Dahyun wants to meet in ten.
One text is all you need.
‘Ten minutes. I’m waiting.’
You burst into Dahyun’s dressing room. Sometimes you wonder how she managed to have this large a space in school just for her, but then you remember that her father isn’t anyone insignificant. After all, being the Principal’s daughter has its benefits.
“Took you long enough.”
You rush to Dahyun, and immediately she pulls you to crash against her lips in a torrid kiss. Such is the dynamic of your relationship—both of you are ready to go, anytime, anywhere.
Your hands push Dahyun’s jacket off her shoulders. As you tug at the knot of Dahyun’s blouse, Dahyun works the buttons of your uniform open as well. In your impatience, you just rip her shirt open, sending the buttons flying across the room.
“Hey!”
“I’ll buy another shirt for you. I want to fuck you right now, I don’t care.”
With her bare chest on display, you pick her up to seat her down on the dressing table behind her. You trail kisses all over her neck as you fondle her breasts roughly, making her moans echo around the room.
“Be quiet, what if people find you?”
“I don’t care, let them watch you pound me.”
Dahyun’s brazen words bolster your lust for her. You rush to undo the zipper that holds her skirt together, pulling at it along with her panties. You fling them to the back of the room, undoing your pants to tug them off.
“Stop wasting time. Fuck me.”
You line yourself up. In one hard thrust, you hilt into Dahyun, taking off immediately. Dahyun’s cries of pleasure with each clap of your pelvises meeting, each time your balls slap against her is music to your ears. You grip her hips tightly, pistoning deep into her pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so big, fuck, you’re stretching me out!”
You choose not to speak, just pounding the girl beneath you. In a flash of inspiration, you pull her stocking-covered legs around your waist as you lift her up and carry on thrusting into her.
“Oh, what the—fuck! Fuck! Yes, yes, yes!”
You groan with each thrust into Dahyun, just as she cries with pleasure on every entry and exit. She feels so much tighter, so much wetter. Her dripping juices stain your thighs and the floor with every thrust. Her walls quiver, the sensations liquid ecstasy through your veins.
“How does it feel being pounded like a slut, Dahyun? Who knew the Principal’s daughter was such a sex-hungry slut?”
“I’m only a slut for you! Pound me harder, faster, make me cum, make me cum!”
The pistoning into her depths never stops. In fact, Dahyun is the one who gets close first.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m going to, I’m going to—!”
You pull out.
“FUCK! WHY’D YOU STOP?!”
“So I can do this.”
You let Dahyun back down on the dressing table, then rehilt deep into her warmth, taking off again. Dahyun holds on tight to you as you harshly grab at her breasts, her nipples. Both of you share more torrid kisses as the wet sounds of sex and pleasure envelop the room.
Dahyun, after being edged once, is once again close to the edge.
“I fucking swear, you need to let me cum this time!”
“Fine.”
You focus on thrusting faster, not even letting more than an inch or two out of her. Dahyun’s cries get louder when you thumb her clit, rubbing and occasionally pressing on it.
“Shit, shit, shit, fuck, I’m going to—!”
Dahyun screams as you withdraw. Dahyun slaps your hand away as she assaults her clit, and then she bucks hard. Her pussy erupts.
Gush after gush of Dahyun’s juices spray all over her dressing room. The girl herself is lost in her orgasm. Her eyes roll back into her skull, her tongue lolling out between her open lips, drool running down to her chin. Her body convulses with each gush of her squirt.
When Dahyun stop squirting, you immediately return to pound her.
“No, no, no, stop! Stop!”
“One more.”
“I can’t, I can’t, I CAN’T!”
When Dahyun’s pussy tightens again, you jump aside, mirroring her actions on her clit from earlier. Dahyun squirts again, just as violently as her first time. Her body rocks on the table, her guttural groans only fueling you to stroke your cock harder watching Dahyun orgasm.
The next time you hilt into Dahyun, she doesn’t object due to her exhaustion. Four thrusts push you over the edge, and you let every ribbon of cum pump deep into Dahyun’s womb, filling the girl with every last drop of your seed. You never stop fucking into her, fucking your load deeper into her.
Your withdrawal brings along strings of Dahyun’s slick, as well as a deluge of your semen flowing out from Dahyun’s freshly fucked hole. You grab Dahyun’s phone on the table, snapping pictures of her fucked-out self and sending them to yourself. Her formerly immaculate hair is left in streaks across her forehead, and her body glistens with a sheen of exertion. Her chest heaves with every breath she tries to catch, her crotch stained in your mixed releases of pinnacle pleasure.
“That was a great fuck.”
“Yes.” Dahyun smiles, lazily coating your leaking seed across her fingers, bringing it to her mouth. “We need to do this more often.”
“Anytime, Dubu.”
“Good.”
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