Midnight Volley

It’s Saturday morning. The sun hasn’t even fully risen, but a local gymnasium is filled with the sounds of shoes squeaking and women grunting as they run laps across the court. Your country was chosen to host an international female volleyball tournament this year, and your national team is practicing day and night, even taking weekends to make sure they’re at their best for the tournament.

You’re part of the team as the lead therapist and health coach. You assist your team by helping the players in their warm-ups and injuries should they encounter any. Even at your young age, you have aided in making sure the players are always in their best shape and can recover as quickly as possible.

Despite this, you are the envy among your male friends as they think you’re using your job to see the players naked or even “cop a feel” on them, which you think is absurd. Why would you risk such a high-paying job just to molest players? You always wonder why you have such raunchy people as your friends, but they’ve been reliable people for years. Maybe that’s just how most men operate.

The tournament is in two weeks. You all go through the same practice routines everyday, but anyone at the gymnasium can feel the intensity rising in your training as the fateful day gets nearer. All the players push themselves to the limit as they try to break their boundaries without overworking themselves. Everyone in the team is a vital member, and no one wants to suffer an injury before the tournament even begins.

Every now and again, your team goes on a small break to ensure everyone can cool down but maintain the momentum they gained since warming up. You perform pre-emptive checkups on each player so you can attend to whatever they’re feeling as soon as possible. No one asks you to do this, but you do whatever you can to further improve the team. Everyone—from the manager, to the coach and the players—appreciates your efforts and sees it a huge help to the team.

Practice always ends way past sunset. Your team needs to squeeze as much time as possible in training, but plenty of rest is also what an athlete needs. Everyone packs their stuff, takes showers when needed, and prepares to leave to call it a day. The entire team then thanks everyone who participated before anyone can be on their way home.

You are always one of the few people that goes home late as you review and monitor each of the player’s conditions in the medical room of the gymnasium. Again, this isn’t necessary but you do it for the team anyway. Once you’ve finished all your work for the day, you head to your car at the parking lot.

Nothing can be heard around the hallways of the gymnasium but the sounds of janitors mopping and guards walking around. You’ve familiarized yourself with the area enough that it almost feels like home.

As you enter the parking lot, you feel someone’s shade following you.

“Hi Coach!” a voice calls you from behind.

“Oh. It’s you, Miyoung-noona,” you reply to a familiar face.

“Aww. Don’t call me that!” Miyoung answers as she starts to blush. “I’m not that old, you know?”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t help paying respects to a volleyball legend,” you answer back with a tone of praise in your voice.

Miyoung giggles as she hits your shoulder. “Stop that!”

“Ouch! Ow, that hurt.”

“Oops! Sorry!” Miyoung scratches her head as she is shocked by how strong she hit you. “I still might not have recovered from the training.”

The woman before you is Hwang Miyoung, vice captain of the South Korean volleyball team and one of the team’s ace players. With how small she is, she was thought to be a libero in her rookie years. She’s even smaller than you, but Miyoung showed everyone just how good and unpredictable she can be on the court with her incredibly high jumps and strong spikes that won the team multiple times even from tight stalemates. She’s also the most beautiful member of the team, garnering modeling offers from different magazines and invitations from fashion and sports brands just for her face alone. Up until today, you wonder why such a tiny bean ended up as one of the country’s most celebrated personalities in volleyball.

“I’m fine. I was just a bit shocked,” you tell Miyoung as you try to recover from the hit. “By the way, where are the others?”

“Oh, I think they already took the team bus home.”

"Again? Don’t tell me you—”

“Yeah. I’ll admit I took my time in the shower,” Miyoung disrupts you in a defeated tone.

Athletes prioritize taking care of their physical performance above all in any sport, and Miyoung isn’t any different, except that she also has to look good in front of everyone. She takes vanity way too seriously. So seriously that she wears heavy makeup before and after each match or practice session. She’s even wearing it as you two are having this conversation. 

You sigh at her confession. “So are you gonna ask the head coach for a ride home again?”

“Nope! He already left.”

