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2 months after the initial meeting
All she can think about is Karina’s cock. She wants it between her legs. She wants it inside of her. She wants to get pounded silly. She wants it now. She needs it.
Sure she’s sucking it right now while Karina unnie is in a meeting. A video call meeting, without the camera, and Minjeong is hidden under the desk, safe and sound, and tucked between the older woman’s legs.
No, not an offline meeting. Minjeong is not a whore. Or she’d like to think that she’s not a whore. She’s a babygirl. It’s different.
Sure, this relationship is transactional. It’s sex and tuition. And Minjeong is not using her real name when she introduced herself to the older woman. (She suspects Karina is not a real name either) She comes to enjoy this; kneeling under unnie’s desk, warming 8 inch cock while Karina explains the outline of the strategy that she drafted last night. But what she truly wants right now is to be fucked roughly.
The gentle fingers rolling her nipple serves as a temporary relief from the endless torment of having to bounce her head slowly and obediently and to fit all that thick girth in her mouth and in her throat. Karina unnie knows how to touch her, how to keep her grounded. The pleasure that spreads across her chest whenever those fingers twirl and pinch stave off some of the neediness for the first ten minutes.
Now she’s just needy and wet and frustrated.
Karina’s face is flushed red. So, so pretty. She keeps biting her lower lip whenever it’s not her turn to talk, probably trying her hardest not to moan from all the pleasure. Oh Minjeong wants to ruin her so fucking bad. Minjeong wants to embarrass her. She wants to be a brat. She needs Karina to be reduced to a whimpering mess.
“Hey, I have another meeting. Gotta run out. Let’s talk about the details later tonight,” says Karina before she hangs up.
Minjeong releases the cock from her mouth, using both hands to stroke it up and down so slowly so it’ll drive Karina crazy.
She likes the dazed look in the older woman’s eyes, loves the way her lower lip trembles when she pretends she’s okay while they both know that Minjeong has ruined her completely.
“That’s enough Winter,” says Karina unnie, breath coming out ragged.
“Thank you. I’ll have you now on the sofa if you don’t mind,” says Karina as she rubs her hair gently although the fingers that are pinching Minjeong’s nipple still won’t let go, still rolling stiff peak and teasing it.
“Yes unnie,” says Minjeong a little too eagerly, letting go. Her voice comes out hoarse and scratchy. She’s panting silently, waiting for Karina to move away, to pull her out of her desk, but the silence stretches as the older woman stares down at her. Dark eyes drinking at the sight of Minjeong, kneeling under her with raw knees, disheveled and used, messy hair, crimson cheeks, and swollen lips.
Minjeong knows she’s a wet dream, a sick fantasy, and she’s playing along, maybe a bit too willingly for her own good, but she’s playing along because it gives her an immense satisfaction, to be desired so, so desperately like this.
“Come on,” says Karina with finality, pulling her upward. Minjeong wobbles, still not used to standing after kneeling for so long, for hours, or minutes maybe, and when they are eye to eye, she sees it, the fleeting sweep of Karina’s gaze, dropping down to her lips.
They don’t really kiss that often, but Minjeong likes it when they do. Karina’s kisses are devastating and needy. She likes it a bit too much, craves for it too frequently for it to be just a casual thing.
Admittedly, she’s thinking about it too, between classes, or when she’s home alone, doing nothing.
“Don’t just stare,” teases Minjeong, leaning in. Karina meets her halfway, grinning as if she knows something Minjeong doesn’t. It’s not fair. She likes it when Karina smiles like that, when the smugness appears on her pretty face, when she acts as if she can read Minjeong’s mind.
When their lips collide, Karina consumes, tongue, spit and lips, and Minjeong lets herself be taken just like that. It makes her a bit breathless, makes her a bit dazed, makes her heart pound hopelessly because how could a person kiss with this much passion if she isn’t attracted to her. She must want her, want her so much.
It’s all she chants in her head, that Karina wants her, wants her now, wants her so much, that she can’t stop herself from being a little rough, being a little bitey, that she’s leaving little bruises, that she makes Minjeong raw.
