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The manor was ostentatiously grand, a testament to the greed of who owned the estate. Though it was a place of pretentious snobs under the oversight of an arrogant man, you were spellbound; after all, there’s no way this asshole designed every ornate detail that pleased your eye. The polished surfaces should make you feel dispossessed, fearful of even leaving a fingerprint, but the nature of the estate holder’s vile personality left you resentful and jaded.
He is rarely seen exploring the depths of the opulent mansion while the housemaids fruitlessly bust their asses to make it spotless. They only do it for one reason: validation. He had a cocky attitude and was the spitting image of a silver fox; the perfect combo for straight women with daddy issues. But with you being more withdrawn, of course he had his eye on you specifically. Just like any other man that can’t let it be if he doesn’t own it.
Promoted to be the sole maid of his quarters left you completely alienated by the other staff. They envy your position, but knowing this man so closely offers no satisfaction, only cynicism and a nagging feeling of reluctance that festers in your mind daily.
Lucky for him, it’s the weekend. He gets to be home, sitting at his desk while you clean his office. He says he needs you wiping his windows during the afternoon so you can block the brutal sun, substituting the blinds with your silhouette. It is disgusting to think too hard about, but it was ironically your favorite part. The view was stunning, revealing an open expanse of land where his collection of prized horses roamed freely, representing a fantasy most fit for a girl trapped within overbearing walls.
His chair creaks as he leans back, basking in your shadow. “Are the other servants still giving you trouble? They can be so jealous and bitchy, hm? Hahaha!” His laughter booms through the room, echoing off a ceiling built way too high for an office. Disgustingly too baroque for the room in which he most frequently enjoyed filling with such vulgar talk.
You reluctantly chime in with unenthusiastic laughter, quickly trailing off to sigh. “Yes, actually. They treat me like I'm invisible and when they can’t pretend, they snicker amongst themselves and give me dirty looks.”
He’s silent for a moment, his good mood collapsing like a tent with its poles sticking out dangerously. “But you know you’re better than them.” His voice drops low as if his next words will have any substance. “I wouldn’t have you here if you weren’t worth more.”
You sigh again, feigning a relieved smile at him. “Right, I understand. Thank you, sir.” Turning back to swipe your towel across the surface of the window, your gaze travels down to the stables, catching sight of the stablemaster.
Your heart skips a beat, the distance doing little to make the image of her familiar figure distort. The fantasy of being amongst free spirited animals could not hold a candle to the fantasies she fueled: the possibility of having a friend. Finally, someone who wouldn’t see you as competition in some strange harem hierarchy.
“Hey. Look at me.” You obey, holding your breath to restrain another exasperated sigh when you turn again. With those icy blue eyes, he gives you a dark and serious stare, black eyebrows furrowing like they’re too heavy, arms crossed. “Tell me…what can I do to punish them?”
“N-no you don’t need to do that. I don’t actually care what they think. I just feel alone.” It feels like a confession. The loneliness is truly a problem. Sometimes, his rambling would suddenly twist like this; with him prying into your mind and forcing you to open up. You hated how it provided relief. He isolated you, making it so that he’s the one person you can talk to in the entire manor.
You huff out the breath you forgot you were holding, expression hopelessly turning wistful and vulnerable before him. Turning to the window, you almost feel tears prick your eyes as they linger on the distant figure that guides a horse into the stable.
“I see… You know you have me, right?”
“Yes! Of course!” You whip your head back to him as you hear insecurity taint in his tone. “I think I just… need to get out sometimes. I want to walk on your beautiful property; visit with your horses especially.” You expected it to work, stroke his ego then score a field trip, but he grumbles with skepticism, your heart dropping into your stomach.
“What worries me about that, is the lady who manages my stables. She’s stubborn. That bitch may know more than me about training my horses, but she’s just lucky that I value quality more than just my personal grudges.”
“Well, I can just avoid her, right?” You’ve already been doing that anyway. On breaks and moments of free-time, you visit the field to see the horses, only to leave when you see her. Fear of soiling an interaction with her and subsequently losing all hope for human connection on the manor made you completely muted to her.
“Doesn’t work like that.” His sharp eyes connect with yours again like a threat. “She finds a way to talk to the girls I keep here.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know what that means.” You hope it's what you think it means.
“I mean that she’s a lesbo.” He practically spits the last word like it’s meant to scare you and make your skin crawl in disgust, but your eyes widen, half-shock, half-excitement.
