I carefully sucked on her nipples while sliding one hand downward.
She must have come wearing that short skirt on purpose, craving this kind of attention.
A flimsy black tennis skirt.
As I slipped my hand inside, she instinctively clamped her thighs together, trapping my hand tight.
For a moment, a warm, cozy heat enveloped my entire hand.
Her skin was slick—probably from some kind of lotion—like soft rice cake clinging deliciously to me.
Her reaction was so cute that I teased her playfully.
If she kept holding on like an octopus, I wouldn't be able to pleasure her properly.
"I get it, your pussy's in heat. Now let go of my hand? I can't move."
She'd been lost in the sensation at her chest, but she jolted in surprise and relaxed her thighs.
She hadn't even realized she'd been squeezing so hard.
The breast play must have felt amazing.
"Yeah. I'm not going anywhere, so no need to cling like that."
I grinned slyly, and her face flushed bright red, like it might explode.
Then she yanked my neck toward her, burying my face in her chest.
"...Stop saying such perverted shit."
The suffocating pressure left me speechless for a second.
But as I licked and teased her nipples every which way, I kept up the naughty banter.
"Why? You love this stuff. Isn't that what pervy pussies do—get turned on by dirty talk?"
And sure enough, her response was immediate.
Mixing tender caresses with sexual taunts made her shoulders twitch as she let out lewd breaths.
Women, especially, have sensitivity that shifts wildly with the mood.
Teasing her fetish like this had her body heating up fast.
"See? What'd I tell you, total bitch pussy. You're loving it to death. Who else would do this for you? No one knows what a total perv you are."
I reached down and gently stroked one soft thigh.
Just that had Choi A-ran shivering her hips in ecstasy, writhing in bliss.
She was completely immersed now, eyes squeezed shut, focusing solely on the sensations.
"By the way, how'd you hold out with a body this slutty? You must've masturbated like crazy while I was gone. Imagining me touching you."
"Hngh... Yeah... That's right... Ahng... Do more... More... Insult me more..."
"Horny bitch in heat. Totally lost it, huh? Look at your pussy, soaked through. You wanna drip like this where everyone can see? You filthy bitch mutt?"
"Haah... Yes... So good..."
Her panties were drenched, her juices soaking through.
She was incredibly aroused—her entrance pulsing repeatedly, tempting me.
I nudged her panties aside.
Then I began rubbing my fingers slowly over her bare flesh.
Her mound was scorching hot and slick.
The love gel I'd brought just in case was totally unnecessary; she was ripening perfectly.
Every time my fingers grazed her sensitive spots, she gasped roughly and clamped a hand over her mouth.
We hadn't even really started, and she was already twisting her legs like crazy.
"Stand straight. Don't you want your cute pussy pampered?"
I scolded her sternly, and she quickly spread her legs again, trembling thighs parting.
It was adorable, like a dog obediently awaiting a pat.
I brushed her hair aside and gave her a quick kiss.
"It's gonna get intense from here. Keep those moans locked down."
Choi A-ran's eyes went wide.
Instead of explaining, I pulled a pair of finger domes from my bag and showed her.
Meant for the middle and ring fingers, their surfaces were covered in tiny, soft nubs.
She looked flustered by the intense design.
You could tell just by looking how much stimulation they'd provide.
Her hands gripped my shoulders tighter.
"No need to tense up that much. I'll go slow."
I reassured her, then coated the finger domes evenly with her slick juices.
Even that light friction had her gulping and panicking.
"What? Already feeling it? I'm gonna rub your pussy raw with these. You'll pass out from how good it feels."
Maybe scared, she tugged at my collar, pulling me closer.
She wanted a kiss, clearly.
Fine. Requests like that, I'll grant anytime.
I plunged my tongue into her mouth while rubbing the finger domes against her folds.
First, up and down along the petals.
Then circling her entrance gently.
And caressing the whole area softly.
Mid-kiss, her breaths came in ragged pants through her nose.
If I hadn't sealed her lips, beastly moans would've echoed out.
But the real fun hadn't started yet.
Her clit—the flower of foreplay—was still untouched.
She knew it wasn't over, clinging desperately, her tongue seeking mine hungrily.
I circled her clit, signaling the climax to come.
The finger domes, slick with her sticky juices and heated up, teased her swollen pearl with subtle vibrations of anticipation.
"Haaah... Heurp... Hng... Haak... Churp..."
As her breathing hit its limit.
I crushed my lips against hers hard.
