“This is so awkward.”
“What? No, it doesn’t have to be, Dahyun.”
You turn your gaze away from the gorgeous view of nighttime Los Angeles to face Dahyun, finding her with her head buried in her hands.
“I just, I’ve never really played with one of the toys before, y’know?” she says through her palms. “It was always something the other girls did, but I never… I dunno, I never really… I kind of…”
“Hey,” you begin, “don’t worry about it. We don’t have to do anything. I can leave, or we can just sit and talk, maybe order in some food, watch something on the TV…”
“No,” she says, bringing her hands to her sides where they ball into fists. On her face is a look of newfound determination, although you weren’t truly convinced by it. “Everyone treats me like I’m some little girl that needs to be sheltered and protected. I’m a grown woman. I can do this. I was the one that told Chaeyoung I wanted to play with you tonight.”
“Dahyun, we should only do this if you want to do it. Don’t do something just because the other girls tell you you should, or because you think you should.”
“No, I want to,” she says, sounding a little more sure of herself. Perhaps she had convinced herself that it was what she wanted, even if she hadn’t convinced you. “I… I’m gonna be honest - I hear the other girls talk about what they do with you guys, and… I…”
“You…?”
“I… I dunno, I get… curious.”
“Really?” you answer, interest piqued.
“Yeah, like… how do you… like, there are so many of them. How do you… y’know, find the… uhh… find the energy?”
“It’s pretty easy to find the energy when you’re with the hottest women on the planet,” you answer with a sly smile.
“Nayeon told me once she did it with each of you twice in the same night. That’s six times! And then she had you again midway through our concert! She said she did the second half with you leaking out of her! That’s crazy! Is it true!?” Dahyun asks, half-turning to you, eyes wide with genuine interest.
“Uh, yeah,” you answer, scratching your head. “She’s kind of insatiable, that one.”
“Waaahh-,” she exclaims. “That’s insane.”
“It kind of is. This whole thing is.”
Insane would have been a good word for the last two weeks of your life. You’d gone from being a random fan to Twice’s personal sex toy over the past fortnight - and more than that, at their insistence you’d quit your job in order to join JYP as their “manager” in an attempt to explain away your constant presence to the media. This meant doing various odd jobs for the girls - picking them up and dropping them off here and there, going out to run random errands - but above all that on top of fucking the hottest women on the planet, you were being paid for it.
“I bet,” Dahyun says. “I mean, we’re used to the touring lifestyle, but it must be overwhelming for you.”
“It kind of is,” you admit. “But who am I to complain? Any straight man on earth would kill to be in my shoes right now.”
“Fair enough,” she replies with a smile. She had a beautiful smile, Dahyun - so bright and full of energy. She had a gorgeous everything else, of course, but her smile was what attracted you to her most of all.
The “leader” of the School Meal Club is wearing loose fit jeans and a black tube top - an outfit that wouldn’t have been out of place on the more sexually confident members of her group, like Sana or Jihyo. Truth be told it’d surprised you when you saw her emerge from their dressing room in that outfit for their concert encore. Perhaps it was because the other girls were steadily wearing more and more revealing outfits, and she wanted to fit in. Perhaps it was another part of her wanting to appear more grown up. Either way, you weren’t complaining, given the way the tight top hugged her chest and revealed enough of her milky shoulders and midriff to pique your interest more than once as you watched her from backstage.
“The pay is great, but we still don’t get the penthouse suite like you girls do,” you say, returning your gaze to the large floor to ceiling windows of her hotel room. Outside the twinkling lights of Los Angeles beckon over the night sky, like a pile of diamonds and jewels spilt over dark velvet.
“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?”
“It really is,” you admit.
There is a moment of silence as you both stare out into the city. You were content to just stand there and stare at the skyline, truth be told. As much as your more base urges were pushing you towards the idea of getting intimate with Dahyun, you had to admit that this slower, less intense time with her was a nice change of pace from your time spent with the other girls, where you often launched right into the depravity without very much lead-up.
It’s Dahyun that breaks the silence.
