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What would needy ovulating Jinsoul and Choerry be like?

Jinsoul would let her hands roam all over Choerry's body while leaving kisses on her neck. When she finally let her defences down, Jinsoul straddles over her mouth so Choerry could eat her out.

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Do you have anything for Choerry while I patiently await Taboo? 🥺

Morning Glory

LOONA/ARTMS Choerry x Male Reader

Genre : Girlfriend, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink

6466 words

As the soft light of dawn spilled into the room, you tiptoed out of the enveloping warmth of the shower, gently dabbing your skin with a plush towel. You couldn't help but steal a glance at Choerry, her peaceful features framed by a halo of disheveled hair, as she slept on soundly in your bed. Her gentle breathing and the faint scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a reminder of the love that had grown between you both over the past few months.

You felt a swell of affection as you leaned in to press a tender kiss to her forehead. Her eyelashes fluttered briefly against your lips, but she didn't wake. With a quiet smile, you retreated to the sanctuary of your home office, fully dressed up, ready to face the day that stretched out before you.

Settling into your ergonomic chair, you took a moment to appreciate the orderly chaos of your home office, where piles of paperwork and screens of data danced in harmony. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted in from the kitchen, a comforting scent that signaled the start of a new day.

You glanced at the digital clock on the wall, noticing that your online meeting was just minutes away. The anticipation grew as you clicked open your laptop, the screen flickering to life to reveal a series of notifications and emails awaiting your attention. You logged into the virtual conference platform, checking your appearance in the small thumbnail before you allowed yourself to be seen by your colleagues and investors.

With a deep breath, you clicked the 'join meeting' button, ready to navigate the intricate dance of numbers, strategy, and ambition that lay ahead. The video feeds popped up, displaying familiar faces along with a few new ones, and the room filled with the buzz of greetings and early morning banter. You straightened your tie, took a sip of your coffee, and plunged into the day's challenges.

The meeting unfolded with surprising ease as you navigated through the agenda, your voice confident and clear despite the occasional interruption from the hum of the early morning outside. You presented your latest financial reports with a flair that seemed to captivate even the most stoic of investors. Their nods and approving murmurs filled the virtual space, a symphony of affirmation that resonated deep within your chest. As the discussion grew more intense, your eyes flickered over to the time, noticing that it had flown by without a trace of sluggishness.

Suddenly, your professional focus was shattered by an unexpected sensation. You felt a strange force against your crotch, and your eyes shot down to find Choerry kneeling beneath your desk, her fingers deftly tracing the outline of your growing arousal through your trousers.

She looked up at you with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of love and playfulness. Blowing you a kiss, she continued her ministrations, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. The meeting participants, oblivious to the intimate scene playing out beneath the conference table, carried on with their discussions.

Your heart raced as you struggled to maintain your composure, trying to keep your voice steady and your mind on the figures and graphs displayed on your screen. The tension grew, not only from the business matters at hand but also from the unspoken erotic dance happening right beneath your professional veneer.

The moment the conversation shifted to a colleague's presentation, you seized the opportunity to mute your microphone.

"Choerry, w-what are you doing?" you whispered, your eyes wide with a mix of surprise and arousal. She giggled softly, her hand still moving rhythmically against your growing hardness.

"Just giving daddy some little motivation," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr with the pet name that sent a shiver down your spine. Despite the tension in the room, her playfulness was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile back at her. You reached down to gently tug at her ear, the silent communication between you a secret shared only by the two of you in this professional setting.

The thrill of potentially being caught only served to amplify the desire pulsing through your veins, and you felt your resolve to remain unflappable slipping away. Choerry, ever the tease, took this as a challenge, her touch growing bolder, her eyes locked onto yours with a fiery determination that dared you to ignore the passion smoldering between you.

As the conversation flowed back to you, your mind racing with the dual tasks of dissecting financial jargon and resisting the exquisite pleasure, you took a deep, calming breath and unmuted your microphone.

"As for the Q3 projections," you began, your voice a tad shakier than usual. Choerry, undeterred by the professional facade you were trying to maintain, took this as her cue.

She leaned closer, her warm breath ghosting over your skin as she took out your cock and placed it in her soft, wet mouth, her tongue flicking tantalizingly against the sensitive tip. You bit back a groan, focusing on the numbers and graphs on the screen as your body screamed for more.

"We're looking at a... a significant increase in revenue," you managed to say, your eyes darting between your presentation and the erotic show unfolding just out of camera range. The taste of your precum mixed with the bitter tang of coffee on her lips, and she moaned around you, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. You clenched your fists, trying to keep from bucking your hips up into her mouth.

Choerry's pace increased, her cheeks hollowing as she took you deeper into her mouth, the wet sounds of her suctioning echoing in the quiet room. The sudden urgency of her actions sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you couldn't hold back a moan that slipped out, only to be hastily disguised as a cough.

You felt your face flush with heat, hoping your colleagues had attributed the unexpected sound to a mere throat tickle rather than the illicit act happening right under their virtual gazes.

In the midst of your impromptu performance, you caught the knowing glint in her eye, the way her hand slipped into her own panties, her fingers moving in time with her mouth. The realization that she was getting herself off while you tried to keep your cool was almost too much to bear, and you felt yourself approaching the precipice of climax. The tension between keeping your business persona intact and succumbing to the rapture of her touch grew tauter with each passing moment.

As your voice grew hoarse with restrained passion, the sudden sensation of Choerry's throat contracting around your cock made you stumble over your words. One of the investors raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her gaze piercing through the screen.

"Are you feeling alright?" she inquired with a hint of concern, noticing the tremor in your hand as it clutched the mouse. You managed a strained nod, your cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

"Yes, I'm... I'm just... a bit of a... dry throat," you croaked, trying to cover your discomfort with a hasty sip of coffee that nearly scalded your tongue. Choerry's eyes danced with mirth at your plight, her own hand now a blur in her lap, matching the rhythm of her mouth on you.

Her eyes never leaving yours, Choerry's mischievous smile grew wider as she shifted her attention to your balls, taking one into her mouth and rolling it around with her tongue while her hand kept a firm, teasing grip on your shaft.

The sight of her, kneeling before you, so attentive to your needs, was almost too erotic to handle. You felt the tension in your body coil tighter, your hips instinctively pushing forward despite the professional decorum you were desperately trying to uphold. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she watched your reactions, clearly enjoying the power she had over you in this moment.

As your colleagues droned on about market trends and profit margins, you fought to keep your voice steady, your mind racing with the sensations of her warm, wet mouth and the gentle tug of her hand. The sound of her soft, eager slurps filled the silence in your mind, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated words you were forced to speak.

With each stroke of her tongue, you felt your control slipping further, the pressure building to a crescendo that you were dangerously close to losing hold of.

The room outside your screen was a blur of graphs and faces, their voices a distant murmur as Choerry's mouth and hand worked in perfect harmony. You clenched your fists so hard that your knuckles turned white, trying to hold back the inevitable. But the way she looked up at you, her eyes shining with love and lust, made it impossible to deny the primal need that surged through you.

