​​”Miss, don’t worry.”

“Well, not really…”

“Miss, your p*ssy when you’re h*rny……. is really deep.”

“Well, what… Hmph!”

Perhaps his purpose was to catch me off guard, Mishael, who had spilled vulgar words into my ear, proceeded to thrust into me.

“Look at this, Miss. I’m swallowing my c*ck so good.”

“…Ah!”

At that moment, Mishael pinched my cl*toris. The pleasure that originated from that sensitive nub spread throughout my entire p*ssy, heating up to its limit. I could feel it twitching and convulsing, opening wide to the point where it was no longer difficult to convulse and tighten around his c*ck.

“Look at this… I’m going to f*ck you deeper this time…….”

With that, Mishael pressed down hard on my cl*t, thrusting in and out in time to the beat.

Before long, my tailbone was etched into his lower abdomen, and my b*ttocks were pressed against his pelvic bone.

“Ah, Miss…”

Mishael remained on top of me, grabbing each of my br*asts with his hands. He squeezed them so hard that the flesh of my modestly sized br*asts hollowed out between his fingers, and he twisted my n*pples between his index and middle fingers.

“Huh, Mi…shael…”

“Shh, I’ll move.”

As he twisted my n*pples with his hands, continuing to kiss my neck and earlobes with a sticky touch, Mishael slowly began to move his hips.

His penetration was patient. Maybe it was because he had already ej*culated once. Yet, whether it was because his penetration was deeper than before, and even though his back-and-forth movement was not that great, the pressure was great. Thump, thump, each thrust felt like a slap in my throat.

Yet, whether it was his insertion deeper than before or the pressure despite his movements not being so great, it felt intense every time he thrust in. Each thrust felt like it hit the back of my throat.

“Ah, Miss… I feel like I’ve completely owned you.”

That’s what he said as he held me in both hands, slowly moving his waist while holding me in his arms.

I thought there was some truth to that. With my back completely wrapped in Mishael’s embrace, fully captured by his hands, it was like I was trapped inside his limbs with my bottom impaled with his large c*ck.

“Like this… every time I pinch Miss’s n*pples.”

“Ah!”

“Your p*ssy… keeps trying to cut me off, Miss.”

“Ah! Hnng!”

“It seems like it has a sucker or something since it feels like my c*ck is going to be bitten off.”

Mishael, who was whispering in my ear as if he were broadcasting live, slowly moved his waist and immediately lifted his upper body.

He then spread my b*ttocks wide on both sides, moving his hips a little more, and gazing at the area we connected.

“Ah, Miss, your butt is really so tempting… My c*ck swaying back and forth through this gap, f*ck, it’s s erotic… It’s just like I’ve always dreamed of…….”

​​Dreamed of… His slightly angled tip continued to scrape against my inner walls, but his slow thrusts made it difficult to comprehend the incomprehensible sounds that grasped my ears.

Mishael pulled his hips far out, then plunged back in with a thud.

“Hmph……!”

Whether it was due to the recoil or because Mishael was pushing deeper due to our current position¹“후배위” refers to a specific intimate position which involves a man lying on top of a woman for easier insertion, the sensation of being penetrated, like a sharp jab to my throat, made tears well up in my eyes.

“Ah, that hurts…….”

“Does it hurt?”

“A bit…?”

“Then…”

Mishael withdrew his waist again, wrapped his hand around his c*ck, which was now impaled on my v*gina, used it as a cushion and slammed in again.

“And now?”

“Yeah, a little, ugh, better…”

“Miss.”

“Huh, hmng…”

“Next time… we’ll have to do it with you sitting down, facing me.”

“Th– huh, then at that time… Hng, talk to me…… ah!”

Seemingly satisfied with my conditional response, Mishael began to thrust his waist vigorously–thump, thump, thump. It seemed like there was no more roughness as if he had confirmed a safe range. The recoil of his harsh thrusts caused my teeth to clash, but with the pressure pushing inward, combined with the subtle angles stimulating my vaginal walls, sent shivers of pleasure that made it easy to forget everything in an instant.

So, as Mishael, continued to, massage, my b*ttocks….

Once again, one of his hands sneaked down and began to tease my cl*toris.

“You keep pulling me inside you… I tried to endure it… Ugh, but I can’t help it either.”

As he continued to say excuses, Mishael spread my p*ssy wide open and firmly pressed into that sensitive place where the petals had been peeled away. In this state, Mishael repeatedly thrusted shallowly unlike before, constantly stimulating my core with each movement. Maybe it was because I already cl*maxed so many times this day alone, but the waves of org*sm were felt in an instant.