She feels herself being directed toward the sofa, between kisses, to the earth colored leather grain cushions that are so soft, that Minjeong actually enjoys the few times that Karina took her on this exact same spot for a few times these past weeks.
“Get this off,” instructs Karina, pulling at the button of her skirt. Her fingers impatient against the top hem, grabbing and tugging. Minjeong’s hands both tremble when she unpops it herself, shrugging it off her thighs so it drops to the floor.
It’s not an uncommon thing, to find herself still partly clothed, like now, with her bra gone but her shirt unfastens, her skirt somewhere at her feet, but already so deeply in lust. She doesn’t really care about how she’s still wearing her sneakers, how Karina’s light blue shirt covers her tight stomach. She’s so impatient, she’s been waiting for this all day.
She ends up on her back, with her legs spread wide open. Karina unnie’s cock rubbing against the center of core, the leaking tip poking her clit. Minjeong can’t tear her eyes from the sight in front of her. She’s transfixed as the pleasure travels to the tips of her nerves, feeling it everywhere.
“Give me,” husks Karina. Minjeong doesn’t really understand what she means by it, but it manages to wrench her attention away from how Karina moves her hips, rubbing her length against her clothed cunt. She looks up, finding Karina is already hovering above her, lips inches away from hers.
“Please,” gasps out Minjeong. “Yes,” she doesn’t know what she’s saying yes to. She just wants to linger in this moment, taking everything in, the heat, the bare skin touching her, the spit, teeth, hands, the pleasure.
There’s greed and hunger in Karina’s eyes when she’s looking at Minjeong while kissing her, as if she doesn’t want to waste a moment without witnessing how good she is at wrecking her. Oh god, she loves it when Karina is looking, she wants her to look, she wants her attention, wants everything that the older woman can offer, including this sick fascination of watching Minjeong gets ruined.
A thumb substitutes Karina’s tongue. Minjeong, out of habit, sucks without thinking, taking it to the hilt, eliciting a dark chuckle out of the older woman. Karina bites the lobe of her ear, playing with it. The way warm breath hits the side of her face, sends shiver to her spine.
“You like that, huh,” she says, amusement in her voice. “Suck,” orders Karina.
Mindlessly Minjeong does as told while Karina pulls at her panties, sideways, exposing her. She sucks and licks, while Karina watches, while Karina fits the head of her cock on her tight little entrance. It feels good having her mouth filled, she likes the taste of skin, likes how solid Karina is against the roof of her mouth, against her tongue.
“Good girl,” whispers Karina in her ear while she pushes her cock in. Minjeong inhales, feeling her lungs expand as the pleasure fills her and stays insistently within. She can feel her deep in her core, in her tummy, inside of her, in her soul. “Take it, deep,” Karina words come out like a demand, voice shakes as she’s pumping it in.
Shit, shit, shit, it feels so good. So good. Minjeong’s vision spots with white. She lets out a cry, slobbering against the thumb pressing against the inside wall of her cheek, when Jimin goes harder. A surprised, breathy praise escapes her when Karina delivers another hard stroke. “Unnie, fuck–” she curses. Her back is sweating and her jaw is growing slack. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come on my cock,” commands Karina. “You can do that, can you? You can come on my cock. Let me feel it.”
That’s what Minjeong wants. That’s what she’s been thinking these past few hours. She wants it so much. She wants it. Wants it so bad she can hardly think of anything else.
When she comes, she feels it in her spine. She feels it in her throat. The bliss envelopes her and doesn’t let go. Minjeong shakes and trembles while the older woman is fucking her still. She can feel the urgency in Karina’s hips, how every pump is delivered so deeply, as if she wants to punish her.
“I’m close,” announces Karina, panting, sweating. The softness of her frame engulfs Minjeong completely, like a warm blanket. Her girth invades and claims her, pressing onto spots that give her shivers. “So close, s’ close, so close–” chants Karina, as if it’s prayer.