With one final, masterful tug, Choerry brought you to the brink, her eyes locked onto yours in a silent challenge. You could feel the heat of her breath against your thigh as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowed with effort. The dam broke, and you couldn't contain the deep, guttural groan that tore from your throat.

You came, your release spilling into her waiting mouth, her eyes never leaving yours, her smile never faltering.

You managed to muffle the sound with your hand, hoping that the cacophony of voices in the virtual meeting would cover it up. As your orgasm subsided, you saw the triumph in her gaze, the satisfaction of a challenge well met.

With a final kiss to the tip of your cock, she withdrew her mouth and sat back on her heels, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She winked at you, the picture of innocence, before slipping away from beneath the desk and leaving you secretly to face the aftermath of your secret rendesvouz.

As the final words of the meeting faded from the speakers, the screen on your computer went dark, leaving you alone in the suddenly quiet room with the echoes of your passionate encounter. You let out a deep, shaky sigh and leaned back in your chair, the leather cool against your dampened skin. Your heart pounded in your chest as the reality of what had just transpired began to settle over you.

The thrill had left you both physically and mentally drained, the rush of adrenaline and pleasure now giving way to a warm, contented lassitude. You took a moment to compose yourself, smoothing down your rumpled clothes and straightening your tie. The smell of sex lingered faintly in the air, a tantalizing reminder of Choerry's impromptu visit.

With a final, wistful glance at the now-empty space beneath the desk, you stood and stretched, feeling the delicious ache in your muscles. The sun had fully risen outside, casting a warm glow through the office windows, and the scent of breakfast wafted in from the kitchen.

You made your way to the kitchen, the scent of pancakes and sizzling bacon guiding you to the welcoming embrace of a well-deserved breakfast. As you sat at the table, the plate of steaming food already set before you, Choerry emerged behind you from the kitchen, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and an apron draped over her nightgown. She wrapped her arms around your chest, her cheek resting against your back as she leaned into your shoulder.

"Why are you starting your day with an empty stomach?!" she scolded playfully, her breath warm against your neck.

"You know you can't perform at your best without a proper breakfast." Her voice held a teasing lilt, the mischief of her earlier actions still dancing in her tone.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the warmth of her touch seeping into your bones as you took in the sight of your perfectly prepared meal, and your perfect girl.

"You're right, as always," you conceded, turning to kiss her cheek.

"I guess I had other... priorities this morning," you added with a smirk, your eyes sparkling with the memory of the meeting.

Choerry giggled, her hands slipping around to squeeze your abs gently.

"Well, now that you're all fed and energized," she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "I expect nothing but the best from my man today."

Her words, a siren's call, sent a thrill through your body, igniting a fire that hadn't yet had time to die down from your earlier encounter. You felt your cock begin to harden once more at the thought of her sweet, willing submission. You turned in your chair, taking her by the waist and lifting her onto your lap, her nightgown riding up to expose her bare thighs.

"Choerry," you murmured, your voice thick with desire, "you know I can't refuse you."

With a grin that was both adorable and predatory, she straddled you, her wetness pressing against your now-throbbing erection. "Then don't," she purred, rocking her hips slightly. "Punish this naughty slut, daddy."

You stood, her legs wrapped around your waist, and carried her towards the bedroom, the warmth of her body against yours setting your skin alight. The weight of her was heavenly, and you felt your resolve to keep the day professional dissolve away like sugar in hot tea.

Her loving smile never wavered as you carried her back to the bedroom, the playful lightness of the moment a stark contrast to the intense passion that had just transpired.

You couldn't resist showering her face with gentle kisses, your love for her spilling over into every touch. Choerry's giggles filled the air as she squirmed in your arms, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.

"It tickles, daddy s-stop!" she murmured, trying to swat you away with a feigned look of annoyance. But the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her, revealing the thrill she found in your affectionate assault. You chuckled, feeling the warmth of her body against yours as she melted into your embrace.

With a playful growl, you set Choerry down on the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the plush mattress. She watched you with wide, hungry eyes, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as you began to undo the buttons of your shirt. The anticipation in the room was palpable, a silent symphony of desire that seemed to crescendo with each piece of clothing that fell to the floor.

Her gaze roved over your bare chest, her pupils dilating as your abs rippled in the soft morning light. She bit her finger, a silent plea for you to hasten your movements, her own need evident in the way her chest heaved with each shallow breath. The air was charged with sexual tension, the echoes of your earlier encounter still resonating in the space between you.

Your cock, now fully hard again, pointed towards her like a compass needle drawn to true north, a silent declaration of your intention to claim her once more. As the last of your shirt fell away, you stepped out of your trousers, revealing your nakedness to her eager eyes.

The sight of you, raw and aroused, sent a thrill through her, making her squirm with impatience. She reached for you, her hand tracing the length of your cock, her touch featherlight but filled with a promise of what was to come.

"I need you, daddy," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that you were powerless to resist.

With a growl of need, you pushed Choerry back onto the bed, the softness of the mattress giving way beneath her. Your mouth claimed hers in a deep, hungry kiss, your tongue delving into the warm cavern of her mouth as you explored the sweetness of her taste.

Your hand wrapped around her right wrist, pinning it to the bed, while your other hand began to roam her body, your fingertips tracing the soft curves of her waist, the swell of her breasts, and the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

She moaned into your mouth, her body arching towards you, eager for the touch she knew would come. Your thumb grazed the sensitive peak of her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown, making her gasp and her eyes flutter shut, her body responding to your every command.

"No underwear? Such a naughty girl."

Her eyes snapped open at your words, and she giggled, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

"I wanted to surprise you, daddy." she admitted shyly, her voice barely a whisper. Your cock twitched at her admission, and you couldn't help but lean down to kiss her again, your teeth grazing her lower lip before you pulled back.

"And surprise me you did, baby." you murmured against her mouth, your hand sliding beneath the hem of her nightgown to find her wet and ready. Choerry's breath hitched as you parted her folds with your thumb, her hips rising to meet your touch. The soft, slick sound of her arousal was music to your ears, and you felt your own desire swell in response.

"So fucking wet. Do you want it so badly?"

Choerry's eyes fluttered shut as she nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps.

"Yes, make me cum so hard daddy," she whimpered, her hips bucking against your hand. You took mercy on her, sliding two fingers inside her, her warmth enveloping you as she moaned with pleasure. Her walls clenched around your digits, her body begging for more as you pumped into her steadily.

Her free hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, her breath hot against your neck as she whispered some encouragement full of love and need. Her freed right hand found its way to your cock, her grip firm as she stroked you in time with your movements inside her. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house.

"F-faster daddy, I'm so close."

"Bad girls don't get to cum easily."

Choerry's eyes snapped open at your teasing words, a playful pout gracing her lips.

"But daddy!" she protested, her voice a delicious blend of need and wantonness, "I've been such a good girl for you."

