Under The Sky (ft. LOONA's Jinsoul)

“We’re here, we’re really here!”

Your wife Jinsoul is two times as excited as you are. Next to you, she vibrates with energy, zooming past you to open the door to your getaway home for the next four days.

Both of you pull your baggage into the house, gasping at the rustic feel within. It felt as if you’d stepped back in time. Jinsoul’s happiness shines brightly, and you are content to stand and bask in her glory.

“Come on! Let’s bring the stuff to the bedroom!” Jinsoul pulls her luggage up the stairs, barreling down the hallway with you in tow. Your wife of three days remained as bright and sunny as she was when both of you began dating, and you adore her to bits. Her excitement fuels yours, and you rush to join her. This was going to be the best honeymoon ever!

Jinsoul doesn’t even bother unpacking. When you wheel your luggage in, she immediately tackles you onto the bed, lust glinting across her doe eyes as she straddles you.

“How about we christen the house?”

“What do you have in mind?” You smirk, resting your hands on Jinsoul’s hips.

“I want to fuck you. Here, now.” No other words were needed. The real honeymoon begins now.

Jinsoul crashes her lips to yours as both of you make out frantically. There was no time for any slow burn towards sex—Jinsoul wanted a good fucking, and you weren’t about to deny your wife.

Within moments, Jinsoul’s dress is on the ground, her bra flung to some corner in the room. You are entirely naked, while Jinsoul’s panties are pushed aside, your tip teasing her entrance.

“Don’t tease me anymore. Put it in, and fuck me until I cum.”

Instantly, you thrust into her hard, hilting immediately. Jinsoul’s loud moans only fuel your lust as you begin to wreck her pussy with hard thrusts. Her legs wrap around your waist as you pound into her, her nails pushing deeply into your back. Every thrust of yours makes Jinsoul groan, and you strive to make her cum as soon as possible. As you pound her, you sneak a finger in to stimulate her clit, which only turns her volume up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

“Shit!”

Jinsoul cums hard. Her pussy constricts around your pistoning shaft, and she screams as she squirts, her juices drenching both your crotches and the bedsheets below.

Your orgasm follows hers immediately. Your body tenses. Pulse after pulse of semen fills Jinsoul’s tight pussy, and you collapse after you empty your balls into Jinsoul.

When you withdraw from Jinsoul, a trail of pearly white cum leaks out of her cunt, as well as some of her slick. Both of you lie on the bed, panting after the exertion of a good fuck.

“Shower with me.” Jinsoul rolls over to you, smiling as she leans over you. “I want you to fuck me while we shower.”

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“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Somehow, you had the stamina for a second round. Jinsoul holds on to the towel rack for support as you lift one of her legs in the air, your shaft repeatedly thrusting in and out of Jinsoul. Both of you barely even turn the water on before Jinsoul pins you to the wall, stroking you to full mast for a second fuck.

You share torrid kisses with Jinsoul as she showcases her flexibility, supporting herself on one leg while twisting back as she kisses you while being fucked.

“Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph~” is the only sound she makes, aside from the slurping of tongues and the wet claps of your crotch meeting hers. The pleasure both of you receive from the fucking soon tips both of you over your breaking points, and you fill Jinsoul for the second time as she orgasms.

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Dinner is a relatively normal affair, but Jinsoul insists on a “post-dinner workout”, which you soon learn involves your cock deep in her pussy as she bends over the kitchen table. You grab her hair into a loose ponytail, gripping it tightly as you pound your wife senseless. She is barely undressed—her shirt is pulled up enough to expose her chest, and her panties hang around her thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!”

Jinsoul squirts around your cock, drenching her panties as you fuck her through her orgasm. Her juices run down her thighs as her hips buck wildly while she screams. Three more hard thrusts into her pushes you to deposit your third load of the day into her.

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“Your cock feels so good, oh, oh, fuck, fuck!”

Jinsoul all but demands to ride you before bed, after a change of sheets. Naturally, you oblige—why would you deny a chance for your hot wife to ride your cock? Jinsoul impales herself repeatedly on your shaft, and you warn her of your impending orgasm.

“Jinsoul, I’m not gonna hold on much longer.”

The lust in Jinsoul’s reply tells you she knows exactly what she’s doing. With an evil grin, she leans to your ear, whispering, “It’s okay, baby. Cum for me. Fill my pussy.” She lets a second pass, before whispering the hottest phrase you’ve heard in your life.

“Put a baby in me.”

With a burst of aggression, you grab Jinsoul and flip her over, pounding deep into her with hard thrusts. Jinsoul shrieks in surprise, before they turn to deep guttural moans. You pound her through the burn in your core, the aching muscles of your body willing you to take a break. The only sensation you take note of is the pleasure of Jinsoul’s pussy, and the loud scream that rings next to your ear.

Jinsoul convulses, her pussy so tight it pushes you out of her. Her body rocks hard as violent stream after violent stream of squirt drenches both of you and the bed. Without waiting, you immediately reinsert yourself into Jinsoul, pounding her squirting pussy until you empty your last load of the day into her pussy. Your cock fires rope after rope after rope of thick white cum deep into Jinsoul, who takes it all as she lies exhausted.

It takes all your willpower to fix up hot water for your beautiful, fucked-out wife. Both of you collapse in exhaustion for the night.

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Most of the next day is spent resting and relaxing. The activities of the day prior leave both of you aching, but both of you giggle at the hedonistic activities of yesterday.

It does not surprise you that Jinsoul somehow has the energy to want to fuck once more. Both of you shower together again, and naturally, neither of you really shower—you have Jinsoul against the wall as her legs wrap around you. Wet claps from your crotch against hers, Jinsoul’s loud moans, your animalistic grunts. It is almost akin to the night before.

The night ends the same way—you fill Jinsoul with a huge load before collapsing with her post shower.

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Clap, clap, clap, clap

Jinsoul’s knees buckle, your cock slipping out of her as she cums hard, her slick running down her thighs and calves.

Jinsoul barely allows you to finish breakfast before jumping you for sex. You sit her down on the countertop in the kitchen after she soaks both you and her in slick, then continue pounding her, chasing your own peak. Hot breaths mix as you and Jinsoul pant with exertion and pleasure. At this angle, you manage to hit Jinsoul’s G-spot repeatedly, driving her wild as she moans unintelligibly, her fingernails leaving deep red marks where she grips on your shoulders and her toes curled tightly behind you. One free hand frantically rubs her clit when you move to suck on her nipple, your other hand pinching and pulling the other. Your thrusts never cease in power and frequency.

The past three days have been spent doing nothing but eating, sleeping, and fucking. Jinsoul has squirted over a fair share of the house, but she demands more sex, which you can’t deny. Your wife is the hottest woman in the world, and you would do anything in the world to make her the happiest as well, even if it means fucking her as many times as she wanted a day.

“I’m cumming~!”

If Jinsoul’s body was the earth, her orgasm is akin to an earthquake. Her body quakes as she loses control, and her waterworks malfunction. As your first load of this day is fucked deep into Jinsoul, she drenches the countertop and the floor of the kitchen, her juices flowing over the edge of the counter and running down the drawers. You pull her orgasming body flush into your embrace, letting both your mutual peaks wash over each other.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking hot.”

“Of course.” Jinsoul kisses your forehead, arranging your sweat-matted hair as neatly as she can. “Now, take me to the couch, and fuck me on it until you fill my pussy again.”

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