It’s not a safe day. Minjeong watches her cycle regularly. She obsesses about it. Her brain tells her that she should push away, that she should say something, that she should ask the older woman to pull out, but Minjeong finds that she doesn’t have it in her to do it. Instead her hands encircle thin waist, holding Karina close.
She captures swollen lips, hoping that she’ll get the message across. Please, she begs in her head. Please, please, please, spill it in me. A sick part of her wants to be bred. There’s this irrational hunger to be claimed, to be a toy, to be Karina’s, fully. She wants to take, she wants it all.
The sound of her arousal fills the room, along with the echoing sound of skin meeting skin. It should embarrass her but oh god she wants to bask in it, bask in the pleasure and the hunger.
“Can I come in you?” Karina whispers against her lips before she kisses Minjeong again, lips bruising, tongue toying and sweeping against hers. “Let me come in you.”
Times like this makes her think that Karina wants it too. Wants to breed her. That the older woman secretly wants it so much that she gets so desperate like this. When she kisses she’s dominating, as if she’s trying to make a statement, as if she’s trying to consume all of her, body and soul, in one inhale.
Yes, Minjeong thinks. Come inside of me. She thinks. I want it, I want it, want–
Karina stills as warmth fills Minjeong’s insides so copiously that pleasure starts to grow within her once again. It’s so much, so much that she feels full. Her chest swells as Karina trembles and shudders against her. Cock twitching inside of her as she’s filled to the brim.
“Fuck– fuck, th– thank you,” she moans out, so, so pleased. God, it feels so good. The sting of pleasure presses on all the right spots. Minjeong trembles while Karina smiles against the crook of her sweaty neck. Puffs of warm breath trigger fresh goosebumps across her arms. “Oh fuck you came so much.”
“Shit, I’m sorry for that,” mumbles Karina, sounding anything but apologetic, still thrusting lazily, making sure every pump delivered deep. “You just feel so warm. This feels so nice.” She hums, the rumble of her voice vibrates against Minjeong’s chest.
They’re pressed to one another. Karina’s whole body is humming with pleasure. She can feel her inside of her, still spilling so profusely. Minjeong is drowned in it, and she doesn’t mind it. In fact she wants this moment to last, she hopes it will never end.
Times like this she allows herself to be delusional. To be embraced by someone who loves her. Maybe Karina loves her. Who knows? Maybe Karina has feelings for her. Seems like she does, the way she treats Minjeong so nicely, as if Minjeong is someone so precious, as if the older woman truly cares.
Secretly, she wants it to take. She hopes it’ll take. If that happens at least she’ll have a part of Karina with her.
She wants to believe. She needs to believe.
“Don’t say sorry. I love it when you do,” she whispers, closing her eyes, allowing herself to bask in the afterglow.
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Jimin looks out for a moment, staring at the cotton candy clouds and the bright blue sky right outside the window. It’s a perfect day to have lunch in the restaurants that she likes. This season they serve roast duck as the main course and Jimin craves it. Instead she’s here having a call meeting with her CFO, talking about the projected expenses for the next five years.
This call could be an email. She already knows the numbers. She studied the sheet obsessively yesterday. She doesn’t need more explanation but for whatever reason the CFO wants to discuss it one on one.
Lucky she has Winter here, between her legs, to warm her cock, while the man rambles about ‘the potential income’ that Jimin suspects won’t even happen. It’s the only thing that keeps her from being insane, Winter’s warmth. The way her plump lips seal the base of her cock. Throat so tight that Jimin feels like she’s being engulfed and consumed whole.
She’s holding the base of Winter’s hair, keeping it out of pretty face so she can stare. Winter, bless her heart, stares back at her with dazed eyes and fluttery lashes. Her cheeks are so flushed and her lips are so swollen. So pretty. So beautiful.
“Well,” says Jimin, bobbing Winter’s head just slightly. “I think the new proposed strategy might bring in different figures.” God, one of these days she’s going to die from wanting too much. It feels so fucking good she fears she’s going to start moaning and whining.
