos, he even saw and read a fanfiction once about her getting fucked, now he's the guy who's doing the fucking.

Things were pretty straightforward, she called, he answered, she placed the date and time, the address, and then there she was, wearing a lingerie, something she should show just only for her husband, someone she's supposed to be committed to for life.

And yet, here she was, acting like the little slut she actually is, away from other people's expectations. Showing who she really is by opening her legs, letting him eat out her pussy until she's clinging on to dear life, from a stranger, from a motherfucking gigolo who only cares about fucking her, about offering her the service she ordered him to do to her.

Her guilt overshadowed by pleasure, the first time, she vowed not to call him again. The second, she promised it was the last time it'll ever happen. And then the third, promising again to herself, that it's the last time. And then the fourth one comes right after, she doesn't care anymore, her marriage, her mask she made piece by piece just to meet people's expectations, everything starts to crumble one by one. Even her body, her carefully nurtured-to-perfection body that all men desired.

You can look, but you can never touch.

That's what's inside her mind when she was just starting as an idol, but the Yoo Jimin now doesn't care, she doesn't give a fuck anymore.

All she ever cared about now is getting fucked by the hung bastard. No strings attached, only pure reckless abandon.

She doesn't know who he really was, but she fucking loved everything he does for her, even if it comes with a price. She loved how his massive schlong went in and out of her needy pussy, how he touches her soft, near-pale skin, how he groped everything that's just for her husband usually. How he acted like he actually cared after giving her the fucking she needs, how he usually stays the night and then leaves at dawn.

Everything her husband failed to do, he did. But she knew full well feelings don't get involved when it comes to work. She could only hope it'll last for more than a day.

“Your husband doesn't get to fuck you as well as I do right?”

Cock in and out, the sound of skin colliding against each other, wanton moans echoing around the large room where only the two of them can hear.

“Please don't mention hi—FUCK.” Karina gasps as the man above her impaled her insides, hitting at the furthest point of her needy pussy.

The first hour, she was composed, she was stingy, she was cold. And then the second, she was moaning out his name multiple times, and then comes the third, she doesn't give a fuck anymore, her body losing all of it's dynamics as it became rigid everytime he made her cum, wet and transparent liquid squirting out of her cheating pussy, soaking both of them, soiling the bed she and her dutiful husband share.

“Why won't you admit it?” He answered back, her body leaning against the cold wood of the headboard in the bed, she has both of her hands gripping the wooden frame as she arched her back, exposing her round, meaty backside as she gets fucked doggy style.

She could only moan in response, his words coming in and just coming out of her ears, not fully registering it as she whimpers and then comes her another mind breaking orgasm. She could not count anymore, count how many times this has happened to her, how her body simply freezes and then squirts, how he made her gaping pussy convulse, how his cock fits well with her tits when she's giving him a titjob, how it still had extra inches that make it so she can suck it in return.

He earned a whisper, a silent whisper, he couldn't fully hear. He slapped her ass in return lifted her up so she's facing him now up front, where their bodies are facing each other, in a missionary position, all he could see is her and her arms covering her face.

“Hey, tell me.” He inserted it again, slow thrusts, he worked his hips, pulling out, before going in again. He slowly took a hold of her slender arms, swatting it away from her face only to reveal her alluring, well-fucked face.

He pinned her arms above her head into the headboard before taking one of her soft tits with his other hand, playfully slapping it and softly but roughly pulling on her nipples only to earn a sharp moan from her.

“He doesn't fuck you well, right? You love taking in this cock more? Does it feel good? You fucking cheating bitch.” He picked up the pace as he started working on his hips more on pistoning in and out of her, her voice cracking as she attempted to answer.

“Y-yes! FUCK, yours is better, this cock is better, please fuck this cheating, bitchy pussy, PLEASE.”

“You really are a piece of work, aren't you? A fucking goddess built for sex, only to get fucked by some nobody” He smiled playfully before grabbing her hips and locked it against her chest, the position where he can hit her spot more, he now knew every part of her body, every sensitive spots she feels good from.

She moaned in response, all of her reason lost from the very first day she started she calling him.

“Oh fuck, Karina.” groaned as he continued fucking the life out of her, he had fucked multiple women for a job he only had for 5 months, and out of those multiple women he fucked. This, was by far, the fucking of his life.

Karina came, hard, like a fuckton of kilotons of energy concentrated on one spot, which is her pussy, bruised, convulsing, almost like it's breathing on it's own. It gushes out loads of juices along with the virile cum from her man for the night.

He kept on fucking her for dear life until every last drop of semen from his heavy balls are inside her bred pussy.

He dropped his body softly on top of her before sliding to her side, tired, weary, he could swear his cock is about to fall out from all the fucking they did. He glanced at Karina, still passed out.

Looking at her normally, she's perfect, getting to fuck her roughly, she's a fucking fucking fucking*10^28 perfect. The girl in every man's fantasy, he would not dream of it, and yet here he was, sharing a bed with her.

He was about to close his eyes before he suddenly felt a warm, wet touch in his chest. “You awake now?”

Karina could only return a soft purr in response, before drawing invisible circles around his chest, leaning in, and gave him a kiss.

“I thought kissing is off limits?” He teased playfully, but returning the kiss afterwards.

“I don't know, felt like it. Doesn't matter now.” Karina went on top of him before closing the space between their faces as she took his lips in for another wet, passionate, yet sloppy kisses.

A string of saliva left their mouth as she pulled out and then slowly crawled below his tired body.