He rises from his seat, swiftly meeting you by the window, glaring down at you. “The problem I have with that… is that you’re mine. Anybody who doesn’t understand that just pisses me off.” His eyes drag down your body, breathing becoming ragged. “I need you closer.”
Dread fills your gut as he fulfills his wish before you can protest, pulling you in and pressing his hardness to your crotch. You flinch, springing back and gasping. He grunts with dissatisfaction when you retreat, briefly clenching his fist before releasing it in surrender.
“Think about it. Sun’s going down soon anyway.” He strides back to his desk with an enraged pout. “Dismissed.”
You don’t have to think twice. As you storm out and head to the servant’s quarters, the tears streaming down your face become inevitable. Pausing in the foyer, you inhale deeply, a sniffle firing in your sinus involuntarily as it follows the breath. The possible thoughts of your peers play in your mind:
“Must’ve been rejected.”
“She gets what we all want and just cries about it. How stupid is that?”
“Can’t handle all that hard work, huh?”
“How can she not handle this? Lightwork.”
Instantly opting to change course, your shoes carry you down the staircase with embarrassingly loud clicking noises. Breaching the oversized door, the vibrant greenery of the shrubs hits you like a tranquilizer. Grass crunches beneath your hurried steps as you disregard the carefully laid paths, weaving through bushes, finally meeting the fence.
You brace yourself on a post, catching your breath between sobs. The white horse you frequently encounter at the fence approaches heavy-hooved, ready to receive an apple. Her head hovers over the rail expectantly, blowing air from its snout. Bringing a shaky hand to the side of her face, you brush it against the soft hide, coaxing a soft sigh from the animal. You find yourself sighing alongside her, and the picturesque scenery finally registers.
The sun was nearing the horizon, its light painting the sky orange and casting golden highlights upon every tree and flower it touched. Your shoulders sag, forehead dropping onto the horse’s in relief. For a moment, the mare is still, frozen by either confusion or reverence. Before you can read into it, muscles ripple beneath its pelt, the creature pulling away to pursue a different objective. Your eyes follow the horse as it walks further down the fenceline.
Saints save me, there she is. Now of all times.
She held her hand to the horse bearing an apple. When the horse took it with a juicy crushing noise, she put her thumbs in her jean pockets and strode closer, head tipped sideways inquisitively.
“I always see you over here, but you get away.” When she’s close enough, her eyebrows raise at the wet streaks on your face. “Not happy to see me? Why are you crying?”
“No, not at all! I’m sorry, it’s just…” your eyes drift back to the pasture in a moment of contemplation. “A hard day at work.”
“Must have those days often. You work over here, right? The owner’s wing can’t be easy—I know how he is.” Her voice is a tender caress of consolation.
Swooning, your expression immediately softens, gaze meeting hers. She smiles even with her eyes in a way the master never could, carrying with it a sense of empathy you haven’t seen in many moons.
“Exactly!” You exclaim, smearing the tears from your cheeks. “He’s very annoying and never stops rambling. To make things worse, it feels like the other maids do nothing but worship him.”
“Close enough to hear those stupid rants, huh? You must be the girl that’s always wiping the huge windows in his office.” She leans with her elbow on the board next to you, attracting the horse again.
“Yes! He has me cleaning them for ages.” Your tone shifts back to melancholy by the end of your sentence as you recall the cleaning process and disturbing confrontation.
Without an ounce of thought, your hand drifts over to the horse’s head again with repetitive petting motions upon its soothing fur. Her eyes flit from you to the horse, returning with a glint of inspiration. “You wanna try riding her?”
“Um, I’ve never ridden a horse, so I’m not quite sure.”
“Well, I’m sure you want to.” She states it so matter-of-factly that you blush. To be read with such confidence leaves you anxious, but… more notably, you feel recognized for even your most guarded desires. “C’mon, you know you deserve it,” she says with a smirk.
“Ah… fine you’re right.” You sigh, smiling. “I really do deserve it.”
She nods and wordlessly leads the way. The smell of hay and manure only intensifies as you near the stables. You follow at her heel, tracking every endearing movement she made until you make it to the door of the tack room.
“Alright, just give me a moment while I get the riding gear.” She disappears into the room of dust and leather, leaving you to notice the sound of footsteps from behind. Alert, you turn around to see that they aren’t feet, but distant hoof-steps. The white mare approaches lazily, but you’re awestruck by her tentativeness.
“Awwww, she really followed us all the way over here!” Your voice pitches up with glee.