As long as Winter allows her to fuck her like this Jimin will give her everything. Everything. Like the car that she gifted two weeks ago or the shoes that she bought a few days ago. Jimin should look into the watch that Winter has been eyeing on, the tank Cartier. She saw it twice, in Winter’s reels.
Jimin takes her phone and texts her assistant, ‘Please purchase this watch’ before she attaches a link and a picture. ‘Send it out to the concierge today.’
There. Done. She puts the phone down. By the end of the day Winter’s wrist will be decorated with it. She can’t wait to see it.
“Mmph–” Winter moans, the vibration of her throat almost sends Jimin to the edge. Sharp pleasure zaps along her spine, like a whiplash. It’s too much.
She tuts, stroking her cheek, wordlessly telling her how good she is. It’s been an hour of Winter warming her cock and by now she suspects that Winter is getting impatient, evidencing from the spit and precum on Jimin’s pelvis, spilling from impatience. Clumsy.
The way Winter trembles against her. The sweat that gathers at the back of her neck and the base of her hair. Jimin smiles, drinking in the image, allowing herself to feel and enjoy them.
With her free hand she reaches over and undo the girl’s shirt. Winter stills for a brief second, before she resumes her slow bobbing, all while Jimin slithers a hand inside her cream colored bra. Jimin watches the bliss cross Winter’s desperate eyes when she pinches a stiff nipple.
The sound that escapes Winter’s lips is akin to a satisfied groan, so delicious. Jimin flicks at a pink stiff peak, enjoying how it feels against the pad of her fingers. She peeks inside the hem of the bra and focuses on how flushed Winter’s nipple is compared to Jimin’s forefinger and thumb.
She twists, just enough to make the hair on Winter’s arms rise. Then she flicks again, and again, amused at how every touch makes Winter squirm against her.
It doesn't matter how long and how cruel Jimin toying with her, Winter doesn’t protest. So sweet and so, so pliant. Jimin almost thinks that Winter has feelings for her, if not how can she be so patient, how can she kneel for as long as she is, without whining about how uncomfortable she is? How can she stare at Jimin with worship in her eyes?
Maybe Winter is some kind of a witch, the way she bewitches her seems so much like so. Jimin can’t go a week without her, without burying herself in her embrace.
The call goes on for another minute. At the end, when the bobbing has become so much to bear Jimin ends the meeting. She’s seconds away from bursting when Winter releases her cock from her mouth. Jimin’s hips rises slightly from the chair, as if chasing the warmth. Tears threaten to spill from the corner of her eyes.
“That’s enough, Winter.”
Jimin will die from wanting too much. She’ll die from wanting something forbidden like this.
Looking at the swollen lips, with spit and arousal coat on the younger woman’s lips, Jimin thinks about ruining her more. She wants to claim, she wants to breed. She thinks about how good it’ll feel sinking her cock into that tight cunt.
It’s a sick fantasy. Sick. She’s not supposed to. But Jimin can’t deny herself. She can’t when Winter’s eyes, shining with unshed tears and adoration, staring at her as if she’s begging for it. She can’t.
9 months after the initial meeting
Minjeong suspects that there’s something special today. Karina unnie asks her, so politely at that, that she wants to be with her for the whole night.
Yes, they are now living together but this is still rare. Karina wants her, but they usually spend the evening together then go to their separate rooms.
So when unnie asks her to get ready, Minjeong wears her newest lingerie. An earthy red piece that contrasts her skin. It has lacy waist garters that clips to the garters on her thighs. Karina unnie hasn’t seen this on Minjeong yet.
She wonders what kind of expression Karina unnie would make when she sees it.
It’s around 10.30 pm when the older woman enters the penthouse. Minjeong fixes the basket where they put the condoms and dims the light and slips into the bed, above the silk cover, and sits down with her legs tucked under her. Her heart pounding in her chest.
“My baby,” says Karina unnie once she spots her. The blush that rushes to her face makes her look even prettier. Minjeong feels her chest swells with pride as the dark orbs of unnie’s eyes run along the length of Minjeong’s body, drinking the sight. “You’re so pretty.”
