Your tongue has a field day with Bae Sumin's body
Your suit is getting wet.
Not from the rain, not from falling into a water body.
It’s Bae Sumin’s sweat.
The intense aroma of her slick, post-performance skin overwhelms your senses. Your lips quiver with sheer anxiety. Sumin presses her body against yours tightly, your back against the wall. The door remains unlocked. The other members might step in at any moment, and it’s going to be inexcusable—finding their eldest making their young and rising manager torn between duty and his burning desire like this.
She trails her finger down your neck, loosening your tie, to your collarbone, to your chest. The tie slips off your neck so easily, and your buttons are next.
“Come on, I know you wanna taste me, taste my sweat after the show,” Sumin teases with her smirk, starting to undo the first button. “I know you’ve been looking at me this entire time, watching me bend over, watching me show off my armpits, desperately waiting for the end so that you can dick me down in the airplane bathroom again.”
Her voice alone gets you riled up in an instant. The temptation of thrusting your cock deep into her cunt grows with each of her words. You look away in shame. It was supposed to be a blunder, a misstep, but she just won’t let go.
A drink too many. An oversight. A lapse in your youthful judgement.
Your hand slipped under Sumin’s shirt, the other covering Sumin’s mouth in a lavatory, sealing your shared heat from the others onboard. To you, it was a mistake to move on from. But to her, it was just the beginning.
“Come on, mister boss baby. I know you wanna lick me clean, don’t you?” She rests her arm on your shoulder, all shiny and glistening as the other works on your buttons.
Your eyes flutter, her words overwhelming your panicked, dirty mind. You’re getting more and more exposed as the clock ticks by. The cold air blows into your chest, making you shiver in her hold. You can’t resist the temptations anymore—to press your tongue on her smooth, milky skin, to fuck her tight cunt the way she deserves, to breed her with your essence.
“Just open your mouth and taste me,” Sumin coos, tugging at your head closer to her glistening neck. The concoction of her perfume and sweat intensifies as you get closer—until you’re just a tongue away from her.
And she shudders at your touch, moaning softly, skin flushed against your lips.
Salty.
Addictive.
Enchanting.
It’s happening again.
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