“Ah, yes, Mishael, hmm… ah…”

Struggling against the waves of pleasure I felt from below, I buried my face in the pillow and writhed uncontrollably. The ensuing climax made it harder to hold back, so all I could do was shiver as I pushed my b*ttocks higher.

“Is it time?”

“Ugh, ah!”

“Should I thrust deeper?”

Mishael kept thrusting while gripping my hips, not letting go of his hand from my cl*t. Before I knew it, Mishael’s thrusts deepened to the point where I could hear a thud.

“Your p*ssy is begging for me to go deeper…….”

Well, it couldn’t be denied entirely. I yearned for Mishael to probe deeper inside me. I wanted him to fill that deep spot completely. In the meantime, at Mishael’s touch, another brief climax erupted from my cl*toris, love juices flowing down from the spot our bodies joined together–drip, drip… It ran down his hand and wet the sheets.

My inner walls clenched as Mishael’s penetration went deeper and deeper.

“Ah, f*ck…”

Having seemingly achieved his goal, Mishael grabbed my as$ with both hands and started pounding them. The sound of my b*ttocks colliding with his pelvis filled the room.

“Miss, it’s slippery…”

“Ugh!”

“I really want to show this to you, Miss…”

Without knowing what it meant, I buried my face in the pillow, feeling a little awkward about the dirty talk that would follow.

“Every time I thrust, I can see your insides glistening. It’s really red…”

“Ugh, quiet…”

“I told you, it really feels like an alter ego… The way your p*ssy keeps sucking me in like this, I… I just can’t give up now.”

Thump, thump thump, the continuous thrusting was nothing but violence to me. I was already exhausted from the previous climaxes, but each time his c*ck brushed against my walls, there was an unrelenting rush of energy that burrows into my depths. Gradually, my walls involuntarily began to spasm at short intervals, and I felt my energy drain away with each of his thrusts.

The virgin Mishael, who was exhausted after a few rounds in the confession room, seemed to have disappeared, and this man seems to have no intention of getting tired. Perhaps sensing a sense of resignation, Mishael slowed down his thrusting…

“Hhhngg…!”

Soon, he buried his c*ck inside me, stirring roughly against my inner walls. And in his slowly continuing thrusts, there was a moment when Mishael seemed to move carefully, for some reason.

“Ah! Mmnh!”

When he touched on a specific spot, my vision turned white. It was a flash more intense than any lightning that struck today. It was a brief and intense sensation, unlike any climax I had ever experienced, soaking through every cell of my body.

“Here, do you like it?”

“Hnnngg…!”

“You’re sucking my c*ck so hard.”

Perhaps because Mishael’s c*ck was slightly curved, it seemed like he was looking for an area that couldn’t be stimulated just by rubbing it with the surface of the p*nis. My inner walls, which were already heated thanks to his large p*nis persistently rubbing each and every wrinkle of that specific spot, could not hold out any longer.

I don’t know where that lingering strength came from, but a trembling contraction that reached deep into my core reached a new climax. It felt like every single one of my nerves was on fire. Holding him within, my inner walls spasmed uncontrollably.

“Ah, f*ck…”

Thump, thump, thump, yet Mishael thrust his hips a few more times, but because he was being squeezed tightly by my inner walls, it seemed like he cl*maxed again in succession. Squelch, squelch, Mishael’s waist continued to move even though a warm sensation was spreading inside. His hips slammed back and forth against my as$, and I could feel his fluids overflowing from within my walls.

“Ah, aaah…”

And that was perhaps the last of my strength. With my body exhausted, I could no longer hold on and collapsed. His half-er*ect c*ck still remained inside me.

“Miss, what should we do?”

I didn’t have the strength to turn around, but I couldn’t help but imagine that he was grinning from one side of his mouth.

“I already came twice…”

I instantly grasped the meaning behind his slurred words. No, I felt it before I realized it.

So, again…

I didn’t even have the energy to be surprised. I simply lied there, listening to his words. No, I tried to, but…

“You promised. We’ll do it while looking at each other next time.”

“No, that’s…”

“It’s already the next time.”

“Well, but…”

“We agreed to try until today… right?”

“Mm, did…we.”

Whether my answer mattered or not, Mishael gently turned me over, embraced me, and sat us facing each other. As he did that, his c*ck, which had slipped out, hardened once again, and without much f*replay, he slammed me on top of his er*ect c*ck.

“…Urgh!”

The pressure was like a knife in her throat, but it didn’t matter. Mishael’s cum that hadn’t come out acted as lubricant, and my p*ssy, which had been through so many climaxes, accepted him with no hesitation. I had long since lost the energy to argue with him in the first place. I sank down, burying my face in his shoulder.