“Welcome home unnie,” greets Minjeong, deluding herself into a role play. She’s good at it, at roleplaying. She plays a wife so well that sometimes she believes it. “How do you want me today?”
Karina unnie puts down her laptop bags on the floor and unbuttons her shirt. “You’re so pretty. I’m so lucky,” she says as if she doesn’t believe what she sees, making Minjeong’s tummy tingle. “Kiss me,” she instructs, beckoning Minjeong with her fingers, crooking them in the air.
A kiss is supposed to be easy but these days Minjeong gets carried away. Karina unnie sometimes complains that Minjeong kisses too sweetly. Curse her for falling for an emotionally unavailable older woman. Minjeong is just a fool in love.
So carefully, and thoughtfully, Minjeong rises to her knees, scooting over to the edge of the bed to welcome the older woman to her embrace. Karina unnie cups her face with one hand and licks between her lips, finding Minjeong eager tongue greeting her. “That’s it, good girl,” praises Karina, between fierce kisses.
At the compliment, Minjeong preens. The hair on her arms stands up. No matter how often the older woman praises her, Minjeong can’t really get used to it.
“Can you cockwarm me while we make out?” Karina asks, already pushing Minjeong to the center of the bed. Minjeong’s heart is in her throat, and she has difficulty thinking but her body decides for herself. Arousal pooling in the bottom of her tummy. She nods and lets out a small ‘yes please’ before she straddles the older woman’s thighs, claiming a spot there.
Karina unnie gets hard in almost no time. Minjeong can feel her clothed girth pushing at the lace of her panties. It gets to her head, how she can turn on a powerful woman like Karina in a heartbeat. The friction between her legs feels so good that it makes her head spin. A few rolls of her hips, and a few bites after, the older woman unbuckles her belt and fishes out her hard veiny cock, rubbing it languidly, touching the tip to Minjeong’s stomach.
“Wait, let me,” says Minjeong, pulling at the hem of her panties, but Karina unnie is faster, ripping it open.
“You broke it,” complains Minjeong halfheartedly, sulking. She can only mourn the loss for a second before unnie’s cock is on her, rubbing her clit.
“I’ll buy you ten more of these,” says Karina, impatient. “Now cockwarm me,” she says before she pushes in, carefully, bit by bit, until she’s balls deep into Minjeong tight cunt.
When Karina’s cock kisses a good spot in her, Minjeong can’t help but moan. “Oh you’re ruining me, unnie,” she whines. “So deep.” Truth is Minjeong’s glad that she’s able to take Karina unnie whole like this. She likes being filled. Loves how full she feels. The pleasure is so intense, it doesn’t let her wallow in what ifs.
Oh but it’s not a safe day, her mind reminds her. Ask for condom. Minjeong shivers. Sometimes the thought of being knocked up turns her on so much. She’s been dreaming about it more often lately. She wants Karina’s baby. Wants to be bred.
“Can we wear condom today?” Minjeong asks but lets her hips roll for a few more times, riding it slowly, circling her hips almost lazily.
Without protest, Karina nods. And that only makes Minjeong want her more. While the older woman pulls out and rolls away to put on a condom. Minjeong imagines herself being pinned to the bed and being filled with unnie’s cum.
So kind. So responsible. Minjeong’s heart swells with inexplicable feelings of desire. If only Karina unnie loves her. Maybe Minjeong has to confess. Say ‘i love you’ like how she imagines herself saying it to the older woman many times before. But what if Karina unnie doesn’t feel the same? What then?
Minjeong doesn’t want this to end.
“Come here,” instructs Karina, startling her from her thoughts. Minjeong crawls over and straddles the older woman once again, sitting on her latex covered cock. It’s thicker this way. Minjeong is wet, arousal dripping between her legs, but she still has difficulty fitting it all in.
“So tight babygirl, relax,” chuckles Karina, kissing the swell of her breast. Red lips close around pert nipple, over the lace of lingerie. Minjeong focuses on the pleasure and bobs her hips a few times before she sits flush on Karina unnie’s cock, taking it all in.