“Then how are you—”

“I’m asking you to ride me home!” she disrupts you again, in a much upbeat tone this time.

You start to wonder why a superstar like Hwang Miyoung is asking random members of the team for a ride home. Aside from her vanity, she is also known to be very observant of the things around her. She can quickly read events around her and takes everything into consideration. This is how she makes use of her “beauty rituals”. She makes use of as much time left to prepare herself as much as she can so she can still attend practice sessions and competitions on time, or leave from venues while still having someone to take her home. Some of the players and staff of the team complained about her “vain” habits, worried that she might cost them a win one day. But Miyoung knows what she’s doing. People just have to let her do her thing.

“My turn again, huh?”

“Aww. Don’t be like that.” She pouts. "If someone else was here, I would’ve asked them instead.”

It’s not that you hate being her chaperone, but it’s becoming a habit every time the team is training for something. Since the team often travels together during training, she would leave her car at home but with her time management, the bus would rather leave her alone with the rest of the staff. And with how crazy the media is, everyone is trying to avoid driving her home because it could lead to a dating scandal.

“So, are you gonna take me home?” Miyoung taps your side with her elbow.

You sigh before giving her an answer. “Alright. I guess I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Yay! Thank you so much, coach!” She hops around and gives you a tight hug.

“Ow! Noona… Ow!”

“Oops! Sorry again.” She giggles.

"You have got to get off that rush from training,” you tell Miyoung. “I’m surprised you’re still having problems cooling down once we’re off the court.”

“But it’s so difficult!” She pouts as she stamps her foot in protest. “Can I blame myself?”

You sigh. “Where do you even get all that energy?”

You then walk towards your car, and Miyoung follows suit like a lost puppy. Before long, you arrive at the end of the parking lot where your car is, an 80s sedan. It’s your dad’s old car, but despite its age, its shiny paint, clean exterior, and functioning engine could make anyone think that it was manufactured just recently. But someone isn’t impressed.

“You still haven’t replaced your car?” Miyoung asks in disbelief.

“Why would I? It’s still okay to me.”

“But it’s so old!” she retorts. “If you want to impress some girls, you gotta get one of those sports cars.”

You sigh once more. “I’m not interested in anyone, Miyoung-noona.”

“Just. Miyoung.”

You quickly go back to what you were saying. "Besides, there’s no one that I want to impress. I’m gonna do my job and that’s it.”

“Really now? But you’re kinda cute, you know?” She tries to pinch your cheeks, but you swat her hand away before she could reach your face. 

“So are we going or not?”

“Hmph!” She pouts. “Fine. Let’s go.”

You head to the door beside the driver’s seat while she walks towards the opposite side. As you open the driver’s seat and step in, she lets out a gasp as she expects you to open the door for her from the outside.

“How ungentlemanly!” she cries out.

You just ignore her small protest and open the door from the inside. “Alright. Come in.”

As she witnesses everything in disbelief, she angrily steps inside your car. “Ugh. Now I know why you’re still single.”

You know for certain what she’s complaining about. She thinks that your cold attitude turns women off. It somehow ticks you off, but she has a point. You’re not interested in being in a long-term relationship with anyone as your job takes a lot of your time. You’re worried that any relationship you might start will be ruined rather quickly for the attention your other half might not receive. Thinking about it frustrates you, but there is nothing you can do about it.

You silently start your car and leave the gymnasium. It’s nearly midnight, but the city still feels alive with cars moving left and right, people walking to and fro, and billboards looking brighter than Christmas lights; it keeps you busy from noticing the deafening silence inside the dimly lit car. You can feel Miyoung’s slight disappointment from your lack of chivalry, but you’d rather dismiss it and focus on the road ahead. You both exchange glances to check up on each other, but no one has the initiative to speak up. It stays that way until the traffic starts to slow down.

You finally spark a conversation. “Noona, can you fasten your seatbelt?”

“Nah. The cars are slowly moving, anyway.” She bites her nails and swings her legs while looking outside. "And it’s ‘Miyoung’.”

“But I’m only looking after your safety, 'Miyoung’.” you reply as you mirror the way she pronounces her name.

