Work Out

"Housekeeping!"

"Not now!" she shouts back.

"Bro, I'm kidding, it's me. Come get the damn door."

Minju scurries to the door and opens it up.

"Ah, Park Minju, we finally-"

"Shut up. Can I ride?" She's already taking her jeans off.

"Sorry. Sure y-yeah." Before you can unbutton yours, she's on top of you, pinning you to the floor. She finishes unzipping your pants, pulls your cock out, and slides down it with one sleek motion.

"Fuck, Minju, what's the rush?" From your knock on the door, to the moment your whole dick was inside her took about 40 seconds.

"You're late. It's ten minutes til twelve, and I  haven't gotten my daily workout in." She presses her hands into your shoulders.

"And we couldn't, like, do it on the bed?" you grunt as she gyrates her hips over yours.

"You want the gag again?" She continues.

"I'll shut up." You lift her by the armpits, fingers slipping under her tank top. She plops down again and again, growing slicker with each bounce.

With your back against the door, Minju pounds you into the corner. Her face is apathetic, but her body is full of fervor. Her eyes roll, following the arch of her back.

You stick an arm out, reaching for a boob, but she digs into your shoulder. Her palm landing on a pressure point, which leaves you weak underneath her. She uses this as the perfect opportunity to speed up her bounces, while you are frozen in pleasure (and extreme discomfort).

But you wouldn't change a thing. Minju's lust is worth it. Her assertive touch. The sweat falling off her face, landing on your chest. Her folds slipping over your head. The pent up need in her eyes. It's all worth it.

"Can I.. have a breather, Minju?" Your request is ignored. Her big eyes lock with yours, a drop of mascara streaking down the side of her face. She's unrelenting, folding you, taking advantage of your willingness to please her.

After minutes of riding, she's ready for release. Digging herself down into you, she gives one last push, before melting around you. Minju gives you everything she has, gushing all over you. Her cum flows down, soaking the door mat you've been hammered onto. She rests a moment, recovering, while you lay under her in complete shock.

"Ok, get up buddy." Minju pats your shoulder, and you slip out of her. She makes her way to the bed, baggy jeans still around one ankle, dragging along the floor.

"That was good," you get up, and take a moment to stretch out, "but you could be a little more gentle."

"It's not my fault," she snaps, "it's this damn trainer. She's always saying 'you're not getting two thousand calories a day!'... 'you're not getting all the nutrients you need!'... blah blah blah." She unlatches a smart watch from her wrist, holding it in front of her. "And this stupid thing. They literally monitor me twenty-four-seven."

"Shhh. Relax. You've burned enough calories, you don't need to stress yourself further."

"Hmng." She falls back onto a stack of pillows.

You join her, abandoning your pants on the welcome mat, with your underwear somewhere between here and there. "So where next?"

"Tokyo," she blows a strand of hair out of her face, "all weekend."

"Uff. You know, you should have a say in your schedule too."