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🕑 Added 2025-04-12 04:35:32 +0000 UTCEP.22: Tasting Forbidden Petals (♥︎)
—Chew-chew-chew, slurp-slurp, heave-ho, ah-ah-ah.
As Han-yeoul's fingertips trembled, she was kissed like a beast, with a dominating and one-sided kiss that resembled a master-slave relationship rather than a lover's.
I didn't give her any leeway, constantly moving my tongue to envelop every part of her mouth and sometimes sucking her lips like savoring fruit.
Her breathing became so rough that at one point, Han-yeoul tapped my back to stop. When I slightly parted my lips, a sensual thread of saliva stretched between us.
"Ah-ah-ah, should I let you breathe?"
Her cheeks flushed shyly, and there was no sign of disgust or anger in her eyes.
I gave her another short kiss, and her lips, like jelly, were pleasantly crushed.
—Chew-chew-chew.
"You said you'd scream if I came close, but you're quiet. Did you enjoy my lips?"
Han-yeoul smiled slightly and responded with a haughty tone, using her index finger to lift my chin.
"Your kiss is passable, but do you have the courage to do more? If I don't like it, I'll report you."
She threatened me with a smiling face, but it was a warning that wouldn't affect me.
I smiled back and stroked her black hair. Her lips twitched involuntarily, seeming to enjoy the touch.
"What if I get reported? It just means I couldn't make you mine. In that case, I'd rather go to jail. I have that much responsibility."
"Ha! You're being too confident. Just because I gave in a bit doesn't mean anything. That kiss was just a courtesy. With one phone call, I can get rid of someone like you."
She caressed my nape with a cool hand, then suddenly grabbed my collar and pulled me close, staring intensely into my eyes.
"Do you still want me? Can you really handle it? Are you willing to risk your life?"
—Snap.
Her hand, like a snake, tightened around my collar, and a deadly scent spread to my nostrils. It was the temptation of a venomous snake.
However, I wasn't afraid. I knew her true intentions.
She was testing me, seeing if the real Joo-hyeok could excite her, if he could treat her not as a woman but as a female.
I calmly accepted her grip, even as my face flushed from the pressure.
I slowly leaned in and kissed her again.
—Chew-chew-chew.
It's unnecessary to respond with words. I just needed to provide her with an undeniable thrill.
As the kiss resumed, Han-yeoul naturally released my neck and instead wrapped her arms around me, focusing more on the kiss.
—Heave-ho, chew-chew-chew, slurp-slurp, chew-chew-chew.
She enjoyed our intense kiss so much that she wouldn't let go of my neck. Whenever I tried to catch my breath, she would cling to me more tightly, savoring every moment.
I forcibly pulled her away and looked at her with a mix of surprise and amusement.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Don't you know? You're acting all haughty, but this is just like a spoiled child."
"... Stop talking nonsense. I'll bury you before you can say anything else."
She looked away shyly and pulled my collar again. It seemed she had been holding back for a while.
We hadn't had sex on the deserted island, and in the elevator, we only teased each other dozens of times. Since then, all she had done was masturbate, so it was no wonder she was so aroused.
As evidence, Han-yeoul was sucking my tongue eagerly, holding both cheeks and mindlessly tasting my saliva.
I whispered to her in a sensual voice:
"Stick out your tongue. I'll suck it."
She pretended to be embarrassed, turning her head away.
"... Am I crazy? Doing something so crude."
But her true meaning was different. She wanted to be pressed harder.
I obliged, gently grabbing the back of her head. As her head tilted back, her expression contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure.
I whispered in her ear:
"Just do as you're told, you horny woman."
"... Uuuh."
She shivered briefly and looked dazed. The humiliating insult seemed to excite her, and she began to squirm with pleasure.
"Not even started yet. You perverted woman, you're already so turned on."
"... Haa-haa."
"What are you panting for? Quickly stick out your tongue. You idiot."
I pulled her hair harder, and she extended her tongue with a lascivious face. I greedily sucked and caressed the pink, swollen tongue.
—Chew-chew-chew, slurp-slurp, chew-chew-chew.
She let out a foolish, melting sigh. Despite the saliva and lip gloss spreading, she seemed to enjoy this humiliating caress.
—Chew-chew-chew, slurp-slurp, chew-chew-chew.
"How is it? Do you like it, you bitch? Is this your first time? Does your vagina feel wet?"
I reached down and touched her crotch over her leather pants. She was startled and tried to stop my hand, but after a brief tongue play, her resistance melted away.
"Ha! You're really easy. If I knew this, I would have taken you sooner. I would have given you all the attention you wanted. Were you waiting for this all along?"
"... Uuuh, shut up, this is just... Haa-haa, huh-huh."
"You shut up, you bitch. Your vagina is already wet. You must love this, don't you? Being forced by a man you usually ignores. You have a fetish for that, don't you? You masochistic woman."
"... Ahh, no, that's not true... Haa-haa."
"You're not? Then why are you being so nice lately? Were you trying to seduce me, wanting to eat my dick? A mom like you going panty shopping with a teacher?"
"... Uuuh, don't touch there, it's not okay."
She was getting more aroused from my direct touch, despite the thick pants. Her sensitivity had increased from being teased for so long.
Soon, clear fluid began to trickle down under her short shorts.
"Wow, look at your vaginal juice. Why pretend to be tough if you're this wet? Your vagina is dripping with saliva."
"... Uuuh, please stop talking like that. It's embarrassing... Ahh."
"Are you embarrassed? Only your upper lips are alive. Okay, spread your legs. I'll lick your vagina."
On my command, she hesitated and curled up her legs. It wasn't her style to obey easily.
I roughly pushed my hand into her thighs, almost reaching her vagina. She was startled and grabbed my hand, but as I gently caressed her, her strength faded away.
She surrendered without resistance, handing her body over to me.
"... Haa-haa, ah-ha."
"It's really easy, isn't it? If it's like this, why not just make it easier for both of us?"
She frowned at my teasing tone, seemingly meaning to keep the excitement going without interruptions.
I grumbled to myself and spread her legs wide. Her white thighs opened crudely on the luxurious sofa.
"... Uuuh, don't look, you pervert."
She covered herself with her hand, but her thin fingers only made the scene more sensual.
I gently pushed her hand away and began to remove her shorts. She lifted her hips, helping me take them off.
Underneath, her wine-red thong was revealed, wet and clinging to her skin.
"What's this? Didn't I pick out these underwear?"
"... Uh, no, I just put on whatever."
"Wow, you really came prepared to get eaten, didn't you? You're properly aroused."
She looked away, unable to respond. I shifted my gaze to the ripe fruit before me.
The pink petals peeked out from under the thin thong, shyly revealing themselves.
I reached out and gently pulled the thong aside. The lace fabric was playfully rumpled to the side.
Beyond that lay the queen's precious treasure, a shape and color that was hard to believe belonged to a mom.
The soft, plump, and light pink petals were a delightful sight.
A treasure she had given birth to but never allowed a man to have.
I was reluctant to even reach out, deciding to lean in and taste the concentrated juice with my tongue instead.
A burning thirst began to overwhelm me.