Her hips rolled against your hand, her internal muscles tightening around your fingers, as if to prove her point. You smirked, enjoying the way she writhed beneath you, her body a canvas of desire painted by your touch.

Leaning in, you whispered against her ear, "But the best rewards come to those who can wait," before withdrawing your hand and moving to kiss a trail down her neck. Her protests turned to whimpers of anticipation, her body quivering with the unfulfilled need you had so expertly woken within her.

You felt a thrill at the power you held over her, the way she submitted so beautifully to your will.

Your kisses grew more insistent, moving lower still, until you reached her pert nipples through her gown, teasing them with your teeth as your hand found its way to the apex of her thighs once more. This time, instead of sliding inside her, you gently pinched her clit, watching with dark delight as she arched off the bed with a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of pleasure and frustration.

Her hand tightened around your cock, her strokes becoming erratic as she attempted to coax you back to where she wanted you most. But you had other plans, your mouth moving lower, the fabric of her nightgown damp with her arousal. As you reached the juncture of her thighs, you pushed the gown aside, exposing her glistening folds to the cool morning air. With a grin, you dipped your head and took a long, lingering lick, savoring the taste of her sweetness. Choerry's eyes flew open, her pupils dilated with desire as she watched you, her breath hitching in her chest.

"Daddy..." she breathed, the single word a plea and a prayer, her legs spreading wider in an unspoken invitation.

"Oh God... Daddy eat me so well."

Taking her words to heart, you lowered your head to feast on her pussy, your tongue swirling around her clit before delving into her wetness. Choerry's legs trembled as you devoured her, her whimpers and gasps filling the room. You felt her body tighten around your fingers as you curled them inside her, hitting that magical spot that made her toes curl. Her hand on the back of your head held you in place, guiding your movements, her hips bucking against your face in a silent demand for more. The taste of her, the scent of her, the sounds of her pleasure – it was all too much, and you knew she was close.

"Fuckkk, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cu-"

Choerry's body spasmed as she reached her climax, her sweet nectar spurting forth like a fountain, soaking your face and chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out an ear-piercing scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. Her legs tightened around your neck, her heels digging into your back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. You didn't relent, continuing to lick and suck at her clit, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy until she collapsed against the mattress, her body slick with sweat and satisfaction.

"We're far from being done."

"Strip."

Choerry complied eagerly, her trembling hands pulling the nightgown over her head and tossing it aside, revealing her flushed body and hardened nipples. You took in the sight of her, a goddess laid bare before you, and felt your cock throb with anticipation. You climbed onto the bed, knees straddling her thighs, and took her face in your hands, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of her pleasure. Her legs wrapped around your waist, urging you closer, and you felt her warmth against your shaft, beckoning you to claim her once more.

Without wasting a moment, you claimed her nipples with your eager mouth, sucking and teasing each peak until they stood at attention, pebbled with desire. Choerry's breath hitched, and she arched her back, offering herself to you fully as your tongue swirled and flicked against the sensitive flesh, eliciting soft moans from her parted lips.

Her hands roamed over your back, her nails digging into your flesh as you continued to worship her breasts, your passion for her a living, breathing entity that consumed the space between you. Each pull of your mouth on her nipples sent a shiver down her spine, her body reacting to your touch with an eagerness that mirrored your own.

"The milk won't c-come out until you p-put a baby in me daddy."

"Is that so? Is that what my sweetheart wants? To be filled with my cum?

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, stoking the inferno of your desire even higher. You pulled back, your eyes locked onto hers, a silent question in your gaze. Choerry's expression was a mix of longing and need, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her recent orgasm.

"Yes! Fill me up daddy! Make me carry your child!"

With a nod, she confirmed her wish, and you couldn't resist the urge to claim her fully. You lined up the head of your cock with her slick entrance, pausing for just a moment to appreciate the view. Her pussy glistened with desire, the perfect sheath for your throbbing member.

With a growl, you plunged into her, filling her up in one smooth, powerful stroke. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head again, as you began to fuck her with a rhythm that was both punishing and loving.

"Oh my gosh.... So b-big..... Don't s-stop!"

Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, and she met you with an equal fervor, her hips rising to meet you, her legs tightening around your waist. The room was filled with the slap of skin against skin and the sweet symphony of your mingled moans.

You leaned in to capture her mouth once more, your kiss deep and possessive, as you claimed her body in the most primal of ways. Your hands roamed over her curves, gripping her hips to pull her closer, to drive into her deeper still. Choerry's nails dug into your back, leaving a trail of fire as she held on tight, her breath coming in ragged pants.

"Daddy, I love you," she whispered, her voice a hoarse whisper lost in the crescendo of pleasure.

"I love you too, baby," you murmured, your own voice thick with emotion, "now cum for me again, show me how much you want it."

Her eyes cross each other in ecstasy as you pounded into her, the force of your thrusts shaking the bed with each powerful stroke. Her nails dug deeper into your back, leaving little half-moons of pain that only served to heighten your pleasure. You could feel her walls tightening around you, the muscles in her stomach tensing as she approached the edge of another orgasm. Her breaths grew more ragged, and her cries grew louder, each one a testament to the unbridled passion you shared.

Choerry's legs tightened around your waist, her heels pressing into your lower back as she met your every thrust with equal fervor. Her hips rolled in a desperate bid to take you even deeper, her need for release becoming more urgent with each passing second.

"Yes, baby, just like that," you grunted, feeling the beginnings of your own climax coil in your lower belly. You leaned down to nip at her neck, eliciting a scream that was music to your ears. "You're going to take all of me," you growled, your voice thick with desire.

With a groan of pure lust, you released her legs, pushing them up and back until they were bent at her shoulders, her pussy exposed and open to you like a flower in bloom. Choerry's grip tightened around her own legs, holding them in place as you took full advantage of her newfound vulnerability. The angle changed, allowing you to drive even deeper into her, and she moaned in pleasure as you did so. Your eyes never left hers, the connection between you burning hotter than the sun outside the window, as you claimed her completely. Each stroke was a declaration of your love, each thrust a silent promise to give her everything she desired.

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest heaving as she fought to maintain her grip on her legs. You knew she was close, could feel her tightening around you with every movement.

"Cum for me, baby," you whispered, your voice a dark caress, "let me feel your pussy milk me dry."

Choerry's eyes went wide, the heady mix of pleasure and pain in your words pushing her closer to the edge. She nodded, her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she braced herself for the deluge.

"I'm cumming now, daddy please," she begged, her voice a breathy whimper, "I'm cumming!"

And with that, you felt her walls clench around you, her body shuddering with the force of her climax. Her juices spilled over your cock, coating your abdomen as she rode the wave of pleasure. You watched, enraptured, as she lost herself to the sensation, her eyes glazed over and her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

As her orgasm subsided, you felt your own building, the pressure at the base of your spine growing unbearable. You knew you couldn't last much longer, and with one final, powerful thrust, you released your own flood of cum deep within her, filling her up and marking her as yours in the most primal of ways. The room seemed to spin around you as pleasure coursed through your veins, leaving you gasping for breath and trembling with the aftershocks of your release.