“What the…” She turns your way. “Is it wrong to ask you to call me the way I want you to? And is it wrong that I’m waiting for you to open the door for me?

"I opened the door for you, didn’t I?”

“But you did it from the inside!" 

Your voice gets louder as well. "So what? You want me to act as your… S-servant? I’m your training coach for goodness’ sake! Not your assistant or something.”

“That… That’s not what I said! Tsk. So much for a gentleman.”

“Sorry to break your expectations, 'Miyoung’. You have your own set of hands. Use it.”

“What the… Fine! I will! I’ll never ask for a ride from you again!” She huffs as she turns her head to the window once more.

“Ugh. Thank God for that,” you say as you focus back on the road.

The traffic is really bad even at this time. You have already spent almost an hour and you haven’t moved more than a mile. It makes you think that staying the night at the gymnasium would be better than being stuck on the road with a whiny passenger, though you have no option but to stay in lane.

You initiate another conversation despite the argument you and Miyoung had earlier. “Ugh. Stupid traffic. Noona, we might take a while longer here.”

She just ignores you and continues to stare outside, biting at her nails.

“Ah. Sorry. I meant to say—”

You hear her moan softly amidst the loud horns and engines revving from the surrounding cars. She bites her nails harder, and her entire body shifts erratically.

You assume that she might be in pain or having a fever so you lean towards her to help. “Miyoung. Are you okay? I think we—”

“NO! I just…”

Despite the lack of lighting inside your car, you notice that her right hand is moving inside her pants, rubbing her panties. She’s past embarrassment now that she got caught. She covers her face with her hands as it slowly turns red.

“Miyoung, I—” You lean even closer.

“Get away!” She pushes you back with her left arm.

“But I just…” you try to finish your sentence but she finally turns her face towards you, crying. She glares as tears fall down her face, as if she’s telling you to step back.

“What? What do you want? You caught me. Do you want to judge me, huh? Laugh at me? Expose me for the pervert that I am?” Her voice breaks.

You’re speechless. Speechless because of what you just witnessed, and because of her words as if she’s begging for anyone to side with her. You didn’t imagine her to break down into such a state, although seeing Miyoung like this turns you on. You can feel yourself hardening underneath your pants. You try to dismiss it, but the feeling is too strong to ignore. You’re struggling to think what’s good and what’s bad in this situation, starting to be just as confused as she is.

She continues to cry. Her body curls up into her seat to cover her face. You want to help her but you don’t know how: Should you sympathize with her or tell her that it’s wrong? Your focus constantly shifts between the traffic outside your car and the dilemma inside. Even if you’re the only person witnessing all this, you don’t want to see her look weak.

“Coach?” she then calls to you as you think of what to do.

Your attention immediately turns to her.

She lifts her head up to speak. “Help me.”

Her face is a mess: tears run down her face, glistening with the help of whatever amount of light that’s around; her cheeks glow red despite the dimness inside the car; her teeth grit hard against each other as an indication of her discomfort. She looks way different from the happy and bright Miyoung you see everyday, no longer the capable and strong member of your volleyball team, but a damsel in distress begging for whoever can help her with her problem.

You stay silent for a long while as Miyoung remains helpless. The traffic progresses ever so slowly, much to your frustration. You then press the signal light, indicating that you will be taking the next right. Miyoung tugs on your sleeve as she notices that you’re going to take a much longer route.

“Hey. Where are you taking me?” she asks in a soft, defeated voice.

“Helping you get rid of that rush from training.”

Miyoung realizes you’re serious, judging from your tone. You switch your attention to the road, now with vigorous eyes and a resolve that comes out of nowhere. Inch by inch, you move closer to the next corner. As soon as you get enough clearance, you push the pedal and immediately escape the lane you were in for the last hour. You are then moving at incredible speeds as soon as you take the turn, even faster than you were driving earlier, but still careful enough in your driving to not startle and make your guest dizzy. Miyoung stays huddled in the passenger seat, thinking at what your words could mean or where you two are going. You can feel her worry, but she seems calm enough to trust you. 

