Young Adult Friction

A moan, then airily, “Been missing your cock a lot, baby — so big, so thick.”

If only she actually meant the baby part.

Yunah’s body tightens against the library window as you thrust your cock into her. White steam fogs the glass from her mouth. The white tee is hiked up for you to grab and squeeze her supple tits, leaving red prints on the sensitive part of her skin. No bra is needed today, just to tease him of what he’s going to miss from now on. Provocative, sure, but there is no rule against not wearing a bra. Her jeans pool on the floor, crumpled along with her lace panties she wore to, again, show him what he’d lost. Sweat has already formed on the back of her neck, inviting you to have a taste of her smooth, milky skin.

Not before you ask a question first.

“Big enough to forget him?” you ask, still rocking into her without any relent. Her pussy just feels so warm, so wet, so tight. She’s heavenly.

There’s no answer from her. She just keeps moaning and shaking against the window. At least nobody but you is going to see it; the film helps a lot in obscuring the misdeed you’re committing. Good to see that your tuition fee goes to something useful here.

You have to ask her again; this time as a snarl, “I said, big enough to forget him?”

Yunah moans once before, against the glass, huffing, “Yes, yes, yes, baby, you’re much bigger than him,” and a moan, and another reply with a cock-drunk smile, “He couldn’t stretch this tight pussy like you do!”

Good, another baby. How are you going to stop loving her this way?

A smug smile spreads across your face in satisfaction before you place your tongue flat on the back of her neck, drawing a straight line up her skin. The taste of her sweat — salt and musk — only quickens your (consensual) assaults into her pretty cunt. Yunah’s body quivers uncontrollably under your touch and thrusts, and a loud moan escapes her lips. You just have to suppress it with your hand.

“Fucking hell, Yunah. Are you trying to get us caught?” you growl as Yunah licks your finger. Your entire body shivers with her stimulation. The way her tongue swipes across your finger is just, fuck. “I want him to know who owns my pussy, Daddy,” Yunah sulks. And bloody hell, isn’t it such a goddamn turn on for you?

The thrusts can’t go any faster now. Yunah lets her body get rag-dolled by your cock. The windows make concerning creaking sounds with your rough fucking into her, but that’s not a stop sign, not really. Cumming inside her as she squirts around you, that’s your checkered flag.

“Come on, Daddy, breed this pussy good. Need your cum inside me,” Yunah whispers so fucking seductively. You’re really going as quickly as you can. Her ass and thighs are all red from your hips smacking into each other.

“Make me pregnant with your baby, Daddy!”

Her words alone drive you to the point of no return. You feel your legs tighten from the friction between your cock and her wet, warm walls. She’s milking you for all you’re worth, and you’re more than happy to spill yourself deep inside her. Your left hand grips her slutty little waist a tad tighter. Yunah winces a little, but you don’t really give a fuck now. You’re going to keep fucking her until the two of you break together, until the floor is wet with your juices.

Blend into one.

You see nothing but stars the moment you cum deep inside her. Your cock twitches in her warmth. Yunah’s juices leak out of her cunt to the floor, some spilling on the base of your cock. Moan after moan escapes your lips into the cold of the library. Yunah’s eyes roll up in bliss, tongue lying out idly against the window. Her cunt contracts and heaves around your thick cock. Your thrusts slow into deep, intense strokes, painting her womb with your white baby batter. It’s messy. It’s so fucking obscene, and you couldn’t have asked for more.

Your orgasms slowly dissipate in the thick air. Her pussy clenches in a rhythm around your cock, and your cum is still leaking out of your slit into her. It’s buried deep in her womb — a guarantee that she’s going to have an enormous belly soon.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck,” Yunah rasps blissfully, body still quivering in the aftershocks that course through her pliant frame. Sweat clings to her forehead, messing up her bangs all over. “I’m gonna be a mom now, am I?”

You chuckle tiredly. “And I’m gonna be a dad, h-holy fuck.”

Slowly, you pull yourself out of Yunah’s cunt. The mess pools on the library floor — a mark of your debauchery. You leave her with a soft wet sound, and you just watch her — tired, well-fucked.

The question still lingers inside your head, and you just have to ask.

“Wanna go out?”

Yunah, still under her debauched look, replies, “What?”

You can just say ’ nothing ’ and pretend that you didn’t ask her out on a date, but the courage is boiling inside you. Don’t let this go to waste.

You chuckle before saying it again, “Would you, Noh Yunah, like to go out on a date with me?”

Yunah looks at you groggily, and she laughs. Her shirt is a mess. Everything about her is a mess.

“Definitely, maybe.”

“What kind of response is that?”

“Come on, baby, you know the ending.”