Choerry's legs slowly relaxed, and she let out a contented sigh, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she looked up at you. You collapsed beside her, your chests heaving in unison, your bodies slick with sweat and love.

As the final pulses of your orgasm subsided, you couldn't help but revel in the feeling of her body, still quivering with the aftershocks of her own. Your hand moved to her belly, pressing gently to feel the warmth of your cum inside her. With a knowing smile, you pushed against her stomach, watching as the excess fluid began to flow out of her, painting her inner thighs with sticky white streaks. The sight was incredibly erotic, a tangible proof of your union, and it sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through you. Choerry giggled, a sweet sound that seemed to resonate through your very soul, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the sensation.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice filled with awe and love, "so beautiful, so fertile."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at your words, a soft smile playing on her lips as she opened her eyes to meet your gaze. "All for you, daddy," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent your pulse racing once more.

With a groan, you pulled her closer, your cock still semi-hard against her thigh. Your hand trailed up to her breasts, playing with the sensitive flesh as you kissed her again, unable to get enough of her taste, her touch, her scent. The room was filled with the sweet musk of your love making, a scent that seemed to envelop you both in a warm, comforting embrace.

Choerry's body was still quaking from the intensity of her climax when you felt your own hand acting of its own accord. Without warning, your fingers found their way back to her soaked pussy, gently sliding through the mess of cum and her juices. The sensation of being so completely filled and then touched again was almost too much for her to bear. Her eyes shot open in surprise, meeting yours with a mix of shock and overwhelming arousal.

"Daddy, no more, I'm still sensitive!" she breathed, though the plea was weak and her hips betrayed her, moving against your hand despite the protest. You couldn't resist the urge to test her limits, to see just how much pleasure she could handle. Your touch grew bolder, your fingers moving in small, teasing circles around her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her already oversensitive body.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out as the overstimulation built once more. You watched her intently, the way her body reacted to every touch, every stroke, and you felt your cock twitch back to life, eager to plunge into her once again.

"Be a good girl and cum for me again."

"I love to see your face when you cum. Give it to me baby."

Choerry's eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement at your command, her body already responding despite her earlier protest. You watched as she bit her lip harder, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she fought against the waves of pleasure that your relentless fingers brought forth. Her breaths grew shallower, her chest heaving with the effort to remain silent. But it was clear that she was enjoying the torment, her eyes shining with a mischievous light that told you she was ready to push her boundaries even further.

With a smirk, you leaned down to capture her nipple once more, your teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you continued to tease her clit with featherlight strokes. Her body arched off the bed, and she let out a muffled moan that was music to your ears. You knew she was close, the tension in her body building with every passing second.

"Daddyyyy!"

Her squirt was more intense than before, her juices arcing high into the air like a celebratory fountain. The force of her release soaked your hand, the bed, and even splattered against the wall. Choerry's eyes squeezed shut tightly as her body contorted with the overwhelming pleasure. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her breath was a series of sharp gasps as she rode the crest of her climax.

When the spasms finally subsided, she opened her mouth to speak, but only a strangled sound came out, her voice lost to the power of her orgasm. She panted heavily, her chest heaving, as she struggled to find the words to express what she felt.

"Is my baby okay? Did I went too hard?"

Choerry managed a weak nod, her cheeks still flushed and her chest rising and falling with the aftermath of her intense release.

"I'm okay," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "you're just so... amazing." She reached out to cup your cheek, her eyes shining with adoration. The room was still filled with the sweet scent of your love, and the sticky evidence of your shared passion was a testament to the depth of your connection.

You kissed her forehead tenderly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest that had nothing to do with the exertion. As your hand pulled away from her still-throbbing pussy, you brought your fingers to your mouth, tasting her on your skin, the salty sweetness of her arousal mingling with the faint metallic tang of your cum.

"Fuck me more, daddy. Treat me like I'm nothing but a slut. Make me your cumdump."

Her sexual drive suprised you. But who are you to ignore an angel's request.

And so you did. The day unfolded into a tapestry of carnality, each room in your home becoming a stage for your unbridled passion. From the soft caress of the living room rug to the cool embrace of the kitchen countertop, you claimed her in every way imaginable. Her moans of pleasure and the slap of your flesh against hers became the soundtrack of the day, echoing through the house like a siren's call that drew you back to each other time and time again.

You took her from behind as both of you work your way to the bathroom to take a shower, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, and as you whispered dirty words into her ear. You had her ride you reverse cowgirl on the couch while watching your favorite shows, her ass bouncing with every eager plunge she took onto your cock. You bent her over the dining table midway through eating lunch, her legs shaking with the effort to hold herself up, as you fucked her so hard the chandelier above you swung with the force of your love. You fucked her against the windows of your office, her bare ass thumping on the glass surface, free for anyone to see. Each position brought new sensations, each touch a declaration of your insatiable hunger for one another.

As the shadows grew long and the day's warmth began to fade into the embrace of nightfall, the scent of your love lingered in the air like a potent aphrodisiac. In the dimly lit bedroom, you found yourself behind Choerry, her glistening skin bared to you like an open book. She was on her hands and knees, her back arched beautifully as she presented her soaked pussy to you. Each slap of your hand against her ass sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, her muffled cries of "more" urging you on. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by the wet smack of your cock disappearing into her depths. Her eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy, her teeth digging into the fabric of the bed sheet as she tried to contain the moans that threatened to spill out. You watched the pink slapmarks bloom across her ass, each one a brand of your ownership, a map of your passion.

"What are you Choerry?"

Choerry's eyes snapped open at your question, a fiery determination blazing within them. "I'm your slut, daddy, a nasty whore that needs to be punished and filled," she moaned, pushing back against you, her movements frantic and desperate for more.

You grabbed her hips tightly, your grip leaving marks on her skin, and slammed into her even harder, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing through the room. "That's right, baby," you growled, feeling the head of your cock hit her cervix with each forceful thrust. "You're mine to fuck whenever I want."

Her pussy tightened around you, her walls fluttering with the beginnings of another orgasm. You felt your own climax building, your balls drawing up tight, your cock swelling.

"Take it all!"

With one final, powerful drive, you buried yourself to the hilt and released, filling her up once more with your hot seed.

"YESSSS push your cum deep in me, daddy. I'm cumming on that big fucking cock!"

Choerry's body convulsed around you, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her screams were muffled by the pillow she'd bitten into, but the intensity of her pleasure was written all over her face.

As your climax waned, you leaned over her, kissing the nape of her neck, feeling her body quiver beneath you. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile.

"Good girl," you murmured, your voice thick with satisfaction, "you take it so well."

Choerry collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving with the effort to catch her breath. "I love you, daddy," she whispered, turning to look at you with a soft, adoring smile.

You pulled out of her with a wet pop and moved to lay beside her, pulling her into your embrace. "And I love you, baby girl," you said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

The two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your love, the room still heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Your arms wrapped around her tightly, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away if you loosened your grip. Choerry snuggled into you, her head resting on your chest, listening to the steady thump of your heart.