Then covered her clit softly with the finger dome and shook wildly.
—Splash! Spuuuurt!
A fierce squirt erupted in seconds.
Along with muffled screams vibrating through her throat.
"Mmmph! Nggh! Hnnngh! Haah!"
The kiss muffled it, but I could guess the intensity.
Her whole body went rigid, like she'd been struck by lightning.
Her grip was so fierce my clothes might rip.
I stopped after not even ten seconds.
Any longer, and she'd really black out.
I pulled back gently and checked her face—tears had smeared her makeup a bit.
But her eyes glowed with ecstatic afterglow.
"Haak... Haaa... Hnnng..."
She panted heavily, catching her breath.
Soon, focus returned to her pupils.
She met my gaze briefly, then stuck out her tongue for another deep kiss.
"Herurp... Heup... Mmmng... Ngup..."
Does this mean she wants another round?
I rubbed her clit again, a bit softer this time.
And soon enough, she squirted hot again.
Her hips bucked wildly, soaking my pants more with each spray.
Second time around, she lasted longer than the first.
Twitching in spasms, she still tangled her tongue with mine eagerly.
She even rocked her hips to grind against me herself.
"This... This is... First time... Ahng... First... Hnnng..."
Reason flown, she babbled dumb exclamations over and over.
The usually icy woman, now a disheveled mess clinging and howling like a bitch in heat.
The thrill of conquest from that contrast had me rock hard.
"Haa. You total bitch-pussy slut. Fucking love you."
I left a deep hickey on her neck.
Feeling conquered, she hugged me even tighter.
After that, she came several more times, edging toward exhaustion.
By the fifth, her legs gave out completely—she could only whimper in my arms.
But too caught up in the moment, I overlooked something crucial again.
The shoot had a time limit.
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"Haa. Fuck. Am I a total idiot?"
I sat in the subway station, sighing deeply.
My pants were soaked with her juices.
My dick throbbed painfully, desire unspent.
I couldn't just grab her and beg for relief—she had a life, after all.
Especially after I'd half-knocked her out; doubtful she'd even make it to work properly.
In the end, I failed to pluck the flower again.
Insertion isn't everything, sure, but at least a handjob would've been nice this time.
Hell, even slipping between those thick thighs.
"Sigh. Idiot. Can't even eat when it's served."
I sighed again, staring at the empty subway tunnel.
I knew she wouldn't come back, but lingering regret made me hope anyway.
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Back home, post-shower, it was already lunchtime.
Stomach rumbling, but first things first.
I activated the Partner Management Console to check if she'd made it safely.
Her image appeared on screen.
She sat on a plush office sofa, reviewing designs and jotting notes.
True to her designer creds, her sketches were pro-level—lingerie designs coming together quick.
Surprisingly fine, carrying out work smoothly.
She wobbled occasionally, strength failing her.
But for someone who'd nearly passed out from orgasms, she was in damn good shape.
'Tougher stamina than expected? And when'd she change?'
Her polo crop top and tennis skirt were gone, swapped for crisp office attire.
No trace of our intense romp—even showered somewhere.
'Yeah, working like that would've been ridiculous.'
I chuckled, admiring her face, when another female coworker approached.
They chatted; I cranked the volume.
—Ms. Choi! What's got you glowing today?
—Huh? Why? Do I look it?
—Yeah. You've been off the last few days. But today you're all fresh. Even bought roses on the way.
—Oh, those? Someone gave 'em to me.
—No way! Real? Got a guy?
—Kinda... something like that.
—Figures. A catch like you? Guys lining up. Sigh. Jealous. Killer body. Skills. Looks. Nobody gets me flowers.
—Didn't you say you had a guy last time, Ms. Jeong?
—Ugh, don't remind me. So frustrating. Went on a trip and he just holds hands and sleeps?
—For real? Guys like that exist?
—I was floored. Men are such a hassle.
—You'll find a good one soon, Ms. Jeong.
—Heh. You've already got yours, huh? Jealous. My lips are sealed. Don't worry.
Ms. Jeong smirked slyly and scurried off.
Rumor'd spread like wildfire, no doubt.
Choi A-ran's focus broke; she set down her pen, stretched, and headed to her desk.
A familiar rose sat on one corner.
The one I'd given her today.
Somehow in a pretty vase.
She eyed it, then broke into a soft, beaming smile.
Innocent and bright—unthinkable for her usual self.
Warm affection welled up in me.
I smiled too.