Birthday Wish

“Daddy—daddy—daddy~”

She’s on her back, knees apart, ankles around your waist, eyes already wet. The bedside lamp catches the small gold cherry pendant you gifted her this morning. She’s wearing nothing else.

“Yes, baby?” You’re inside her, and your cock coated in her needy slick, and you’re not moving.

“Please move, daddy.” Her hips lift. “It’s my birthday, please don’t tease me too much.”

“I know it is, baby.”

“Then move~” She pulls you closer with her ankles. “Please, daddy, please. I’ve been a good girl all year.”

“Have you? Have you really, Choi Yerim? Or do you want me to remind you what you did over at Heejin’s house when we visited last month?”

“Eeeeeh. It was just a quickie. I’m sure Heejin didn’t mind. I’ve been good enough, daddy.”

“Good enough?” You start to move, slow. You sink in deep, and her mouth opens in that round shape you chase. “Good enough for what? Heejin heard all your moaning and screaming back then, I’m sure of it.”

“I’m sure she enjoyed it as well, daddy. Come on~ It’s my birthday. I’ve been good enough for you to cum inside me multiple times today and breed me, daddy~”

“Ok. Is that your wish?”

“Well… That was wish number one.”

“Then let’s get it done. Seems you have multiple wishes for your birthday.”

You continue your assault on her tight cunt. The pendant slides across her sternum. You feel her clench around you on the second stroke.

“Don’t stop—please, please, don’t stop.”

You don’t stop. Actually, you go faster. You set a rhythm, and the sensation awakened something in her. When she’s really deep into pleasure, she starts talking during sex the way other people pray.

“Oh god. Oh god, oppa. You’re going so deep. I’m nearly cumming, oppa. Oppa—I’m… Daddy… I’m—”

“Already?”

“It’s my birthday.”

“I know, baby, and I’m going to make you cum over—” One stroke. “—and over—” Another. “—and over until you can’t handle it anymore.”

Her eyes roll back. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Daddy! Choerry’s cumming. Choerry’s co— oh god, fill me up, fill me up daddy, please daddy, please—”

She moaned hard, screamed actually; she cums hard around you. Her thighs clamping and her back arching and her hands grabbing at the sheets. You’re not done, but she’s already begging through the orgasm: inside me, please daddy, inside me, it’s my special day, give it all to me daddy, breed me, and you decide tonight’s rules are her rules. You bury yourself to the hilt and come inside her on your first climax.

She makes a sound when she feels your seed spilling inside her that you’re going to remember for the rest of your life.

“Mhmmm. Oh my god, oppa.” Her hands come up to her own stomach. “I felt all of that. Gosh, I want more of it; that was so addicting, oppa. This might be my best birthday ever.”

“We haven’t even really started, baby.”

“That’s what I like to hear, daddy~” Her face changes. She’s grinning now. Her makeup is already running. “Oppa, please don’t pull out yet. Let it stay there for now.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Good because I want you to breed me again after this.”

“Yerim…”

“What?” She’s looking up at you with the wettest eyes you’ve seen. “It’s my birthday wish, remember?”

“Alright.”

“For my birthday.” She lifts her own knees to her chest, slow. The bottom of her stomach is already glistening. “Knees-to-chest. Make me feel it everywhere daddy. Yerimmie wants to see her belly move with you inside her.”

That does it. You feel yourself harden inside her again before she finishes that thought.

You stay buried. You push her knees the rest of the way, her ankles by her ears, her body folded under you. The angle is criminal. The first stroke from this position makes her eyes go completely white.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuck.” Her moans sound like chants.

You start moving, and you can feel yourself in a different part of her now, deeper than you can be in any other position. She looks down at her own stomach and her face changes once more.

“Oppa, Oppa, look. Look at me.”

You look. Her stomach is moving with every stroke. Actually moving, the shape of you visible through her abdomen, sliding up and down with the rhythm. Her hand presses there. Her own palm bulges out as you push in.

“Oh god, daddy. You’re so huge inside me. You’re actually ripping me apart. I love it.” She’s crying now. Tears of joy streaming out of her. “Breed me, daddy. Spill your seed inside me some more. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy~ Birthday girl needs to get bred.”

You fuck her harder. She’s not making coherent words anymore. The bulge in her stomach moves with you, and her hand stays there feeling it, and her other hand has found your forearm, and she’s holding on like you might disappear.

“Oppa, I’m there again, daddy, daddy, fill me up, fill me up, pleaseee, fill your wife up, give it to me, give it to me, please please please please—”

“Where do you want it again, baby?”

“Inside. Inside, please, only inside—”

“Where again, Yerim?”

“In my fucking womb, daddy. In my fucking womb. Give it to your wife. Breed me. Knock me up, daddy. It’s my birthday. Fill me up and breed this birthday girl. Please please please—”

You cum inside her so hard your vision blurs. She cums around you at the same time, her hands clamping on her own stomach, feeling you pulse, and the sound she makes is half-scream, half-prayer, and full-ecstasy, and you’re completely sure for the second time tonight that you will never love anyone else.

“Oppa.”

“Yes, baby?”

“That was so fucking good.” Tears running into her hair. “This is the best birthday ever, oppa. You’re so good to me.”

“I’m glad.”

You start to pull out, and she clamps her thighs around you.

“Nope. Don’t. Not yet. Stay inside, daddy. I want to feel both loads sitting in there.”

“Choerry. Baby.”

“Just for a minute. Please. Then I want to ride you next.” She smiles. “This is another wish of mine for my birthday.”

You roll. She comes with you, never letting you slip out, knees finding the mattress on either side of your hips, hands flat on your chest. Her hair falls forward. Her stomach still has the slight curve of two loads inside her.

She rocks forward. Slow at first.

“Look at me, my hubby.”

You look. The lamp catches her sweat and the pendant that swings against her chest.

“Are you watching?”

“I’m watching, my wife.”

“I want you to see this. I want you to see your wife taking care of her husband. Her only one true lifetime wish.” She rolls her hips, and her eyes flutter, and she grins through it.

She starts to ride. Her thighs flex. Her tits bounce. The bulge in her stomach lifts and falls with every drop. You put your hands on her hips, and she puts her hands over yours.

“No need, daddy,” she breathes. “Use me freely tonight, hubby. I do all the work tonight. You just stay there and fill me up when I ask.”

“Yerimmie.”

“Choerry’s working. Choerry’s working hard for her present, daddy.”

She rides you in increasing tempo, “You’re so fucking deep, daddy. So, deep. Fuck. I love your cock, daddy. I love it. I love feeling it inside me. I love feeling all your cum still inside me. This is the best birthday ever. I want round four. No. Round five. No. I want more, daddy. I want to pass out with your dick still inside me.”

And you start feeling yourself nearing again, for the third time, and she sees it on your face, and her grin widens.

“Mhmm. Third one.”

“Choerry—”

“Third one’s coming, hubby.” She drops harder. “Give it to me. Right where the other two are. I want them all mixing inside me. I want to leak when I walk to the bathroom tomorrow morning. I want you to look at me when I do and remember it was you who put it there.”

You cum for the third time, and she sits down on you and stays there, hips grinding small, milking you further than you can muster. Her hand goes to her stomach again. Her eyes find yours.

“Best birthday ever.” She leans down, the pendant brushing your chest; then her body goes heavy on you, slow, peaceful. She passes out with a huge smile on her face. You kiss her temple before you follow her.

“I love you, Choi Yerim.”