As the night descended, you knew that the next day would bring more challenges, more responsibilities, more of the mundane. But in this moment, all that mattered was the warmth of her body against yours and the promise of more passionate encounters to come.

And as you drifted off to sleep, the last thing you heard was her sweet voice whispering, "Thank you, daddy," a soft reminder of the power and love that flowed between you, unspoken but ever present.

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Vivi's fav position to fuck yeojin in?

Whether she is on top or bottom, Vivi prefers a position where she can hug her tightly, leaving tender kisses on her face and neck while giving deep strokes.

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do you think vivi has a strap specially for yeojin 🤭

She has it in difference sizes depending on how naughty Yeojin is on that day.

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thoughts on vivi?

Shy in bed but has a huge mommy kink. She whines the hardest when her ass gets slapped and squeezed while she is busy riding.

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I've only been here for less than a year but thank you for 500 followers! 💞

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who tops in yeovi?

Dominant Vivi taming her bratty Yeojin

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Haseul bikini pics just posted let's go non-con

DAMMIT.

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Oh god, the heejin with rtms is what I have been thinking about for the mv… like there should be a lot smut with it… damn it… I love it and glad that you wrote it💕

That screenshot really got me writing as soon as I saw it. Thank you for the read 💞.

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finally another haseul smut, a BBC double penetration too 🫠 definitely need more disgusting things done to her (non-con in the future? 👀)

funny you mentioned Elle Lee, because i watch elle lee with haseul in mind as well, so on point on that

No non-con for this cutie patootie!

(Unlessofcourseifshedecidestoreleasesomebikinipics)

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Momma

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New Girl

Heejin x ARTMS

Genre : (TW) Non-con, gxg, Breast-licking, Pussy-eating, Pussy-fingering

833 words

The air in the locker room was thick with tension and the scent of sweaty gym clothes, a stark contrast to the pristine hallways of the all-girls school. Heejin, the new student, had hoped to blend in seamlessly, but she found herself the center of unwanted attention.

Four of her classmates, each with a smirk that seemed to hold a secret, surrounded her, their hands moving over her body in a way that was both intimate and violating. The whispers and giggles grew louder, the words sharper.

Heejin's eyes searched the room for an escape, but the door remained firmly shut, a silent sentinel to her plight. She felt a hand grab her arm, and another sneak into her locker, pulling out her neatly folded clothes to scatter them across the cold tile floor.

The girls' eyes gleamed with malicious excitement as they stepped closer, their touches turning from playful to hostile. The whispers grew into a crescendo of taunts, their true intentions unmistakable.

Heejin's heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of fear and confusion. How had her dream of a peaceful school life become this twisted nightmare?

Heejin's legs trembled as she sank to the cold tile floor, her body a canvas for the relentless onslaught of the four girls. Kim Lip's lips claimed hers in a fierce kiss, her tongue pushing past Heejin's teeth to explore the depths of her mouth. The taste of mint toothpaste clashed with the metallic tang of fear, but she couldn't pull away.

Jinsoul and Choerry descended upon her breasts, their eager mouths suckling and nipping at her sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure-laced panic coursing through her veins. Meanwhile, Haseul had her head between Heejin's legs, her tongue darting out to trace the outline of her pussy with a hunger that made Heejin's cheeks burn.

The sensations were overwhelming, a whirlwind of pain and arousal that she never knew could coexist. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the girls' relentless ministrations continued, their hands and mouths leaving no part of her untouched.

Despite her mind screaming for it to stop, her body betrayed her, responding in ways that only added to her confusion and humiliation. Heejin's world had been flipped upside down, and she could do nothing but submit to the chaos that had become her new reality.

Haseul, her eyes glinting with a mix of victory and desire, took a moment to survey the scene before her. Heejin's body, trembling and flushed, offered no resistance as the other three girls continued to feast upon her. Her own hand slid up Heejin's inner thigh, the soft skin quivering beneath her touch.

"Isn't she just delicious?" Haseul murmured, her voice a seductive purr that made Heejin's stomach clench even harder. The other three girls nodded eagerly, their breaths quickening as they felt the tension in Heejin's body.

"I think she's ready for a little more," Haseul said with a wicked smile, her eyes never leaving Heejin's.

"Make her beg for it." At her words, the intensity of their assault grew. Kim Lip bit down on Heejin's lower lip, drawing a whimper that was muffled by the hand now clamped over her mouth. Jinsoul and Choerry pinched her nipples, twisting them until tears welled in her eyes. And Haseul, ever the mastermind, plunged two fingers deep inside Heejin without warning, her thumb circling the swollen nub of her clit with a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable.

The room echoed with the sound of wet, desperate moans, and Heejin's eyes widened in shock as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building within her. Her body, traitorous and needy, responded to their rough touches, arching into their grip as she neared the brink. The girls watched with hungry eyes, waiting for the moment when Heejin would shatter under their collective power.

Heejin's body convulsed as the climax ripped through her, the sound of her muffled scream bouncing off the sterile locker room walls. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could feel the heat of the girls' breath on her neck, their hands tightening around her, holding her in place as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. The pressure on her mouth released, and she gasped for air, her chest heaving with each breath she took. The room fell silent for a brief moment, the only sound the echo of her scream.

The four classmates pulled back slightly, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction and lust as they watched the new student's body quiver from the aftershocks. Heejin's vision swam with tears, a mix of pain and pleasure. The reality of what just happened began to set in, and she knew this was only the beginning of their twisted game.

They had claimed her, marked her, and she had no idea how to escape the web they had spun around her. As she lay there, panting and exposed, the whispers and giggles started again, the air thick with the promise of more torment to come.

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Gonna put out more from my finished drafts. Stay tuned! 😽

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Readjusted the picture because apparently it was blurry 🤨

BMAF

LOONA/ARTMS Haseul x Male Characters

Genre : BBC, Gangbang, Breast Play, Double Penetration

2505 words

On a rare and treasured rest day during her group's hectic US concert tour, Haseul had arranged a secret meeting with a burly black male prostitute named Tyrone along with his colleagues. Known among her secret circle for his legendary endowment, Tyrone had been at the top of her wish list for quite some time.

She had heard whispers of his prowess from her fellow groupmates who had also indulged in this taboo pleasure, and she was eager to experience it herself.

The hotel room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the glaring stage lights she was accustomed to, setting a steamy atmosphere that made her heart race. Dressed in a sheer black lingerie set, she lay on all fours on the king-sized bed, biting into the pillow to muffle any sounds of pleasure that might escape her lips.

The anticipation was almost too much to bear as Tyrone, clad in nothing but a towel, sauntered in with a cocksure grin, his muscles rippling with every step. The towel dropped, revealing his massive form, and Haseul felt a thrill of excitement and apprehension. This was it; she was about to get her fill of what she had been craving for months.

Tyrone's grin grew wider as he approached the trembling Haseul, his eyes feasting on her delicate frame and the way the sheer lingerie clung to her curves. He knew she was in for an unforgettable ride.