A chuckle comes from inside, followed by the clinking sound of fastenings. She emerges with a saddle draped over her shoulder, clutching the harness in her other arm.
“Winter has made herself my favorite for sure.” She heaves the saddle pad onto the curve of the horse’s back.
“Perfect name…So what’s yours then?”
“Oh, mine is Minjeong. Sorry—I figured you’d be more curious about her name.” As she fastens the harness, she gives you a stupid smirk; cocky and showing off teeth.
“Not true. I’ve been wondering what your name is too.” You state, clicking your tongue at her artificial drama.
“Really?” When she finishes securing the girth strap, Minjeong saunters over to you, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. “For how long?”
“A while.” Your body heats up under the pressure.
“Since when?”
“S-since seeing you from the window, I guess.” Stuttering at the sudden directness, your eyes dart to distract themselves on Winter, who snorts with impatience.
“I have as well.” Minjeong’s smile softens with great contrast to the confrontational tone, confessing her own interest as she inquires about your name. Put at ease, you reveal yourself.
“Beautiful. How about I show you the easiest part?” Minjeong takes your hand into hers, leading you to the horse. “Show me how you would mount her.”
Groaning with skepticism, you grip the horn of the saddle, cantle in your left hand. On the third attempt to heave yourself onto the seat, her hands grip your waist, hoisting you up so you can mount. You squeak in an unseemly manner at Minjeong’s firm touch, leaving you dazed on the swaying horse. She grabs your thigh, immediately making you tense up.
“Try to stay flexed down here, when the horse moves you don’t wanna just slide off.” Minjeong casually drags her fingers down your thigh, all the way down to the reins, guiding the horse on foot.
Such an insane tease.
“Stay steady and hold onto that horn.” She commands over her shoulder. Listening tentatively, you obey the advice she gives you. Minjeong provides commentary as she leads you to the gate like she’s preparing you for something.
“Think you're ready to go further?” She challenges as she fiddles with the lock on the gate, guiding Winter through before locking it behind her with responsible care. Anxiety crawls up your spine.
“Certainly not! I’m only—“
“Not alone, love.” Giggling, she gestures for you to scoot back, pulling herself up by the horn with impressive ease before you can offer assistance. As she fills the seat, your chest is forced flush against her back, a hand flying to her shoulder as you lose balance.
Minjeong looks at you from over her shoulder with a raised brow and lidded eyes. “Going anywhere fast tomorrow morning?”
“No.” You blurt impulsively, mind filled with nothing but dirty thoughts at the scent of her hair, voice carrying with it a warm breath upon her neck.
“Good,” she hums, low and seductively. “You'll probably be tired after the ride, but I have a private place of rest out there.” The air from your lungs gets caught tight in your throat as she grabs your wrists, wrapping them around her waist. “Hold on tight.”
You obey, fighting in vain to fight the shyness. “Gunna need to be tighter than that, baby—you’ll see.”
With a click of her tongue, she beckons Winter to drum the earth with her hooves. Minjeong snaps the reins, the white steed picking up the pace to gallop across the open field. She was right; you’re tight now, snugly pressed up on her back, body bouncing on the saddle as you cling to her midsection.
You realize that she is keeping her own body steady with her feet on the stirrups, leaving you, the secondary rider, to helplessly rock into her. Your inner thighs strain to stabilize as even your fingers start flexing. Minjeong’s abs tense under your fingertips when she chuckles.
Suddenly, arousal shoots through your core. You’re wet, repetitive impact on the saddle making you whimper on her neck. You just want to slide your hands under her shirt and feel her strong abs, eventually creeping up to fondle her breasts. There's no way you can work up that courage, but the shame doesn’t prevent the instinctual reaction from your body; core tightening. All you can think about is those sweet, sultry words before she took off.
“Be tighter than that, baby.”
You’re panting and praying the sound of thundering hooves smothers the sound, but your mouth must be way too close to her. She has to know what she’s doing. Throbbing deep inside, at this point you can’t help but grip harder. Your back arches slightly into the perfect pose for your aching clit to get battered. That’s when you realize:
I’m masturbating right next to her.
“You’re so tight right now, good girl.” Her voice is low, but projecting just enough for you to hear through the wind whooshing in your ears.
Then it hits you. A moan escapes and your body shakes viciously against her as you cum. In that heated moment, you can’t stop your hands from sliding up near Minjeong’s chest, eliciting a shiver from her. With perfect timing, Winter slows as she nears the trees, Minjeong lowering onto the saddle.
