Nagyung

It's 2 AM, and you get a text message that's even dirtier than the image of her fingers knuckle-deep in her pussy.

bored, haha. Nagyung's usually got this awful seductive streak of speaking between the lines. Suggestive isn't even the right descriptor for it, it's maybe 50 percent seduction and 50-percent something softer; sometimes even her selfies don't register as come-fuck-me or get-your-hands-on-these-tits. But you can only keep up the coy, coquettish look-what-you're-missing angle for so long before you start pushing your luck - tonight is proof enough.

why, finally run out of romance novels? is something you fired back out. 

You're only replying a text-late because somehow, the fucking gallows humor hits you as you're running red lights to Nagyung's place. Is it a red-light if there's yellow lines running painted down the middle of a tiny patch of asphalt? Probably not, whatever: rural charm, you decide. A semi is up ahead and you weave on by while the road peels off to make a narrow curve - slide the video of her finger-fuck-documentary just one last loop longer, a minute more, two, the audio squelching sweetly out of your tiny phone speaker. Little two-finger stretch, wristy-push - you can tell the moment her head hits the pillows and her other hand flies out to claw at the sheets. Hopes high on finding her in an indecent state that needs remedy, of course.

It's Thursday and her roommate is out; Jiwon is distracting to the max. Everyone needs a break - needs the space. Hence, the indecent proposal late after lights-out:

yeah lmao. no, it's just 1:55, dumbass.

I can't sleep

Which is why she's got her pretty jewelry collecting on her hands and wrists and lashes done up heavy like she has to doll herself up, her phone in the bathroom and aiming at the mirror where you can pick out her pale blue camisole stretched obscenely enough over her cleavage as she pumps quick and short jabs into her own soaking cunt - please come fuck me I am bored enough to record it as pornographic proof - so it's true then, really: with everything from the outfit and the accessories, to her try-hard curls that trails over her bare shoulder. She looks absolutely out of the ordinary.

you know you want me

That's another text. It pings when you've barely rolled into the correct lot.

And since she's running a dialogue with you, while you yourself are trying not to wrap your car into a damn guard rail halfway up a hill and die - you tell her:

on my way

stay exactly how you are

perfect as is

So you'll have to imagine the childish sprint up the steps, straight for the door handle, the easy slide past and into her apartment foyer, under its pale-white lights and down a hallway that you've spent a dozen lifetimes travelling already. Almost by pure adrenaline or some form of homing pigeon instinct. The bedroom-threshold kiss which eventually falls into a lazy end-table shag because she really knew what she was doing, little ass perched right on the edge. No time for foreplay, not really - the skirt of her negligee hiking up, her panties tugged to the side; you rip open a single flap in your boxers and, like second nature, feed her a cock to swallow.

"We should really invest," you're gasping; her cunt's clenching and releasing, throbbing around the bottom of your shaft. Right, smart conversation starters are a strong-suit of yours when she's already taken at least twenty minutes turning her brain to tapioca by way of her talented little fingers. "In getting you one of those silicone things," you say, "to keep in the nightstand."

"A gag?" she smiles, dreamy-lidded. This adorable, sloppy smile that you nearly melt in. Because there is nothing Nagyung loves better than dragging that depraved, I-can't-believe-you're-this-fucked response from you, and the best part, again, is that it's almost never deliberate. This kind of fantasy has become so incorporated as part of the landscape of her personality. The subtle hint of something taboo in saying "whatever you find and use; stuff me," is perfect.

A bit rough, and a bit mean. Not at all a suggestion, you're well in your rights - it is exactly how things work once you've slid her into pleasure. She's given the leeway and has used it and abused it a good bit. You have the access. The keys are handed over. Not a gag, but you slip two fingers between her teeth anyway, and there's just a groan you want made right behind her mouth. Your hips jolt up into the wet clutch of her wet-flooded cunt.

She bites. Rolls in her tongue. Keeps eye contact so it's incredibly hot how she has to gag.

"Talking about things for you to play with all on your own, honey," you add. Give her incentive to behave.

You take a breath, fuck her for a long, wet minute of full strokes just for good measure. Her pussy feels like some goddamn slice of heaven, like there's so fucking many different ways this could play out; pull her hair, suck a nipple, just rut the poor girl into whatever you want, every which way; do it all till she's begging. For better or for worse, she's not always an obedient type, but there's your dick, and it's in all the right places and her pussy's all deliriously sloppy and all it's really good for right now is thrusting into and pumping full. 

So, hell if the details get caught in the flood.

"Why would I play on my own," there is a gasp, just like that - she bites down harder; eyelashes cast low - "when I've got you like this. Smeared all over my lips before even - ah," little fists clench onto the furniture as she shifts on you. Her ankles hook on the meat of your thighs, tight and urgent. Pulling the thick length deeper, rolling up along the underside to let her clit feel you grind the pleasure nerves against her soft-cunt; there is that bliss and that build, one up-and-down followed instantly with some low-breath rasp. Ngh, yes. More.

"Need you just like this. On top," she adds, and grins.

She turns the tables: fuck-you is always on the cusp of fuck-me - Nagyung reaches around the nape of your neck and wants to be picked up, fucked, carried to bed if she can be bothered. Something tender for one moment of half-privilege, and she'll be spread out inviting whatever angle and depth into the desperate mess in her cunt.