He took his time, allowing the anticipation to build as he slid onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to his burning desire. With one hand, he caressed her back, tracing the line of her spine down to her plump ass, giving it a gentle squeeze that made her gasp.

The other hand reached for the pillow she was biting, gently pulling it away for a brief moment as he leaned in to whisper in her ear,

"Ready for the main event?" His voice was like velvet, sending shivers down her spine as she nodded vigorously. He pushed her underwear aside and lined himself up, his tip pressing against her slick opening, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.

Haseul's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't help the muffled cry that escaped her mouth as she felt herself stretched to the limits. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that she had never experienced before. As Tyrone began to move, each stroke was like a piston driving into her, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably as he picked up the pace, her moans growing louder despite her best efforts to keep them contained. The other men in the room could hardly contain themselves, their eyes glued to the erotic sight before them as they eagerly awaited their turn to claim the Asian beauty.

Her mouth bites the pillow tight, not allowing any sound out. Her hands grab knuckles of the bedsheet. Her ass is rippling with clapping sounds. Haseul is enjoying the feeling in her core. Tyrone's powerful thrusts continue, each one driving deeper, hitting a spot inside her that sends sparks of pleasure through her body. Her nails dig into the fabric, leaving little half-moons as she tries to anchor herself to the bed. Her body responds to his rhythm, her hips moving in sync with his, taking him in as if she's been made for this exact moment.

The friction builds, a delicious ache that spreads from her core to every nerve ending, and she knows she's getting closer to the edge. Despite the pillow muffling her cries, the tension in the room is palpable, the other men's breaths growing heavier as they watch, their grips on their own erections tightening. Haseul's eyes squeeze shut as she rides the wave of sensation, feeling herself climb higher and higher until she can't take it anymore.

With a gasp that she tries to stifle, she reaches the peak, her body convulsing around Tyrone's thick shaft, her pussy clenching tightly as she experiences an orgasm so intense it feels like it's shaking her to her very core.

Tyrone grunts in approval, his strokes becoming erratic as he feels her tighten around him. She can sense his own climax approaching, and she braces herself for the final, earth-shattering plunge that she knows will leave her trembling and breathless. Tyrone's grip on her hips tightens as he feels her pussy spasm around his cock, the warm wetness of her climax only adding to his own building pleasure.

With one final, deep thrust, he releases his load inside her, his groan of satisfaction echoing in the quiet room. Haseul's body goes limp, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tries to process the intensity of what just happened. She can feel the warmth of his cum filling her up, the sensation strangely comforting amidst the overwhelming aftermath of her orgasm.

The other men, their eyes glazed with lust, begin to move closer, eager to take their turn. Tyrone withdraws, his dick glistening with their combined juices, and gives her a smug look of satisfaction. The next man, equally as imposing as Tyrone, takes his place, his hands already reaching for her waist. Haseul's heart skips a beat as she feels a fresh wave of excitement build within her, knowing she's only just begun her day of carnality with these insatiable black stallions.

As the next man in line approaches, Haseul's eyes widen with a mix of trepidation and excitement, her gaze lingering on the monstrous erection that stands before her. She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with his, and she can see the hunger in his gaze. He seems to read the concern in her expression and offers a reassuring smile, his teeth gleaming in the dim light.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice a low rumble,

"I'll make sure you're ready." He runs a thumb over her slick folds, collecting a bead of the mix of cum, and gently presses it against her asshole, teasing the tight ring of muscle. Despite her initial hesitation, Haseul feels a thrill of anticipation. She's done this before, but never with a man as large as he is. He notices her tension and leans down to whisper in her ear,

"Trust me, you're going to love this." With that, he starts to push the tip of his cock against her anus, applying just enough pressure to make her body yield. Haseul takes a deep breath, her heart racing as she feels herself opening up for him. The pressure builds, a delicious burn that she knows will give way to pleasure if she just relaxes. She focuses on the feeling of Tyrone's cum still inside her pussy, using it as a strange form of lubrication for her asshole, and with a final push, he's in, filling her completely. She gasps into the pillow, her eyes watering slightly at the intrusion, but the pain quickly fades, replaced by a deep, all-consuming need for more.

The man starts to move, his strokes slow and measured, allowing her body to adjust to his size. Haseul's hands clench the bed even tighter now, her body taut as a bowstring as he begins to pick up speed, driving into her with the same ferocity that Tyrone had moments before. The room around them fades away, the only sounds being their muffled grunts and the slap of skin against skin. Haseul knows she's in for an even wilder ride, but she's ready to take on the challenge, eager to see just how far she can be pushed today.

The man's grip on Haseul's hips tightens as his pace becomes erratic, his breaths hitching in his throat. His eyes bore into hers, seeking the permission she eagerly offers with a nod. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulls out of her tight embrace, and Haseul quickly turns her head to present her angelic smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. She opens her mouth slightly, tilts her head back, and closes her eyes as he takes aim, his cock pulsing in the air before her. The first rope of cum hits her cheek with a warm splat, followed by another that lands on her nose. She giggles, the sensation strange but thrilling.

The remaining shots cover her face, painting her in a sticky, white mask as he empties himself. She opens her eyes to see his satisfaction, and without a moment's hesitation, she sticks out her tongue to catch the last few drops, savoring the salty taste. The men in the room groan in appreciation, their desire for her only growing stronger as they witness the erotic scene unfold. Haseul's smile widens, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and excitement, as she eagerly awaits the next round of her depraved escapade.

The next men in line doesn't waste any time. Haseul is already riding a cock while a man is preparing himself to enter her backdoor. He positions himself behind her as she's still on all fours, her pussy still throbbing from the recent pounding. He slaps his cock against her ass cheeks, making her giggle and wiggle in anticipation.

"You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice deep and demanding. Haseul nods, feeling a fresh wave of desire wash over her.

"Yeah, I can tell," he chuckles, and before she knows it, he's pushing into her tight asshole. She gasps, her eyes watering as she's filled once more, now with a cock in both her holes. The room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. The men are all talking dirty now, egging each other on, and Haseul finds herself joining in, her voice a mix of moans and filthy whispers.

"Fuck me harder," she pants, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of the two cocks claiming her.

The man in her ass grabs her by the hips and starts to pound her, his strokes matching the rhythm of the one in her pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, and she feels like she might shatter into a million pieces at any moment. She can't help but look back, watching as the man's face contorts with pleasure, his eyes locked on hers.

"You're so tight," he grunts, his grip tightening as he goes deeper. Haseul feels the pressure build again, her body tightening around them both as she approaches another orgasm. She's lost in the moment, the pain and pleasure blurring into one intense sensation that's unlike anything she's ever felt before. Her words become incoherent, her cries muffled by the kisses from the man below, as well as the man behind her, as she rides the wave of ecstasy that crashes over her. The men continue to drive into her, their own moans and curses mingling with hers, creating a symphony of carnality that's music to her ears. She's living in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and she never wants it to end.