After minutes of driving, you end up at a secluded space at a random parking lot. It’s dark and quiet, just what you need to help her out with her problems.

"Where is this? I thought you were going to—”

You quickly sneak a kiss from Miyoung in her current state. It’s long but passionless. This surprises her, but she’s too weak and confused to push you back.

“This,” you say in the most romantic way you can imagine as you break off the kiss. “This is me helping you.”

Miyoung is speechless for a solid second as she rubs her eyes from her tears before she realizes what your words mean.

“Wow!” She speaks up. “I never thought that you didn’t know how to kiss.”

“Huh?” Her response confuses you. She was just crying and feeling exposed from touching herself earlier; now she’s attacking you from being an amateur kisser.

“What do you mean 'huh’? Didn’t you see how you kissed me? You’re like a kid! How old are you, anyway?”

Her words shoot straight at you like an ace ball. You know you’re guilty but you can’t just let her get away with it.

“I… I’m old enough to know my stuff! And can’t you just say thanks or something?” you hastily respond.

“How would I say my thanks to a virgin?” she fires back with a laugh.

“Hey! I’m not a virgin!”

Miyoung just smirks. “Is that so?”

You hesitate. “Y-yeah. I am!”

“Then you wouldn’t mind proving it to me?”

She catches you between a rock and a hard place. You want to give in to your desires, but she attacks you where it hits hard, enough that you can’t picture yourself as a romantic guy in front of her, helping a woman in distress. You try to get out of this situation, but she knows what you’re up to and how you would react to her every move.

“W-well… I… ”

“Well? What?”

Finally, you find the words you need. “Well… I’ll prove to you that—”

“Relax.” She places her hand on your thighs, stroking it up until she reaches your crotch, which she slightly squeezes. "Just show it to me, will you?”

Checkmate. Miyoung corners you with your false bravado, but you don’t seem to mind. You lower down your arms in surrender, letting her know that she can do whatever she wants. Noticing this, she laughs in excitement.

“This will be fun.” She bites her lips as ideas flood her mind like a broken dam.

She leans forward, giggling, as she works her hands into the waistband of your pants. Within seconds, she had managed to drag your pants down your ankles and is now staring at the huge bulge under your boxers.

“Oh, you’re so big already,” she smiles as she looks at you with teasing eyes. “Am I turning you on?”

“Well… Uhmm… ”

“Yes?” The eager Miyoung waits at your answer.

“W-who wouldn’t be?” You muster up  the confidence to at least take the lead from her with your answer, but you know you fail as your face turns red.

She laughs. “I thought you’re not interested in anyone, Mr. Cold Shoulder?”

“It… it often happens to us men, you know?”

"Do you think I was born yesterday? Of course I know how this works.” She rubs the bulge with her hands, making you twitch every time her hands reach the part where the tip is.

“Noona— Agh!” You exclaim from the sensation she’s giving you.

“How is it?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Come on,” she moves to your ear to whisper. “You gotta be more honest with me.”

You take a huge gulp and bravely grab her breasts, much to her delight. It’s surprising how someone like Miyoung would have tits that your hands could sink into, given her small frame.

“Ahn!” Miyoung squeals. “So that’s how it is.”

Not sure about what she meant, you ask her. “I-is this okay?”

“Of course! Here.” She takes off her shirt, revealing her toned abs and a pink sports bra that hugs her sizable tits.

You can’t do anything but marvel at her body. Your eyes scan every inch of her skin, rolling back to her breasts after each lap.

“You like what you see, coach?”

You are speechless. Your hands involuntarily move their way back to Miyoung’s tits. You give them a good squeeze, making her moan. As you hear the excitement in her voice, you then pull her from her seat and into yours, making her straddle on your lap. It surprises her a bit, but it’s something she expected from you sooner or later.

“Getting bold, are we?”

“I-I told you I’m no virgin.”