“I bet I can make it even more beautiful.”
She steps in front of you, standing between you and the glass window. Her eyes bore into yours - there is a little nervousness there in her large dark pools, but also a little determination, a little desire to prove to herself and to others that she wasn’t just the meme material girl she’d so often portrayed online and in real life. Dahyun, it seemed, wanted to prove to herself that she was so much more than that.
Her hands reach behind her back, fingers working quickly to undo whatever contraption kept the tube top tied to her chest. The black material falls from her body quickly, revealing a white bra kept up by transparent straps, the cups hugging her perfectly sized, round breasts tightly. Her hands work at her jeans next, and soon the loose denim falls to the floor in a blue pool, leaving her in a set of simple white panties.
She steps towards you, and as she draws close you can almost feel the tension in her body - the nervousness, the jitters - but also the anticipation. She looks up at you and finds your eyes once more. You bring your hand to her cheek, fingers grazing her jawline, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Your first touch is like a jolt of electricity through your bodies, and it finds expression through a soft gasp that leaves Dahyun’s lips.
“Dahyun, are you… are you sure?”
She nods, looking down at your chest for a moment. She places a hand above your heart.
“Yes,” she answers when she brings her eyes to yours. Gone, suddenly, is the apprehension. There is determination there now, and for the first time that evening you are convinced of it. “I want this. I want you.”
She angles her face towards you, and you meet her lips with yours.
It is soft at first, passionate, even. She is content to let you take the lead, exploring first her lips and then her mouth with yours as she opens her lips to let your tongue inside. Her arms wrap themselves around your neck as the kiss deepens, and when you place your hands on the soft, warm skin of her lower back she gasps into your mouth.
“We’ll do… whatever… whatever you want, okay?” you say between kisses, eager to let her know that you were at her beck and call, and not the other way around.
She nods without breaking your kiss, but still manages to answer. “I know… but I… I want to show you… that I’m not a girl anymore.”
Before you can truly make anything of her words her hands are already working at your waist, fingers making quick work of the knot that kept your joggers tied up before her thumbs hook into the waistband and pull them down, along with the boxers beneath.
She breaks your kiss. In her eyes now is lust, and nothing more.
Her hands reach behind her again, and soon her bra joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
The other girls had some of the best sets of breasts you’d ever seen in your life - you’d never figured Dahyun would come anywhere close to them. But as you drink in the sight of her chest for the first time you knew you had to rethink everything you thought you knew about this group of women.
They are not large, not anywhere near the size of Jihyo or Momo, but they are round, perfectly shaped, and covered with the same perfect pale vanilla skin as the rest of her. Her small, round nipples, already taut with excitement, beckon for you. They almost call out, almost beg for attention.
You crush her lips with yours, eager to taste her, eager to taste the treasures of her body - a body that she’d kept hidden for so long. You press against her so eagerly that she ends up taking a few steps back, and soon her back is pressed against the glass window.
You dive into her neck - her warm, soft, neck - and devour the creamy skin there. She gasps into your ear, pressing herself against you even as you press her small, tight body against the glass. She cranes her neck up, eager to give more of herself to you, eager to have your mouth devour more and more of her. She finds the hem to your t-shirt and rips it off your body before pressing herself against you, her tight nipples grazing against your chest.
As you begin to trace a path down her upper chest, past her sharp collar bones, she stands up on her tiptoes, knowing what you want, knowing what you both want.
You cup her left breast first, drawing a breathless gasp from her lips at that first intimate contact. With every ounce of self-control you had in your body you force yourself to take it slow, force yourself to place soft, patient kisses on her upper breast as you cup it with your palm, reminding yourself that this wasn’t about to be the wild indulgence it was with the other girls. No, this wasn’t about you at all - this was about Dahyun, and what she wanted, and what she wanted to feel.
And so you take your time, planting soft kisses and occasional swipes of your tongue on her perfect, warm skin. But soon you reach your quivering, tight nipple, and the nearness of it to your tongue chases away what was left of your self-control.