“Good job,” praises Karina, detaching from her nipple to kiss her once again. Her swollen lips return. The warmth settles across her own. Kissing Karina is never boring. Minjeong always wants more. Her kisses always make her heart race.
And her cock, thick and throbbing inside of her. Minjeong wants to ride it so bad. Wants to feel it rub against all the right spot. She loves how it stretches her, how it makes her feel full.
“More,” Minjeong mumbles quietly. Karina unnie laughs, amused, before she rolls her hips, delivering five quick thrusts, sending sparks of pleasure, before settling still again.
Oh it’s killing her. Minjeong is patient, but that doesn’t mean she can stand warming the older woman’s cock when they’re making out so violently like this. Tongue on tongue. Karina’s hands on her face, one on her jaw, the other on the back of her head, directing the angle.
The kiss is a form of domination. Karina unnie is hungry for her. Minjeong wants to give her everything, wants to satiate the hunger, be it sitting on her cock, warming it while they kiss bruisingly like this, or being used until the sun rises. She wants to give it all.
The sound of the phone, shrill and echoing in the room, fills her ears. Minjeong winces and Karina lets go of her mouth.
“I have to answer,” excuses Karina as she scoots them over, not really wanting to pull out, to get to her phone. Minjeong follows, dazed at the feeling of Karina’s cock jostling in and out of her.
They manuver their way to answer the call. Karina put the phone on speaker. “Hello,” greets the older woman unenthusiatically. “This better be good,” she says while she palms Minjeong’s tit, massaging them distractedly.
“First of all, I’ll be brief,” says the stranger, a woman, from other end. “I understand you want to come home earlier because it’s your birthday, but I need you to come early in the morning tomorrow. We have that meeting with the Chou family, remember? Land acquisition.”
Minjeong shifts her gaze at Karina’s face. Birthday? Today? She smiles so wide, feeling excitement bubbling up from within. That means that Karina unnie comes home early to be with her. She wants to spend her birthday with Minjeong!
“Yeah. I’ll be there at 7, don’t worry,” says Karina, pinching Minjeong’s nipple lightly, then teases it with her tongue.
The call ends.
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“Oh my god? It’s your birthday!” Winter says ecstaticly, as if it means anything at all. Jimin blinks, slightly sobering up at the display of excitement on the younger woman’s face. “We should celebrate,” she adds.
“And how should we celebrate?” Jimin asks, planting kisses between the swells of Winter’s bosom. She thinks it’s amusing how Winter thinks that she wants anything else other than this. Jimin has been thinking of coming back to the penthouse since morning to do exactly this. It’s all she needs.
“Whatever you want,” says Winter honestly, stroking her hair. Her thin fingers comb Jimin’s hair with a gentleness that is usually reserved for lovers. Sometimes Jimin wonders if Winter’s smiles and kindness are genuine, she wonders if she truly deserves it. She wonders if the display of excitement is the result of her purchase.
“I have nothing else that I want,” she mumbles, brushing her lips against Winter’s jaw.
“Are you sure about that?” Winter lifts her hips, a little hiss escapes her lips when Jimin’s thick girth slips out of her. Before Jimin can protest, Winter reaches down and grabs the hem of the latex wrap, peeling it bit by bit.
It’s not a safe day. With how frequent they meet and with Winter living in the penthouse now, the younger woman discloses the dates like it’s holy grail. Jimin respects them, all too willing to provide comfort as long as she gets what she wants.
Sometimes, Winter likes to roleplay. She knows Jimin’s kink. She knows and she’s mouthing the words to her mouth when they kiss, implies it with her needy and eager touch. She spells it out with breathy moans and keening whimper. Breed me. And Jimin can’t withstand the temptation, the euphoria of it all, when the younger woman acts so wantonly to the idea of being bred.
Watching the condom being peeled back slowly, until it’s thrown away, Jimin finds herself shaking with unbridled desire.
“Fuck, is that what you want?” Jimin guides those slim hips back, touching the now naked tip of her cock against soaked folds. She spreads Winter open, eyes drinking at the sight of swollen clit and blushing cunt, savoring the faint clenches and the inviting heat. “Do you wanna be bred that much?”