“Really now? That kiss alone was—”

You prove to Miyoung that you are no beginner when it comes to kissing by pulling her in for another kiss, more daring this time. You move your tongue inside her mouth, which she happily replies to by moving hers in yours. But the longer the kiss goes on, the more she gets the upper hand, ravaging you with her skills. She grabs your head as the moment consumes her, sultry moans escaping her lips. You try to push her back but she’s so into it that you’re left with no choice but to mirror what she’s doing to you. Your erection only gets harder, struggling to get out of your boxers the longer this goes on. She feels your dick stirring underneath her and it makes her break off the kiss, letting you gasp for air.

Miyoung giggles. “Not bad.”

“S-see? I told you… I’m good.” You again try to display boldness in front of her.

“But I’m better.” She taunts with a smug look on her face.

“Oh yeah? T-then why don’t you… Try doing it again?”

“I was actually gonna say that.” She then whispers in your ear. “I wanna try more of you.”

After hearing her seducing words, you take another huge gulp as she tries to pull your dick out of your boxers. As soon as she takes hold of it, she gasps in excitement as her hand can’t fully wrap itself around it. Despite being a volleyball player, she has small, delicate hands. She finally sets your dick free from its suffocating enclosure. Seeing it spring lively out of your boxers paints glee on her face.

“So big,” the only words that come out of her as she holds your length with two hands. She does her best to feel all of it, stroking up and down to every inch of skin and vein. It sends shivers throughout your entire body. Although you like what you’re feeling right now, you don’t want to  show her that you’re enjoying what she’s doing so you try to hold back your grunts by breathing heavily. But she does it so well that you can’t keep the sounds of pleasure from escaping your lips. She catches on quickly, looking at your eyes with lustful intent.

“You’re liking this?”

“I-I… Yeah.”

She laughs. “You’re too tense!”

“Because I haven’t done this before.” you murmur.

“Hmmm?”

“What?”

“You just said something.”

“T-that was n-nothing.”

“Come on! Say it again!” she shakes you by your shoulders, forcing you to repeat your words.

“Really, It’s nothing!”

“Really, huh?” she decides to tightly grip your dick, squeezing it hard and harder until you cooperate with her.

“Miyoung! S-stop!”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then I… I, uhh—”

“Are you gonna stay quiet?”

“Alright! Alright!” You confess. “I-I haven’t done this before.”

Hearing this, she bursts into laughter and hits your arms and chest, filling you with embarrassment. Your head lowers as your boner slowly loses its sturdiness.

“So what?” She finally answers after laughing at your confession. “I don’t care if you’re a virgin, coach.”

“B-but I’m not—”

She places an index finger on your lips, silencing you. “Just stop it, okay?”

“Okay…”

She grins. “Well then, coach. Allow me to do some teaching this time.”

She pulls up her sports bra to release her breasts from their tight enclosure, bouncing out as if they’re water balloons. You then gape at her assets as she hugs them, squeezing them between her arms.

“How are they, coach?”

“They're… H-huge… Err! I mean… Great.”

She giggles. “Aww, coach. Come here.”

Miyoung pulls you for a hug. She buries your face in between her exposed tits, letting you enjoy the things you’ve been staring at for quite some time; too much, in fact, to the point that she almost suffocates you. She giggles at your warm breath, tickling her. She gently strokes the back of your head, telling you that she’s liking what little you’re doing, and that she wants you to do more.

“There, there. Don’t be shy now, coach.”

Her words spur you into action. You start moving your head, side to side, up and down, and around to feel more of her tits. As you stumble upon her pink nipples, you start incorporating licks and smooches, tasting all that you can. Her confident giggles start to turn into lustful moans.

“Hmmm! Coach! You’re being too rough on my… Ahn—!”

She still strokes your hair in spite of her protests, as if she wants you to do the opposite of what she’s telling you to do. You want more, either way, so you ravage her tits more, sending even more pleasure to her brain.

“You’re liking this?”

“Mhmm… I’m glad that you’re getting—uhn!—getting bolder, coach.”

“See? I told you I’m good.”

She scoffs, remembering that it was the exact thing you said earlier. “Just make me feel better, coach.”

She pulls you for another kiss. It seems that you’re doing better than the last time, as Miyoung lets out moans of satisfaction. This makes you get cocky, grabbing her tits in the middle of your intimate kiss and pinching her nipples.