When you capture her nipple in your mouth the sound that leaves Dahyun’s mouth is nothing short of beautiful. She gasps and moans as you suckle on her breast, wordless gasps and exhalations of pleasure leaving lips unbound by propriety or manners. She gives in. She lets herself feel the pleasure coursing through her body.
After a few glorious moments you switch to her right breast, leaving her left soaked in saliva, and unattended only for a moment as your hand reaches up to the nipple and squeezes it, pinching it softly. You give her other breast the same attention, and soon the pleasure becomes almost unbearable for the young woman, her hands winding into your hair and her nails digging into your scalp in some vain attempt to ground herself amidst the pleasurable assault you were subjecting her body to.
You are content to stay there, feasting on her chest for the entire evening. But she stops you with her palms on your chest, and for a moment you are afraid she wants to stop.
But the look in her eyes convinces you otherwise. Half-lidded, heavy with pleasure, she licks her lips. Then she falls to her knees.
She was right - she had made the view even more beautiful.
You force yourself to look out onto LA’s skyline once more, even if the young woman on her knees between you and said view made it difficult to see it as anything more than a series of blinking lights in the distance. Dahyun is far from skilled, but what she lacks in experience she more than makes up for enthusiasm. She takes you in and out of her mouth with a speed and tempo that catches you off guard for someone so admittedly inexperienced and timid when it came to sex - so much so that it causes you to involuntarily reach a hand out to the glass in front of you to brace yourself amidst the sudden weakening of your knees. Perhaps it was her inexperience that led her to skip any semblance of foreplay before diving right in - not that you had any complaints, not at all.
You glance down, at her bobbing head, and the glistening shaft of your cock as it emerges from between her lips. She must have sensed you doing so, for when she lets your cock out of her mouth she looks up at you, and the sight of her - of innocent, bright, timid Dahyun with the head of your cock on her outstretched tongue - almost drives you insane.
She watches this, watches the effect she has on your body written plain on your face, and the corners of her mouth curve upward in the slyest of smiles.
And then she takes you into her mouth again.
You gasp this time - loudly, louder than you would’ve expected. But the feel of the young woman’s tongue on the underside of your cock, and the warm wetness of her mouth around it, made it impossible to keep such noises from leaving your body. She was inconsistent, she was sloppy, she was messy - but she felt amazing.
When Dahyun’s hand reaches up to the base of your cock and begins to pump up and down while she takes the top half of your shaft in and out of her mouth, it turns the gasps into moans. Her other hand reaches for your dangling balls, and massages them with gentle fingers. That a seemingly innocent and inexperienced young woman could inspire such pleasure so quickly in you was surprising. With the other girls you’d been able to control the sensations, truly savor every moment - with Dahyun, you were helpless to do more than grasp the glass window and the back of her scalp with your hands as though hanging on for dear life.
Perhaps it was her image more than any skill she had at oral pleasure. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed so innocent, so naive and pure. Perhaps that was why having her take you into her mouth felt so amazing. It was a perversion of everything she appeared to be - and a welcoming of what she had wanted to be.
You feel her hand leave your balls, and you glance down to watch as it drifts between her legs. For long, pleasurable minutes you watch her take you in and out of her mouth. Her eyes catch yours, but they drift closed as her fingers work their magic between her own legs. All the while she takes you in and out, in and out, in and out between her lips. Saliva and pre-cum drip from the corners of her mouth.
You’d seen a lot in the past two weeks. A lot of sensations and experiences you would never forget. But that sight - Dahyun on her knees, your cock in her mouth as she fingered herself - ranked somewhere near the top.
It’s Dahyun that brings it to an end. She lets your cock slip out from between her lips, giving it a soft, almost chaste kiss on the tip.
“I want you inside me,” she says, words dripping with a lust and need you hadn’t imagined the young woman to be capable of. But her actions quickly back up her words as she rises from her knees, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties to pull them down her full hips until they fall to the floor, leaving her naked for the first time.
