I carry her to the bed and sit her on the edge.
“Let’s get these off you and let me see your pretty pussy.” I take my time removing her slip-ons and socks, then massage her feet. “Are you wet for me, Hartley?”
“So wet.”
“Hmm.” I pull down her zipper. “Let me check.” I slip my fingers inside of the black silk of her panties. Her heated slick coats my fingers. “Oh, baby, you’re flooded.”
“For you.” Her eyes blaze with want.
“That’s right, beautiful. Only for me.” I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking off the sweet nectar. I pull them out with a pop. “I think I need a taste straight from the source.” I pull down her pants. “Lift your hips.” She obeys, and my dick turns to granite. “You’re such a good girl. Look at how well you listen.”
She nods her head, eager to do my bidding as I help her wiggle her way out of the jeans. I pull them down her legs and toss them aside, revealing her neatly trimmed, dripping pussy. Massaging her inner thighs, I lean forward and lick a path up her sodden slit. I circle her swollen clit and plunge deep, digging into the meal I’ve often dreamt about. Slipping her legs over my shoulders, I tilt her hips up for better access. Her flavor coats my tongue, and I’m lost in the smell, scent, and heat of her liquid sweetness. Her walls flex around me, and she tugs on my hair as she moves against my face.
“Don’t stop, Yoon. Oh, God. I’m going to come.”
I suck on her bud, and she gushes into my mouth, shaking and keening. I slurp up every drop, slowly easing her down as I pull away. I lick my lips.
She peers down at me, breathing hard as she smirks. “I never knew you had such a talented tongue.”
I kiss her mound and move up her body, pushing her shirt up as I do. I cup her plump breasts, flicking her stiff nipples through the black lace. I suck one and then the other into my mouth as she squirms beneath me. Plucking her stiff peaks, I drink in the sight of her beautiful body, writhing on the crisp, white sheets. I shove her shirt over her head and pop the front clasp of her bra.
“You’re overdressed, Mr. Kim,” she purrs.
I strip down, tossing my shirt over my shoulder.
“Now, the rest.”
I chuckle at her sultry tone. “As you wish.” I unbuckle my belt and take my time unbuttoning the top.
“Tease.”
“It’s always better for the wait.” Winking, I push my pants down, and my cock springs forward. The head is red and leaking. I stroke it as I step out of my pants. Sitting up, she wraps her hand around me and takes over stroking. Her tongue darts out to circle my head and dip into my slit, gathering my cream. My cock twitches.
“It’s been a long time. You keep that up, and it’ll be over before it begins.” I still her hand, and she slides down my cock, relinquishing the hold her mouth has on me. “I’m clean. Do I need a condom?”
“I’m clean, and I have an implant.” She bites her bottom lip. “But it’s been a long time.”
“I’ll go slow while I stretch out that tight little hole until it’s molded just for me.”
“Jesus, Yoon.”
“You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? It makes you cream.”
“Yes,” she moans.
I grip my cock. “Spread your legs for me.” I run my cock between her lips, coating myself in her slick as I tap her clit, over and over. Her lids grow heavy as I slowly ease the tip in. Her walls cling to me, and I groan as I force myself to stop, pulling out and pushing back in, never going too deep.
“Rub your clit.”
“Yes, sir.” She circles her bundle of nerves as I work myself deeper.
“Look at how I split you wide open.” Her walls flex, and I grunt. “Your pussy is so hungry for me.”
“You’re so big.”
“And you’re going to take every inch.” I push into the hilt and rest my head on her shoulder as she adjusts.
“I need you to move.”