“Yes please,” whispers Winter, closing her eyes. Her hips rolling against the teasing motion that Jimin sets. “Take me.”
It’s a role play. Jimin reminds herself. Winter’s gift, something that she buys. She spends her money on this. It’s not real. She chants it in her head. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean Winter wants to bear her a child. But try as she might, the thoughts melt into the background as Winter swallows her bare cock whole.
Instead her brain fixates on the fact that it’s not a safe day. And the role play doesn’t feel like a role play at all. It feels like the truth. The truth. Winter wants her– wants her to do this to her. How can she not when Winter’s walls feel better than usual, the grip, the warmth, the way she pulses around her.
God she can do this forever. She likes to watch how every purposeful thrust affects Winter’s body. The bounce of her breast. The sweat that coats her lithe frame, the way her pretty face contorts in pleasure, the slack jaw, the crimson that color her cheeks. She loves watching it.
“Fuck– so good,” cries Winter, gasping. “Unnie you’re so deep,” she moans.
So she goes slow, allowing them both to enjoy it, making sure that Winter can feel every stroke. It gives her satisfaction, to feel the pleasure and see it translates into Winter’s face and body too. The heat that they share, the kisses, the way Winter squeezes and clenches around her. She doesn’t want it to stop. She never wants it to stop.
“You’re so pretty,” she praises between gasps. “Baby you look so good taking my cock,” she says.
Winter smiles drunkenly. Her lower lip trembles when she moans. “Don’t stop, please,” says Winter, her pussy clenching around her, trying to milk her.
“I still want you to cockwarm me,” gasps Jimin.
“You can do it after you empty your balls inside me,” answers Winter, panting, coaxing her.
That’s all it takes, honestly. Jimin feels herself pumping greedily, jackhammering in a punishing pace. If Winter wants to be bred, she’ll give her that. She’ll cum inside of her and watch it pool in her entrance.
The face that Winter makes, the way her jaw turns slack, and the way her eyes lose focus, Jimin wants to remember it forever. She thinks Winter look the prettiest like this, with swollen lips and dishelved hair, and flushed skin. So beautiful. So, so beautiful. She’s thankful she’s the only one who can witness her like this, the only one who can breed her.
“I’ll get you pregnant,” groans Jimin. “I need to get you pregnant.”
“God, please–” breathes Winter. “Want it.”
She can’t take it. She wants this to be true.
Jimin flips them, pinning Winter to the bed, grappling the back of the younger woman’s thighs so she spreads for her. She can get deeper like this. She can bury her whole cock balls deep like this. She can see swollen clit, exposed and shiny with arousal. She can see Winter’s folds stretched and struggling to accomodate her whole girth.
“When I come inside of you, you have to keep it in,” bables Jimin. “Keep it in, you promise.”
“I promise,” chants Winter, between gasps of breath. “I promise–I promise, promise, promise.”
“You’ll cockwarm me, until it spills in your womb, and you’re gonna take more,” rambles Karina, pumping hard and fast.
The way Winter moans, eyes rolling the back of her head, is good enough for Jimin. She brings a hand down, wedging it between their joined hips, and rubs the girl’s clit, thumbing it and timing every circle with the pump fo her hips. “Your pussy’s so good for me.”
Shit, shit, she can really get this girl pregnant. She wants it. Wants Winter to have the baby. She wants to see swollen tummy. She wants it.
“Unnie, please–” sobs Winter and then Jimin feels her quake, clenching and unclenching around her cock. Oh my God, she’s coming, Jimin thinks. It feels better like this. Jimin loves fucking Winter when she’s coming. She laughs, watching the fucked out euphoria crosses the younger woman’s face. So pretty. Her beautiful cum dump.
She’s still rubbing when she feels herself letting go. Her thumb steady as she circles pleasure into Winter, her cock throbbing as she shoots everything deep into bare cunt. “There– fuck, take it all,” she moans.
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