Yuna lay back against the soft sheets, red choker glowing like a heartbeat at her throat. Her legs were spread, knees up, glistening folds waiting, slick and inviting.
Joon stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked. His cock was hard—angry, twitching, flushed with blood. Even in the warm, golden light of the room, it looked obscene. Thick. Long. Slick with precum.
He hesitated. She noticed.
"You're doing perfect," she said gently, reaching out a hand. "But I want you up here. Between my legs."
He moved on instinct.
His knees sank into the bed. Yuna guided him forward, one hand sliding behind his neck, pulling him down for his first real kiss—soft at first, then deeper. Her tongue found his, wet and slow, while her other hand reached down between them.
Fingers curled around his shaft again. She guided it, slow and steady, until the head of his cock pressed flush against her wet entrance.
She broke the kiss and stared him in the eye.
"This is where you belong," she whispered. "Right here. In me."
He groaned.
She angled her hips. Pulled him in.
His cock pushed forward, parting her folds. Hot wet heat wrapped around him, swallowing him inch by inch. She moaned—loud, back arching, hips twitching.
"F-fuck," she gasped, nails digging into his back. "You're… you're too much."
But she didn't stop. She kept pulling him in.
Joon gritted his teeth as her pussy stretched around him, tight, velvet-soft, impossibly warm. He felt her muscles pulse around his shaft like they were milking him already.
Every nerve in his cock was on fire. He trembled with the need to cum—but held back.
"Breathe," Yuna whispered, her eyes fluttering. "Move."
He started slowly. Drawing back, then pushing in again. His hips learned the rhythm instinctively, built on long-suppressed urges and the muscle memory of fantasies denied for decades.
Yuna moaned louder.
"Oh fuck… fuck yes, that's it," she panted, arms around his shoulders now, legs wrapping around his waist. "You're… shit, you're good."
He moved faster.
The slap of skin-on-skin echoed in the padded room. Yuna's breasts bounced softly between them with every thrust. Her pussy gripped him tighter each time he bottomed out, juices spilling down to his thighs.
Her eyes were glazed, mouth open.
"Don't stop," she begged. "Don't you fucking stop—"
He didn't.
Joon's hands locked around her waist. He drove into her with power, precision, and a hunger that had slept for forty years and was now wide-fucking-awake. His stamina surged. Each thrust made her cry out louder, her fingers clawing his back, her hips lifting into him on instinct.
"Harder—fuck me harder, Joon—!" she gasped.
He gave it to her.
Slamming. Grinding. Driving into her again and again like he was born to breed.
Her orgasm hit fast.
Yuna's whole body arched, pussy clenching around him like a vice. She screamed into his mouth as she came—shaking, gasping, soaked. Her legs trembled around his waist.
But he didn't stop.
He kept going.
She was still riding her high when he finally gasped out, "I—I'm gonna cum—"
She grabbed the back of his neck. Pulled him down until their foreheads touched.
"Inside," she whispered, eyes wild. "Cum inside me. Give me your fucking seed."
He growled.
One more thrust. Balls slapping her ass.
And then he came.
Hot, thick ropes flooded her womb as he buried himself to the base. Her pussy squeezed around him, milking every last drop. Joon shuddered on top of her, arms shaking, cock twitching as his system pinged.
[SYSTEM NOTICE]
✅ Confirmed: First Penetration – Complete
✅ Confirmed: Internal Ejaculation
🎯 Impregnation Probability: 94%
💮 Partner Yuna marked as Bred (Pending Confirmation)
🔥 Candidate Joon's Libido Rating Increased
⚙️ Stamina Trait Unlocked: "Unrelenting First-Timer"
Yuna was breathing hard beneath him, a flushed mess of cum, sweat, and soft giggles.
She stroked his hair, smiling.
"You weren't lying about the potential," she murmured. "You're going to ruin every girl you touch."
Joon stayed there, cock still deep inside her, throbbing.
He wasn't even soft yet.
Yuna noticed and grinned. "Round two?"