Your body moves of its own accord, almost involuntarily. You reach down, grasping her full ass and lifting her, pressing your chest against hers until you are carrying her, her back pressed against the cold glass.
She grasps your face with hands, kissing you fiercely, with little of the softness of your first kiss. It was about passion, now. About needs. About lust.
She reaches between you, grasping your cock and placing it at her entrance. The heat of her pussy on your tip is intoxicating enough, but when she places your head between her dripping lips it almost unmakes you.
Her eyes find yours. In her eyes is nothing but need.
“Fuck me, please,” she gasps, the words a breathless plea.
She lets go of your shaft, and you slip inside her for the first time.
She moans - a soft, wordless, breathless moan. She fills your ears with her voice. She sounds like nothing you’d ever heard from the other girls. She tells you everything she wants without saying a word.
She is tight, so very, very tight. And she is so wet she quickly lathers your shaft with her juices, some of it already dripping onto the base of your cock and onto your balls as you stay there, embedded to the hilt inside her, pinning her against the glass. Her legs wrap themselves around your waist, alleviating some of her weight, not that she was anywhere near heavy.
“Do it,” she hisses into your ear. “Fuck me.”
It’s all that you need to hear. You slip out of her for the first time before thrusting back inside her warm, wet, hot pussy.
Soon you are fucking Kim Dahyun against the glass. Soft at first, giving her time to get used to your size and girth. The sounds leaving her throat begin as sharp gasps, and her arms are tight around your neck, but soon the sounds soften and the grip of her arms loosens as she adjusts to the hard shaft thrusting in and out between her legs. You up your pace until you find one that is comfortable for the both of you, using her moans as a guide for what she wanted, what she needed.
Your cock thrusts in, pulls out, does it over and over again. She gasps and moans with each entry, each wordless sound in time with the piercing shaft between her legs as it pounds her young, tight pussy. Her walls tighten around you with each entry, loosen enough to let you go, and then does it all over again.
You nail her against the glass as though she were some painting you wanted to mount onto it. You fear that the position was less than ideal, that she would have preferred a slower, more considerate pace or position on the soft, warm bed that was mere feet away.
But the increasing volume and pitch of her moans into your ear convince you otherwise. The tightening of her pussy around your cock confirms it.
“Oh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she hisses, the curse words in time with each thrust into her body. The sound of her swearing, of the profanities leaving her mouth so freely - it seems almost wrong, like it’s a perversion of her image and everything you’d thought she was.
But you’d be lying if you’d said it didn’t turn you the fuck on.
Her legs - those long, creamy, soft legs - wrap themselves even tighter around your body as you pound away between them. Her ankles hook around their counterparts, locking you inside her, pulling you towards her spread legs, doing anything she could to get more of you deeper, further inside her.
You tear your head from her neck, where you’d buried it since you’d slipped inside her. The sight of her almost makes you cum, right there and then.
Head pressed back against the glass, eyes shut and brows furrowed, mouth ajar, drool and pre-cum dripping from a corner of her mouth - Kim Dahyun is a sight to see. A picture of lust and need and carnal desire fulfilled. A view.
It’s a sight you know you can’t watch for long, for fear of unintentionally cutting the session short. And so you force your gaze down, towards the flushed, creamy skin of her neck. You watch, enraptured, as a drop of sweat traces a path over perfect, soft skin, beginning from behind her ear and down her neck, onto her collarbone, and finally onto her bouncing breasts.
Her soft mounds jiggle with each thrust into her body, each impact sending a shock through them, sending them bouncing, sore nipples still painfully taut, flushed and reddened now with your recent attention.
You force your gaze past them, down past her toned, flat stomach, and the glorious sight beneath.
You watch as your cock, slick and wet, pounds the spread, dripping lips of Dahyun’s pussy. You notice for the first time the small, perfectly kept patch of hair above her entrance - at once adorable and naughty, the sight of it spurs you, urges you to fuck her even harder than you already were.
“Oh, fuck!” Dahyun exclaims as you fuck her with renewed vigor, “Oh fuck, right there, oh, fuck me, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I-…. I… oh!”