“Coach, don't… Ah!”

It shocks her entire body, making her convulse in pleasure. You don’t stop attacking her nipples until she lets out a loud and long whimper.

“Coach… Hnng… Stop it! I'm… I’m cumming!”

Miyoung squirts, drenching her panties, her pants, and your legs. Her orgasm continues for a few seconds, her entire body twitching in pleasure. Then it ends, causing her to break down and wraps you in an embrace, burying you in her tits once more. You hug her back to support her from the euphoric high she just had.

You squeeze your head out of her breasts, looking up at her. “Are you okay, Miyoung?”

“Y-yeah. I’m sorry I made a mess.”

“That’s fine. I often clean my car anyway.”

“What was that, anyway?” She gently hits your head. “You’re taking advantage of me, huh?”

“B-but that's… I just—”

She laughs. “I liked it, you know?”

“What?”

She grinds on your dick. “I want more, coach. Do you?”

You don’t utter a word, but you adjust the front seats so there’s enough room to move at the back. She takes the hint, lifting herself from you and moving to the back as soon as she can, with you following her. Filled with a desire to feel even better, she lunges at you for yet another wet kiss that you reciprocate. So far, your lust has been on a roller coaster, going up and down depending on the situation: each time it recedes from her antics, her actions make you beg for more. This time, it seems like she’s not teasing you anymore, like she wants you in your A-game. She wants you to get serious.

“I want you in me, coach.” She begs you in between kisses as she tries to take off her and the rest of her pink-colored undergarments.

“Same here.” You reply as you take off your shirt and the pants that were still on your ankles the whole time. You toss every bit of clothing you two discard to the windshield as soon as they’re off.

Miyoung is now fully naked albeit for her long socks and sneakers. Looks like she doesn’t mind them leaving them on but you like how she looks anyway—her  tits, her toned abs, her shiny thighs all drenched in sweat, drool, and her juices. Her pussy is still dripping wet from her earlier orgasm, ready to receive your warm length.

“Fuck, coach.” she gasps. “You’re ripped!”

“Oh. T-thanks.”

Seems like it’s not only you that’s admiring her sculpted body; she’s also in awe of yours. She approaches you and pins you on the seats, straddling you.

She grinds on your dick, kissing it with her warm pussy. “Ahhh. I want it in me now… hnng.”

Her act gives you so much pleasure every time she moves. You can only imagine how much it would feel inside her.

But before you can think any further, she lifts herself and preps your dick upwards.

“Miyoung, I…”

“It’s okay. Just leave it to me… Ugh!”

She slowly lowers herself down your length, but her sensitivity gets the best of her when the tip of your dick goes in, the immense pleasure halting her movement..

“Miyoung?”

“It… It’s okay. I’m f-fine.”

You hold her by her hips in an attempt to support her on her way down. “Can I?”

Your slight touch made her twitch. “Hnng! Y-yeah, sure.”

The two of you slowly take the time to push your dick inside her warm pussy. It is tight inside her, as if she’s gonna squish your dick, but you can also feel yourself getting even bigger, probably because of how good this feels. She can’t help but moan when more of you goes inside her. You both keep on going until she almost reaches the base.

“M-Miyoung… I… Y-you’re too tight!”

“J-just a… Hnng! Just a bit m-more, coach.”

“If this… keeps up… I… I might cum.”

“N-no! H-Hold… Hold it in more, okay? C-cum with me, coach!”

Knowing that you’re near your limit, she rushes to swallow your entire length of your dick. She takes a breath in and plunges down to your crotch, sending a flood of pleasure throughout her body, making her cum as soon as your hips meet and her pussy tightening even more.

“Ahhh! Coach, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Huge amounts of her juices come gushing out. You would’ve released your load as well, but she’s so tight that the pain makes you forget to let it all out.

Her orgasm seems like it would almost never end: she was squirting for a solid minute, hips convulsing after each wave. Her euphoria slowly comes to a halt, leaving her tired and gasping for air.

“Miyoung? Are you good?”

