The room was soaked in heat. Not from the thermostat—it was the air between them. Heavy, ripe, electric.
Joon-ho loomed above Madam Seo, one knee planted on either side of her hips, his cock thick and swollen, dripping precum onto her cheek. She lay beneath him, face turned slightly toward the shaft resting against her lips. Her makeup had smudged under sweat and oil. Her breath was shallow.
She didn't look like a CEO's wife anymore. She looked like a woman who hadn't been fucked the way she needed in years.
He smiled.
"Open."
She obeyed, lips parting slowly. The first touch of his cock against her tongue made her shiver. He dragged the head along her lower lip, smearing her in heat.
"Wider, Madam."
She widened. He pushed in.
The first few inches filled her mouth, thick and hot, stretching her lips. She groaned, trying to adjust to the weight. He moaned softly at the contact, hips barely rolling forward, feeding her another inch. Her mouth, wet and tight, sucked greedily.
"You look beautiful like this," he murmured, brushing her hair back as she blinked up at him. "Mouth full of cock, drooling like you want to drown in it."
She gagged lightly but didn't pull away.
He started to move.
Slow at first, letting her feel every ridge of his shaft slide over her tongue. His hips rocked forward, back, forward again. Her head stayed still, neck pressed into the face cradle as he used her mouth. His hands gripped her jaw and the back of her head, guiding her, controlling her.
"Good girl," he breathed. "Take it. Just like that."
She moaned around him, spit leaking down her chin. Her thighs squeezed together, and her hips rolled subtly into the towel below her. Her cunt was dripping.
He felt it without even touching her.
His right hand slipped down her spine, across the slick curve of her ass, and between her thighs. The moment his fingers touched her folds, he groaned.
"Fuck. You're soaked."
She whimpered with his cock in her throat.
Two fingers slipped inside her with no resistance. He curled them up, slow and patient, until they pressed directly into her g-spot. She twitched under him.
"There it is," he whispered. "That little place that no one else knows."
She moaned again. Louder.
He began to pump his fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of his cock in her mouth. His other hand moved up to her chest, found a nipple under her body, and rolled it hard between his fingers.
She jerked.
"Sensitive. You're getting close, aren't you?"
She nodded, or tried to, cock buried halfway down her throat.
He pushed deeper.
Her eyes rolled back.
His grip tightened on her head. He started fucking her mouth harder now. No more slow rhythm. He was using her. And she loved it.
"God, you're so fucking filthy," he growled. "So elegant outside. So obedient with a cock in your mouth."
Her body shook.
He pinched her nipple again, fingers twisting while his other hand fucked her with practiced precision. Pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched hard.
Then she came.
It hit like lightning. Her legs trembled, her cunt gushed around his fingers, and her throat clenched around his cock. She moaned so loud the room echoed with wet, muffled cries.
He didn't stop.
He slowed only when her body slumped. When her breathing turned ragged. When her mouth slackened slightly around him.
He pulled his cock out, thick and wet, strings of spit clinging to her lips.
She gasped for air, dazed.
He stood up slowly.
His cock stood straight, twitching, heavy with need.
He flipped her over in one motion, towel falling away completely. Her legs spread on instinct, glistening, twitching from the aftershocks.
He lined himself up.
"I haven't come yet," he said softly. "And your pussy looks like it's been waiting just for me."
He rubbed the head of his cock along her swollen folds. Her eyes fluttered open. Her chest rose and fell like she was still trying to breathe.
"You ready, Madam?"
She nodded, mouth open, voice gone.
He pressed the tip in.
She moaned.
And he drove his cock in deep—straight to her cervix in one smooth thrust.
She screamed.
Her pussy clenched, gushed, and she came again instantly, hips bucking upward, eyes rolling back.
"That's it," he growled, grinding against her. "That's your womb, sweetheart. I'm inside where no one else gets."
She was babbling now, incoherent, clawing at the table beneath her.
"You feel me? Hitting so deep you'll walk sore tomorrow?"
She nodded desperately, tears at the corners of her eyes.
"This pussy," he murmured, fucking her slowly, deep and thick, "was made to take my cock. Your cunt belongs wrapped around me."
She sobbed from the overstimulation.
He leaned down, lips to her ear.
"Next, Madam Seo... I'm going to fill this womb with every last drop."