Dahyun orgasms, and her entire body begins to quiver - a quiver that quickly turns into a tremble, and then something resembling a convulsion. Her voice cuts out, mouth frozen open in a wordless, soundless moan. Her fingers tighten almost painfully around your scalp. But the most powerful sensation of all is the pulsating and grasping of her pussy around your cock. She tightens and squeezes, tightens and squeezes, her walls wrapped so tightly around your cock it is almost painful.
It takes her a full few minutes to recover. All you can do is hold her there, carrying her weight against the glass, pressing her against it until your chests are touching, her hard nipples digging into your pectorals. You are still buried to the hilt inside her, and your cock yearns to pound her again, but you knew that she needed time to recover - and you weren’t one to complain about being hilt deep inside one of the most beautiful women on earth. You plant soft kisses onto her heaving chest and sweat-slick neck. She breathes heavily into your ear as she does her best to regain control over her body.
She drips slick, clear juices onto the floor. You feel more of her liquids slide from her entrance and drip from your cock as she loosens her legs from around your waist until she is standing on shaky legs. You slip out of her, and an involuntary sigh escapes your lips at the absence of her around you.
She finds your eyes, and she grasps your face as she kisses you. Soft, considerate, but with a good amount of quickly returning passion. When she breaks it, you find the lust in her eyes returning.
“It’s your turn,” she says, softly, words possessing more lust and need than you thought the pale young woman was capable of mustering. You expect her to take you to the bed, where you can cradle her in your arms and make slow, sweet love to her. And you would have been happy to do so.
But Dahyun turns around so she is facing the window, planting her hands on its surface and spreading her legs slightly. She looks back at you over her shoulder.
“Like this,” she says. “Fuck me like this.”
Your body loses control of itself, animating your limbs with involuntary directions. Nothing else existed in the world, nothing more than the need to fuck the wanton young woman in front of you.
You step between her spread legs, taking a moment to admire the fullness of her hips, the curve of her generous cheeks. You reach out to caress her waist, a waist that you’d long admired from afar in passing - but now, here, in person and with nothing else but her own lust to clothe her, it was utterly sublime.
Her waist flares beautifully into those full, wide hips of hers, and your palms follow your gaze, around her hips and around the cheeks of her ass - larger than you’d imagined, fuller than you’d thought. The slight parting of her legs gives you a peek at her puckered rear entrance - just another thing that intoxicates you with the mere sight of it. But below it is the real prize, and you quickly bring your shaft to her hot, dripping entrance with your right hand.
Your cock parts her pussy lips. She gasps into the window, her hot breath misting upon the cold glass. You step closer to her, truly pinning her against the window. The head of your cock slips inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, the mist on the window spreading, “please. Please.”
“Dahyun,” you hiss into her ear, “do you want me to… where do you…”
“Inside me!” she gasps, quickly. “Please. Inside me. Fuck me and don’t stop until you cum inside me. Until you fill me with cum.”
“Are you sure?”
She twists her neck and upper chest from the window, enough to look back at you over her shoulder. Her hand finds the side of your face and brings your lips to hers. You share a kiss that is equal parts passion and need.
“Please,” she says, breathlessly. “Please. I’m not a… not a girl anymore. I need this. I want it. I want to feel it inside me. I want to feel your cum inside my body.”
You nod against her lips. She returns her face to the window, bracing herself against it.
Then you slip inside her, filling her to the hilt.
Dahyun gasps, the force of your thrust pressing her even harder against the glass. You give her a moment to recover, watching as the mist on the glass disappears and reappears with each of her heavy breaths. You are deeper now, deeper than you’d ever been inside her. And she’s tighter around you, even if a moment ago you’d sworn she couldn’t have possibly been any more so.
After a moment you slowly ease yourself out of her, waiting until only the head of your cock remains embedded between her wet, slick pussy lips. And then you thrust back inside.
