Under the bright sun, Hong Ming and Ri Sol-ju explore a game of desire and power together, revealing a connection that defies convention and strengthens their bond. How far will their surrender go?
The sun shone brightly over the pool, creating a golden glow on the crystal-clear water. Hong Ming and his wife, Ri Sol-ju, were in one of the complex's most exclusive areas, surrounded by high walls that guaranteed their privacy. She was wearing a turquoise bikini that highlighted her smooth skin and slender figure. Her breasts, firm and generous, moved slightly with each breath, while her butt, robust and perfectly rounded, looked irresistible under the tight fabric of the swimsuit.
Sitting on comfortable loungers, the couple discussed government affairs with the seriousness that characterized their conversations. Hong Ming, with his calm and authoritative voice, explained the details of a new decree, while Ri Sol-ju listened attentively, her expression concentrated but relaxed. However, the tranquility of the moment was about to be interrupted.
Suddenly, a waiter approached with a tray of drinks. He was a tall, muscular man, with an imposing presence that did not go unnoticed by Ri Sol-ju. Without saying a word, the man approached her and, with a mischievous smile, sat directly on her butt, using her body as a chair. The movement was so sudden that Ri Sol-ju let out a small gasp, more from surprise than pain.
Hong Ming, who was observing the scene with an unsettling calm, did not intervene. Instead, he took his wife's hand and squeezed it gently, as if giving her his tacit approval. The waiter, sensing the permissiveness in the atmosphere, settled in even more, his erect member pressing against Ri Sol-ju's tight hole. She, although initially shy, began to move slightly, adapting her body to provide more pleasure.
"Do you like it like this, Madam?" the waiter whispered close to her ear, his warm breath grazing her skin.
Ri Sol-ju nodded, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. Her buttocks contracted and relaxed, swaying gently to accommodate the intrusion. Hong Ming, sitting next to her, watched the scene with a pleased smile. His hand, still intertwined with his wife's, moved to his lap, where he began to masturbate slowly, enjoying the spectacle.
"You are so beautiful like this, Sol-ju," Hong Ming whispered, his voice full of desire and admiration.
She, feeling the pressure of the waiter and the gaze of her husband, felt more alive than ever. With a fluid movement, she leaned forward, offering her breasts to the man. The waiter did not miss the opportunity: he bent down and took one of her nipples between his lips, sucking and tasting eagerly. Ri Sol-ju moaned softly, her body arching in response to the pleasure.
"Keep going, keep going," Hong Ming encouraged, his voice hoarse with excitement.
The waiter obeyed, alternating between her breasts, while his hips moved in a constant rhythm, penetrating Ri Sol-ju with each thrust. With her eyes closed, she let herself be carried away by the sensations, her body responding to the pleasure they were giving her.
Hong Ming, still masturbating, leaned forward and kissed his wife's hand.
"Do you like sharing your body like this?" he asked, his breath warm on her skin.
Ri Sol-ju nodded, her voice too hoarse to speak.
"You are mine, but you are also whoever I decide," Hong Ming continued, his tone firm but full of affection. "And today, you are his."
The waiter, hearing Hong Ming's words, increased the rhythm of his thrusts, his member swollen and hard inside Ri Sol-ju. She groaned louder, her body tense as she approached climax.
"Are you close, Madam?" the waiter asked, his voice full of desire.
"Yes... yes, please," Ri Sol-ju replied, her voice shaky.
Hong Ming smiled, his hand accelerating the rhythm on his own body.
"Make her yours," he said, his voice charged with permission and excitement.
The waiter thrust hard, his member hitting deep inside Ri Sol-ju. She screamed, her body convulsing as she reached an orgasm that shook her to her core. The waiter, feeling her walls contracting around him, let out a grunt before emptying himself inside her, his hot semen filling her interior.
Hong Ming, observing the scene, reached his own climax, his semen splashing onto the lounger. With a satisfied smile, he leaned back, his breath catching.
"You are perfect, Sol-ju," he said, his voice full of admiration. "Perfect."
She, still recovering, turned towards him, her expression a mixture of pleasure and submission.
"Thank you, my love," she replied, her voice soft and grateful.
The waiter, after a moment, stood up, his member still erect but satisfied. He leaned over and kissed Ri Sol-ju's forehead before retreating, leaving the couple alone.
Hong Ming took his wife's hand and kissed it, his gaze intense.
"Power is not about controlling, but about sharing," he murmured, his voice thoughtful. "And today, we have shared something that makes us stronger."
Ri Sol-ju smiled, her body still trembling with pleasure.
"Always with you," she replied, her voice firm and full of love.
The scene, etched in Hong Ming's mind, became a memory that made him feel more alive than ever. The sun continued to shine, but now, the atmosphere was charged with a deep satisfaction, a mixture of pleasure, power, and connection that only they could understand.
The pool, silent witness to their intimacy, reflected the complexity of their relationship: a dance of domination and submission, of desire and control, that united them in a way few could comprehend. And at that moment, in that place, they were invincible.