As the two men continue their relentless assault on Haseul's body, one of them reaches around to squeeze her breasts, now freed from the shackles of fabric, his thick fingers molding and pinching her sensitive nipples. The sudden, intense pressure sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and she can't help but moan even louder, her voice sweet but still carrying the unmistakable sound of ecstasy.

The sensation of being so completely filled, claimed by these powerful men, only adds to her arousal. Her breasts are now the center of attention, each pinch and twist sending jolts of pleasure to her core, making her pussy clench around the cock inside her.

The man in her ass notices her heightened response and leans forward, his chest pressing against her back as he takes over her breasts, his hands rough and possessive. The dual sensation of his cock pumping in and out of her while another man's shaft stretches her ass, combined with the expert manipulation of her breasts, sends Haseul spiraling towards another climax.

Her body tenses, her muscles tightening around their cocks as she rides the crest of the wave. She can feel her orgasm building, a storm gathering strength, ready to break over her at any moment. The men's grunts and curses grow louder, their strokes more erratic, and she knows they're all close to reaching their limits. The pressure in her chest is unbearable, a delicious ache that tells her she's about to shatter once again, her body a vessel for their pleasure and hers.

The two men holding onto Haseul tightly let out roars of pleasure as they reached their climaxes, their bodies tensing and then releasing as they filled her completely. The man in her pussy shot his hot seed deep inside her, the feeling of it mixing with Tyrone's earlier load sending her over the edge. Haseul's body convulsed around them, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. The man in her ass followed suit, his cum spurting into her tight hole, making her ass cheeks clench involuntarily. She felt used and utterly satisfied, her body a writhing mess of pleasure and pain.

As they both pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her. The room was filled with the scent of sex, the air thick with it. She looked over her shoulder to see the other men, their eyes still hungry, their cocks still hard and ready. Haseul couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having taken on two of them at once, a feeling of power that only grew as she watched them line up, eager to have their turn with her. She was the center of their desire, a prize to be conquered, and she reveled in it. As the next man approached, she couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation, already craving the next wave of sensation that was sure to come.

In the end, as the final man finishes his conquest, Haseul's body is a canvas of ecstasy, painted with the cum of her admirers. She lays there, weak and sated, each breath a testament to the exertion of the past hours. Her tongue darts out, licking the trails of cum from her cheek to her nose, savoring the salty tang on her lips. Her eyes are half-closed, a blissful smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she feels the warmth of their combined seed seeping from her abused holes, trickling down her thighs.

The room is silent except for the occasional groan from the men as they recover from their own orgasms, all of them watching the Asian goddess sprawled before them with a mix of awe and satisfaction. Haseul's body twitches as she feels the last of their cum slipping out, a silent confession of her thorough enjoyment.

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As a present to celebrate the start of their US leg of the tour, here's some blacked Haseul action.

P.S She reminds me of Elle Lee sometimes

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BMAF

LOONA/ARTMS Haseul x Male Characters

Genre : BBC, Gangbang, Breast Play, Double Penetration

2505 words

On a rare and treasured rest day during her group's hectic US concert tour, Haseul had arranged a secret meeting with a burly black male prostitute named Tyrone along with his colleagues. Known among her secret circle for his legendary endowment, Tyrone had been at the top of her wish list for quite some time.

She had heard whispers of his prowess from her fellow groupmates who had also indulged in this taboo pleasure, and she was eager to experience it herself.

The hotel room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the glaring stage lights she was accustomed to, setting a steamy atmosphere that made her heart race. Dressed in a sheer black lingerie set, she lay on all fours on the king-sized bed, biting into the pillow to muffle any sounds of pleasure that might escape her lips.

The anticipation was almost too much to bear as Tyrone, clad in nothing but a towel, sauntered in with a cocksure grin, his muscles rippling with every step. The towel dropped, revealing his massive form, and Haseul felt a thrill of excitement and apprehension. This was it; she was about to get her fill of what she had been craving for months.

Tyrone's grin grew wider as he approached the trembling Haseul, his eyes feasting on her delicate frame and the way the sheer lingerie clung to her curves. He knew she was in for an unforgettable ride.

He took his time, allowing the anticipation to build as he slid onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to his burning desire. With one hand, he caressed her back, tracing the line of her spine down to her plump ass, giving it a gentle squeeze that made her gasp.

The other hand reached for the pillow she was biting, gently pulling it away for a brief moment as he leaned in to whisper in her ear,

"Ready for the main event?" His voice was like velvet, sending shivers down her spine as she nodded vigorously. He pushed her underwear aside and lined himself up, his tip pressing against her slick opening, and with one powerful thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.

Haseul's eyes rolled back in her head, and she couldn't help the muffled cry that escaped her mouth as she felt herself stretched to the limits. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that she had never experienced before. As Tyrone began to move, each stroke was like a piston driving into her, hitting all the right spots and sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably as he picked up the pace, her moans growing louder despite her best efforts to keep them contained. The other men in the room could hardly contain themselves, their eyes glued to the erotic sight before them as they eagerly awaited their turn to claim the Asian beauty.

Her mouth bites the pillow tight, not allowing any sound out. Her hands grab knuckles of the bedsheet. Her ass is rippling with clapping sounds. Haseul is enjoying the feeling in her core. Tyrone's powerful thrusts continue, each one driving deeper, hitting a spot inside her that sends sparks of pleasure through her body. Her nails dig into the fabric, leaving little half-moons as she tries to anchor herself to the bed. Her body responds to his rhythm, her hips moving in sync with his, taking him in as if she's been made for this exact moment.

The friction builds, a delicious ache that spreads from her core to every nerve ending, and she knows she's getting closer to the edge. Despite the pillow muffling her cries, the tension in the room is palpable, the other men's breaths growing heavier as they watch, their grips on their own erections tightening. Haseul's eyes squeeze shut as she rides the wave of sensation, feeling herself climb higher and higher until she can't take it anymore.

With a gasp that she tries to stifle, she reaches the peak, her body convulsing around Tyrone's thick shaft, her pussy clenching tightly as she experiences an orgasm so intense it feels like it's shaking her to her very core.

Tyrone grunts in approval, his strokes becoming erratic as he feels her tighten around him. She can sense his own climax approaching, and she braces herself for the final, earth-shattering plunge that she knows will leave her trembling and breathless. Tyrone's grip on her hips tightens as he feels her pussy spasm around his cock, the warm wetness of her climax only adding to his own building pleasure.

With one final, deep thrust, he releases his load inside her, his groan of satisfaction echoing in the quiet room. Haseul's body goes limp, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tries to process the intensity of what just happened. She can feel the warmth of his cum filling her up, the sensation strangely comforting amidst the overwhelming aftermath of her orgasm.

The other men, their eyes glazed with lust, begin to move closer, eager to take their turn. Tyrone withdraws, his dick glistening with their combined juices, and gives her a smug look of satisfaction. The next man, equally as imposing as Tyrone, takes his place, his hands already reaching for her waist. Haseul's heart skips a beat as she feels a fresh wave of excitement build within her, knowing she's only just begun her day of carnality with these insatiable black stallions.