So: just for this time span. Just when her spine is soft and bent back she lets her pretty little eyes flutter shut and just goes stupid-wanton at the thought of anything and everything sex. You fuck her into the sheets, make her scream twice, rut hard into the squeak of her mattress, pump away, and keep all these fucking words spilling past Nagyung's lips and mixing between you into some mess overblown: promises and just more, feels so good. It ends up on the white-plush carpet; with her back facing away from you and she feels so good with her legs tight together you have to pull out and pinch everything off - just, at the very precipice.

"Yeah?" she asks, because Nagyung loves watching a handjob from an expert, wiggling her hips up higher, twisting at an angle until you see the way her pussy's stretched out, gaped and winking so cutely at where her fingers are helping her own heat spread. 

She wants it smeared.

Wants your load painted all the way down her ass.

"No finishing inside," she drags the rules on: play games but never end up that punished. She wriggles a finger into her tight entrance just to watch. Yeah, says Nagyung's tone, keep it where I can't lose it. Make the mess easy and spread yourself right the fuck out on this plush fuckdoll body.

"Yeah," is what you settle with; your other hand, gliding between the slit to rub messily into her aching cunt.

You can't tell her you accidentally just bust all over your hand, so you don't - just slip your cum-covered cock right past where it's tight - the shallow bite, the lovely suction along your shaft - and make her hump you back like a toy and keep grinding. She likes it the best fucking sloppy, drooling cum all over your cock. You catch that face just before she pushes onto her side completely. Nagyung reaches between the cleft of her own ass and shoves those red-painted little fingers right back, fucking open and sloppy to feel you follow to clean her up. All while mumbling blissed shit like, how hot and disgusting that feels, letting it gape a mess of jizz and you between her thighs even when it wasn't where you first intended it to be.

It's what those spoiled-queen's-privilege hours get you.

"Is that you or me?" she asks, because there's cum fucking everywhere now. Fingerfucking with some lazy circling onto her hot, needy clit too.

She arches for the better angle. Looks so hurtfully pretty. "I didn't cum in you," but you're barely breathing in between sentences. Steadying yourself to fuck her brainless, recovering for round two it's... sweet and simple.

She grins sorta wickedly.

Nature of the agreement, et cetera, yeah sure: you're a free-use toy, and that's all the contextualizing Nagyung's going to put up with while her brain slowly gets back on that whole, 'thinking' business. She sinks her hips back onto you more deliberately - up, and back down, up - "Oh, shit." A sharp choke in her lungs. "You're making me fucking cum again."

"That's all you," is what you tell her: the more praise you give her, the more she rolls and grinds against you like it's her prerogative; as is often the case she finishes a thought by clenching, just a little bit - which fucking ruins you a little for sure. Drippy sort of fuck-movements where she's sloppy-slick on you with almost all of you deep in her pussy. Roll-of-her hips, back up, long pass back down - because you play fair: just hold on with one hand lazily grabbing the waistband of what's left of her underwear. Drenched to the roots of the lace; who knows.

When you call out how hot she looks taking your cock like this it just helps it along, you know.

Pussy creaming and slick and drawing little bridges of cum right where you're guiding yourself further in, balls-to-clit slap on every good little fuck to test the bounce, test how the wet cling of arousal sticks; she chatters and her breath comes down into rasps - how Nagyung moves also follows very strict protocol: she does the part where she mewls pretty porn-star, pant-whispers this nice and slutty, "I love it when you stretch me out" routine, loves those words to fall somewhere along her chin every half-lamenting syllable.

You have Nagyung on her hands and knees, panting so wet and raw and strained while you rock up into the tight little pussy pushing back. Started in doggy: a real hit-it-stupid-good-from-behind on her bedroom floor and landed more vertical each time - and god help the way she feels squeezing on the out-stroke even. "Ah," every exhale climbs into the back of her diaphragm to exit her throat in airy tones - "Ah, nn- ah, uh-" The wet smack, clap and dirty sound of cock into the fat of her ass, it makes all the sense in the world. Nagyung loves this position the most when she gets all limp like this, because she can relax, roll, and ride without moving too much. Her elbows slip to brace onto her forearms and her knees shake when she pushes herself backwards into your rhythm with every eager little plap.

"I'm," she whimpers out, eyes shut. And she sounds close, like maybe if she wasn't such a cum-guzzler who wanted it anywhere else other than where she started - you could push forward to finish off in her pussy and get all that baby-making intent across.

But it doesn't really work out that way: because Nagyung grabs hold of her tits and moans, spreading her legs just a little wider.

"This," she adds, sliding on the length, sitting up; "feels amazing," just to chase the drag.

Her ass bounces on the fat base of your cock. Those circles of her hips roll to bring that rhythmic thwack of a fuck - Nagyung rides out an orgasm in this fashion: bare, lithe. Slowly grinding. That steady beat of a thrust. And all the muscles in her stomach and back seem to flex along as she works.

She leans forward.

Lets out a cry.

"Yes, that's," she's cumming hard now. "That's my cum," she whines, like a selfish brat. "Give it."

Slicking two fingers under your balls and feeling at how deep it's gone. This wet-hot squelch sounds right out of a porno, how wet she is on the base of you and pooling back up the seam of your balls. She's such a submissive top, but then the bounce gets weaker - fuck her in faster, shallower jerks. So close, but don't go deep because it hurts her tummy when it's sensitive - yet she's already telling you not to shoot it into her womb, the part where it feels best.

"You can fill it up when we wake up in the morning. Maybe lunch." She's sighing it like it's the sweetest promise, to get pumped into a total mess at your leisure - oh yeah, there's no mistaking that slurry slurp of her cunt squeezing your cum, just not all the way. "Your turn," she says, shifting slightly back.