“Ugh… Ahh… Hmmm? Y-yeah. Holy shit, that was good.” She laughs as she catches her breathing back.

Miyoung looks more tired than any of the gruelling matches she’s been in before: her hair is a total mess, even more sweat now covers her entire body, and her chest heaving as if she ran for an hour. You already feel satisfied from everything you two had done so far, and it seems like she does too: you think of ending it right now and taking her home for real.

“Miyoung? You okay now? I guess we should go.” You try to reach for the dashboard where you throw all your clothes, but she grabs your arm, stopping you.

“No. Wait!" 

"What is it?”

“You haven’t cum yet.”

“I—… yeah.”

“How about I help this time?” she smirks.

She lays you again on your back and straddles you once more. Your crotches are still wet from the earlier encounter so Miyoung doesn’t waste any time, pushing herself down onto your dick again. This time, she more comfortably lowers herself although she’s still tight enough that she grunts—in delight—at the entry, fully impaling herself with the entirety of your still-hard penis. She lets out a soft, satisfied cry after struggling to go down your length. She is determined to pay back the help you’ve given her.

“Hah… Hmmm… You ready, coach?”

“Y-yeah. I’m ready—”

Miyoung leans down for yet another kiss. A kiss she’s not planning to let go until she has fully satisfied the man she’s currently riding. Lucky for her, you don’t want to let go of this intimate kiss either. You want it to last forever. You both want it to last forever: gone are her streaks of playfulness or your nervousness, both replaced by desires of nothing but pure lust. She pauses the kiss.

“I’m gonna start moving." 

"Alright. I’ll try to move as well.”

She giggles. “Just follow after me.”

You both resume kissing each other. Miyoung starts moving her hips up and down your length. You try to mirror her actions, moving your hips up and down at the same pace while you grab onto hers for support, sending even more pleasure throughout your bodies. You both can’t get enough of it, as if it’s a drug. Moans and whimpers of joy escape through your lips as a means of telling each other to keep it up.

Little by little, she grinds on top of you faster and faster. In response, you shove your dick in and out of her at the same rhythm. You can feel the car moving the more this intercourse goes on, but neither of you care. It’s already midnight in a dark parking lot. You bet your chances on not being seen so you both amp up the pace, making her walls squeeze your length even more.

“Agh! Uhh… Miyoung? I think I…”

“Nggh… A-are you… c-close?”

“Y-yeah… I—… I’m at my limit!”

“G-go ahead—… Hmmp! Cum inside me, coach!”

You take the lead, grabbing Miyoung’s ass with both hands and  bouncing up and down your dick with great force. She already came a couple of times but the ecstasy is too much for her that she’s probably gonna cum again any minute soon, with you not far behind.. A few thrusts later, you finally release your warm semen inside Miyoung’s pussy.

“Miyoung! I’m cumming!”

“Mhmm! Coach! I’m cumming! Ahhh!”

Streaks of your hot white cum pour deep into Miyoung’s warm pussy. You can feel her walls contracting as she wildly spasms with your every thrust, as if she’s helping you wring out every last drop. Your hips keep on moving as you inject semen inside her until you can’t release any more, your pace eventually grinding to a halt. She collapses on top of you, her breasts cushioning her fall. You feel drops of your hot cum dripping  out of her pussy and onto your thigh despite the tight situation you two are currently in.

Totally exhausted, Miyoung closes her eyes, panting. “Whew! God, I love this feeling so much! Hah…”

“Miyoung, are you okay? I think we should—” You try to get up and pull your dick out from your tight and sticky situation, but she pushes you back down, wanting to savor the moment.

“Wait! Don’t! Just let me rest for a while…”

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah. You did great tonight. I feel so light right now.” She lifts up her head to look at you, her smile full of contentment.

You then wrap your arms around her. “You as well, noona. I enjoyed it.”

“Wait a minute. What did you call me?” She starts to hit you again.

“Ow! Noona—… Wait! Stop it! That hurts!”

“I won’t until you stop calling me noona! Got that?”

“Yes, noona—… I mean Miyoung! Ouch!”