As the next man in line approaches, Haseul's eyes widen with a mix of trepidation and excitement, her gaze lingering on the monstrous erection that stands before her. She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes locking with his, and she can see the hunger in his gaze. He seems to read the concern in her expression and offers a reassuring smile, his teeth gleaming in the dim light.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice a low rumble,

"I'll make sure you're ready." He runs a thumb over her slick folds, collecting a bead of the mix of cum, and gently presses it against her asshole, teasing the tight ring of muscle. Despite her initial hesitation, Haseul feels a thrill of anticipation. She's done this before, but never with a man as large as he is. He notices her tension and leans down to whisper in her ear,

"Trust me, you're going to love this." With that, he starts to push the tip of his cock against her anus, applying just enough pressure to make her body yield. Haseul takes a deep breath, her heart racing as she feels herself opening up for him. The pressure builds, a delicious burn that she knows will give way to pleasure if she just relaxes. She focuses on the feeling of Tyrone's cum still inside her pussy, using it as a strange form of lubrication for her asshole, and with a final push, he's in, filling her completely. She gasps into the pillow, her eyes watering slightly at the intrusion, but the pain quickly fades, replaced by a deep, all-consuming need for more.

The man starts to move, his strokes slow and measured, allowing her body to adjust to his size. Haseul's hands clench the bed even tighter now, her body taut as a bowstring as he begins to pick up speed, driving into her with the same ferocity that Tyrone had moments before. The room around them fades away, the only sounds being their muffled grunts and the slap of skin against skin. Haseul knows she's in for an even wilder ride, but she's ready to take on the challenge, eager to see just how far she can be pushed today.

The man's grip on Haseul's hips tightens as his pace becomes erratic, his breaths hitching in his throat. His eyes bore into hers, seeking the permission she eagerly offers with a nod. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulls out of her tight embrace, and Haseul quickly turns her head to present her angelic smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. She opens her mouth slightly, tilts her head back, and closes her eyes as he takes aim, his cock pulsing in the air before her. The first rope of cum hits her cheek with a warm splat, followed by another that lands on her nose. She giggles, the sensation strange but thrilling.

The remaining shots cover her face, painting her in a sticky, white mask as he empties himself. She opens her eyes to see his satisfaction, and without a moment's hesitation, she sticks out her tongue to catch the last few drops, savoring the salty taste. The men in the room groan in appreciation, their desire for her only growing stronger as they witness the erotic scene unfold. Haseul's smile widens, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and excitement, as she eagerly awaits the next round of her depraved escapade.

The next men in line doesn't waste any time. Haseul is already riding a cock while a man is preparing himself to enter her backdoor. He positions himself behind her as she's still on all fours, her pussy still throbbing from the recent pounding. He slaps his cock against her ass cheeks, making her giggle and wiggle in anticipation.

"You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice deep and demanding. Haseul nods, feeling a fresh wave of desire wash over her.

"Yeah, I can tell," he chuckles, and before she knows it, he's pushing into her tight asshole. She gasps, her eyes watering as she's filled once more, now with a cock in both her holes. The room is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. The men are all talking dirty now, egging each other on, and Haseul finds herself joining in, her voice a mix of moans and filthy whispers.

"Fuck me harder," she pants, her hips moving in time with the rhythm of the two cocks claiming her.

The man in her ass grabs her by the hips and starts to pound her, his strokes matching the rhythm of the one in her pussy. The sensation is overwhelming, and she feels like she might shatter into a million pieces at any moment. She can't help but look back, watching as the man's face contorts with pleasure, his eyes locked on hers.

"You're so tight," he grunts, his grip tightening as he goes deeper. Haseul feels the pressure build again, her body tightening around them both as she approaches another orgasm. She's lost in the moment, the pain and pleasure blurring into one intense sensation that's unlike anything she's ever felt before. Her words become incoherent, her cries muffled by the kisses from the man below, as well as the man behind her, as she rides the wave of ecstasy that crashes over her. The men continue to drive into her, their own moans and curses mingling with hers, creating a symphony of carnality that's music to her ears. She's living in a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and she never wants it to end.

As the two men continue their relentless assault on Haseul's body, one of them reaches around to squeeze her breasts, now freed from the shackles of fabric, his thick fingers molding and pinching her sensitive nipples. The sudden, intense pressure sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, and she can't help but moan even louder, her voice sweet but still carrying the unmistakable sound of ecstasy.

The sensation of being so completely filled, claimed by these powerful men, only adds to her arousal. Her breasts are now the center of attention, each pinch and twist sending jolts of pleasure to her core, making her pussy clench around the cock inside her.

The man in her ass notices her heightened response and leans forward, his chest pressing against her back as he takes over her breasts, his hands rough and possessive. The dual sensation of his cock pumping in and out of her while another man's shaft stretches her ass, combined with the expert manipulation of her breasts, sends Haseul spiraling towards another climax.

Her body tenses, her muscles tightening around their cocks as she rides the crest of the wave. She can feel her orgasm building, a storm gathering strength, ready to break over her at any moment. The men's grunts and curses grow louder, their strokes more erratic, and she knows they're all close to reaching their limits. The pressure in her chest is unbearable, a delicious ache that tells her she's about to shatter once again, her body a vessel for their pleasure and hers.

The two men holding onto Haseul tightly let out roars of pleasure as they reached their climaxes, their bodies tensing and then releasing as they filled her completely. The man in her pussy shot his hot seed deep inside her, the feeling of it mixing with Tyrone's earlier load sending her over the edge. Haseul's body convulsed around them, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning. The man in her ass followed suit, his cum spurting into her tight hole, making her ass cheeks clench involuntarily. She felt used and utterly satisfied, her body a writhing mess of pleasure and pain.

As they both pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her. The room was filled with the scent of sex, the air thick with it. She looked over her shoulder to see the other men, their eyes still hungry, their cocks still hard and ready. Haseul couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having taken on two of them at once, a feeling of power that only grew as she watched them line up, eager to have their turn with her. She was the center of their desire, a prize to be conquered, and she reveled in it. As the next man approached, she couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation, already craving the next wave of sensation that was sure to come.

In the end, as the final man finishes his conquest, Haseul's body is a canvas of ecstasy, painted with the cum of her admirers. She lays there, weak and sated, each breath a testament to the exertion of the past hours. Her tongue darts out, licking the trails of cum from her cheek to her nose, savoring the salty tang on her lips. Her eyes are half-closed, a blissful smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she feels the warmth of their combined seed seeping from her abused holes, trickling down her thighs.

The room is silent except for the occasional groan from the men as they recover from their own orgasms, all of them watching the Asian goddess sprawled before them with a mix of awe and satisfaction. Haseul's body twitches as she feels the last of their cum slipping out, a silent confession of her thorough enjoyment.

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As a present to celebrate the start of their US leg of the tour, here's some blacked Haseul action.

P.S She reminds me of Elle Lee sometimes