Soon you are fucking Kim Dahyun against the glass with a steady pace, each thrust pushing her against the window, each one mashing her soft breasts against the surface. What you would have given to watch from the other side as her tight little body is fucked against it. What you would have given to watch her tits and the tight nipples atop them being crushed against the transparent window. What a view that would have been.
But you weren’t one to complain. Not when the view of her wide hips and full ass was the one that greeted you with each glance downward. Your right hand grasps her hip, pulling her back against you with each thrust until she begins to push herself back against you of her own accord. Your left hand traces a path up the delicious curve of her spine, fingertips floating over her sweat-slick skin and onto her left shoulder, where it finds a grip.
For a few long minutes you fuck her like that, fuck the mewling young woman against the glass, pounding her against the hard surface, relishing every entry into and exit out of her tight, soft little body. Fucking Dahyun was nothing like the other girls. The other girls seemed built for sex sometimes, given their appetite for it and the ways they knew how to use their bodies; but Dahyun was different. Her apparent innocence, her seeming naivete, leant sex with her a delicious, intoxicating flavor that didn’t exist with the other girls.
Her body seemed the perfect reflection of her. Soft, innocent features, pale creamy skin. So often covered in conservative, loose, full length clothing. But beneath it all were an amazing pair of breasts, a slim waist, and full hips - a lustful creature waiting to be found, waiting to be unleashed. A sexual creature and its accompanying desire just waiting to be unlocked, waiting to be released.
The room fills with the sound of wet skin pounding against wet skin, a baseline of rhythm as you both ease into a steady, hard pace, a bassline to the music your bodies were creating together. Her moans and your grunts become a heady, lustful melody. Every now and then one of you finds words - a hissed profanity, a grunted curse. The sound you make is almost as beautiful as the sensations you create.
Dahyun is a mess now, the pounding of your thick cock into her tight body driving her closer and closer to an unexpected orgasm. She’d thought her first orgasm was the only one she’d have, but the fullness of your shaft inside her, and the new depth with which it was punching into her pussy was pushing her towards levels of pleasure she hadn’t known existed.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she hisses, the allusions to a higher power so intensely perverse given what you knew of her religious background. It seemed wrong, in a way. But you couldn’t deny how utterly hot it was to have that same pure, church-going girl here, against the glass, hissing profanities and other obscenities while you pounded away at her lustful, needy body.
And to be so close to cumming inside her - to know that that same girl who’d been so innocent, so pure, was now mere moments from being filled with your cum, cum she’d begged you for - it drove you insane.
“God, Dahyun,” you gasp, needing some way to articulate the desire in your veins, “god, you’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet. So fucking perfect.”
Dahyun’s only response is a breathless moan. You weren’t sure whether she would believe you or not, but it was true - the sight of her perfect hourglass figure from behind while you fucked her was nothing less than perfection.
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” she snaps, her tone almost worried, almost afraid of what she was feeling. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.”
“Fuck, Dahyun, me too,” you admit, slightly ashamed at how quickly your orgasm was approaching. But she was too much - the sight of her, the feel of her, the knowledge that you were in some way helping unlock these new desires within her - it was too much.
“Cum.. cum with me!” she manages to say, her brain barely able to form words now, barely able to do much more than brace herself against the glass as your cock pounds away at her needy, juicy little pussy. She is so tight, so slick. She’s on the edge. So are you.
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna, oh god, I’m gonna, oh god!”
“Fuck, Dahyun, I’m gonna cum in you.”
“Do it, do it, oh fuck, do it, cum in me, oh god, fill me up, fill my pussy and my body with your cum, oh god, oh god, oh god!”
Kim Dahyun orgasms, and you follow her into bliss, burying yourself as deeply as you can inside her young body before you finally let go.
Your cock spasms as it fills with cum, and it pulsates with each spurt of thick, hot white semen that it leaves inside Dahyun’s tight, quivering walls. She moans and gasps with each rope that splashes into her body, each one driving another spike of pleasure into her overloaded brain. You empty yourself inside her, leave every last drop you had inside her body. There’s so much, and she’s so full, that it quickly begins to flow out of her cock-stuffed pussy, dripping in heavy drops to join the small puddles she’d left on the hardwood floor of the hotel room.
