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"Hmm, you said it was somewhere around here..."
Cheong Myeong pushes her fingers further, feeling something on the wall of his intestine.
"NOONA! NOONA! WE CAN JUST TALK!" Tang Bo screams, his heart pounding, his ass now being explored by the other's fingers.
The whole situation has already caused his shameful erection to begin to press against the other's knees.
"Tch. Don't fiddle," a heavy hand presses him between his shoulder blades.
"NOONA, WE HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ON A DATE YET! NOONA, LISTEN TO ME! NOONA!" Tang Bo screams, sensing that his crazy noona is about to find it.
A phantom pleasure surges through his body as he tries to reason with this crazy woman. They're almost in an open field! In a gazebo! On Tang's territory! What if someone catches them? And she hasn't even washed her hands! And he hasn't even had time to give himself an enema!
"We drink together all the time, how is that not dating?" Cheong Myeong counters, hitting his prostate with the mercilessness of an executioner.
Tang Bo whines, covering his mouth with his hand, and turns away from the other's expression. A demoness. She doesn't even look embarrassed. Like a child who's found a new toy, while Tang Bo himself seems about to burn with embarrassment, especially when a second finger joins the first. Cheong Myeong spreads her thighs, allowing his cock to slip between them, and they close again. Once again, Tang Bo thanks every god he knows that his noona decided it was too hot and sat without pants, just like he had been until recently. They would have undressed completely, but at least for the sake of passersbys they had to maintain a semblance of decency.
And what did this lead them to?
Tang Bo groans, biting his fingers as they settle into a rhythm too fast for him to not get caught up in what's happening and forget all his worries. His pelvis thrusts against the other's muscular thighs, so comfortably encircling his cock. A new wave of pleasure.
He feels like he's going crazy.
"Noona," he breathes, barely removing his fingers from his mouth, blinking back tears of pleasure. "Noona, I'm going to..."
"I know," she replies, picking up the pace.
Tang Bo continues thrusting into the other's hips, enjoying the flow of bliss from the other's fingers as they tighten ever more, until they become almost like steel, betraying the other's excitement.
He cums with a quiet sob and sprawls on the bench where he'd been burying his face.
Cheong Myeong pulls her fingers out with a satisfied smile.
Not happy for long.
"Ugh, it smells like shit," she winces, looking at her fingers.