You brace yourself with a quivering hand against the window above Dahyun’s head as your body slumps forward, pinning her to the glass with your cock and your chest. Dahyun herself breathes heavily against the window, body still quivering and trembling with the last waves of her own orgasm. She lets out a small whimper, a soft moan, and you bring your right hand from her hip and around her belly, hugging her to you, pressing yourself against her. She mewls at the warmth of you, nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck.
Eventually your half-softened cock slides out of her body - and you both gasp as you feel the heavy drops of your combined juices flow from her well-fucked opening, some down her flushed thighs, some of it dripping onto the floor.
She turns in your arms, and you share a soft, passionate kiss. Her lips say, without words, that she is thankful for the experience. She spends a few more moments in your arms before she takes you by the hand and towards the bed, where you both lie with her head on your shoulders and your limbs intertwined.
There aren’t any words spoken, because there didn’t really need to be. You both turn your heads towards the window and watch as the twinkling lights of the city are joined by those of the stars.
But some time later, when Dahyun raises her head from your shoulder and finds your lips again to share a passionate kiss, you knew what she was saying. Her lips told you all you needed to know.
Her hand drifts towards your cock, still slick with your cum and hers. Her fingers bring your shaft to life once more, and in only a few minutes you are back to full stiffness.
She rides you until, with your head buried between her sweaty breasts, you cum inside her creamy pussy once more. Later in the night, after fucking her mouth at her insistence, you take her pussy with her legs folded atop her body until they are pressed against her shoulders, leaving most of a third load in her sloppy, cum-filled hole. While your cock is still cumming you slip it from her body, leaving a few last ropes atop her flat stomach and heaving breasts, the thick white cum glistening on her skin like strands of pearls spilt on creamy white milk.
Only after the third time, with her exhausted, cum and sweat stained body lying atop yours, does she allow herself to fall into the wonderful bliss of sleep. There is a pure, satisfied smile upon her lips as she drifts off - the smile of a woman who was truly happy with what she had become.
—
Sadly, it’s your phone that wakes you up from the deep, dreamless sleep you were enjoying, and not Dahyun. You carefully entangle yourself from her limbs to find your phone in your pants pocket next to the bed.
On it is a text from Sana - accompanied by a picture of her and Momo, who was holding the younger woman in her arms from behind, her hands cupping her best friend’s breasts playfully, both tight nipples captured between a thumb and a forefinger. They were both naked, and the glistening slickness on Momo’s hands as they cup Sana’s tits mean that they were probably already mid-session.
“Is Dahyun done yet? We’re bored, and we both need a cock,” the text said.
“Go do your job,” comes a sleepy voice from behind you, and you turn to find Dahyun partially awake and looking at you with soft eyes. “Go to them.”
“What if I don’t want to?” you ask, with a smile of your own. “What if I want to stay here, with you?”
Dahyun smiles, a soft blush on pale cheeks.
“Go,” she says. “I don’t want my unnies mad at me for hogging their toy.”
“Buzz and Woody-”
“Busy with Jihyo and Nayeon, I think.”
You sit there for a moment, eyes locked on Dahyun. You wanted to stay there with her, wanted to explore her soft, warm body the entire night and morning. You wanted to watch her, feel her, taste every inch of her body. You wanted to take your time, truly devote yourself to her, make her feel the way she wanted to feel, the way she deserved to feel.
“But-”
“Go,” she says, before I make you.”
You sigh as you leave the bed, finding and putting your pants and shirt back on. As much as any man on earth would have hated you for it, a part of you wanted to turn down the two wanton women in the next hotel room if it meant a chance at spending the rest of the night with Dahyun.
But duty called, and you find yourself slowly making your way out of the hotel room. You turn to give Dahyun one last look as you leave, and you find that she has raised herself to a sitting position, wrapping herself in the bedsheets as she stares out the window at the first rays of sunlight as they appear over the skyline, a soft smile on her lips.
It was a beautiful view.