“Was it too much?” She turns to look at you with those sympathetic eyes, resting her palm on your knee, stroking up and down your thigh, hiking your dress up further—as if that would ease your quivering.
“It was a little fast, but I’m fine.” You say between breaths, the sweat on your forehead glistening back at her to betray your words.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slower now.” She rubs her thumb on your knee before returning her focus to a dirt path that leads into woods. You slump onto her, nestling your cheek on her warm back.
Still recovering from a full body rush of ecstasy and adrenaline, you feel the sleepiness creep in. As opposed to interrogative conversation, the air is filled with the sound of leaves rustling and the repetitive clopping of hooves. Your eyes flutter shut and maybe ten minutes drift past unnoticed until you're jolted out of the daze by Minjeong steering the horse off the trail, following a path carved by desire rather than gravel. It’s bumpier, but you know by now that Minjeong doesn’t mind you gripping her waist.
“We’re close now,” she says in a soothing tone, “then you can finally rest; I’ll feed you too.”
“Thank you so much.” You hum, nuzzling against her back.
In just a few moments, you meet the cabin. Like a secret in the woods, it sits humble, ivy creeping up its walls. “Not to brag, but I built most of this. I found it in ruins, so nobody really knows about it.”
“Wow… that’s amazing.” Your admiration for her grows more and more by the minute.
Minjeong hops off the horse with grace and extends her arms out, holding onto you as you slip off. Having been on the horse for what felt like ages, you stumble on shaky legs.
“Oh gosh, I almost forgot—you aren't used to this.” Her voice is tinted with worry as she helps you to a creaky chair on the porch, the wood weathered to a silvery grey. “Wait here a moment. I’m going to take Winter to the stall.”
When she returns, Minjeong takes you directly to the couch inside, treating you like some dainty princess to the extent you have to stifle a goofy grin.
“I’ll heat up some soup. Be right back.” She quickly strides away, seating her hat on a rack by the door before disappearing into the kitchen.
Leaning back with a sigh, your eyes travel around the room. Despite its shack-like appearance, the inside is well kept and clean, decorated with restored vintage upholstery and trinkets. The couch is covered by a blanket—probably to hide any holes or tears—so you opt for the plush, soft throw that hid an alluring pillow. As your sore body rests horizontal on the couch, you quickly slip into a shallow slumber. Feeling a gentle nudge, your eyes flutter open to behold a steaming bowl.
“Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, but I thought you might be needing this.” The bowl warms your palms as you take it. You thank her and she smiles tenderly at you, taking a seat next to you as you sit up.
After some jabbering between slurps about its savory flavor, you both silently decimate your portions. Soon enough, the room is now dimly lit by kerosene lamps as the sun dips beneath the horizon.
“Mmm, thank you—again. I can’t thank you enough for taking me all the way out here and treating me to this.”
“Of course, love.” She rests her arm alongside the couch behind your head. “Like I said, you looked like you needed it… so, tell me: why were you crying?”
“Ah, yea…” You set the bowl down on the coffee table. “Basically, the master wanted me to do more. Sexually.” You peer over at her, sheepishly, as if you did something wrong.
Minjeong looks at you with deep sadness, the arm behind you traveling to caress your upper-arm. “I’m so sorry. How did you respond?”
“I just left. He let me leave, at least. It’s stupid, but I feel betrayed. I just wanted this promotion to be a result of my hard work, but I should’ve known better.” You sigh. “Especially with the way that he is.”
“Well, don’t worry about that now. You can feel safe here as long as you need.” At her soothing words, you rest your head on her shoulder, releasing yet another sigh. “In fact, you should probably rest for the night, hm?”
“Yeah…” you mumble.
“I only have one bed and it’s a twin, so I can take the couch.” Minjeong offers.
“No, no, I don’t want to be alone,” you plead. “I’ve felt so lonely lately and… you’re the first person here to actually listen to me. I mean, not that I would manage to stay awake much longer, though. I could also take the couch if you want your bed—“
“Hey, It's okay. Of course I can sleep with you tonight.” She chuckles softly and you thank her again like clockwork. After leading you to the bedroom, she hands you some clothes, leaving you alone to change so she can go lock the door and put out the lights.
“Comfy?” Minjeong inquires as she closes the door gently behind her. You were already laying down, weighed down heavily with fatigue and yawning just to prepare yourself for responding. “Nevermind.”
“Yes, I’m very comfy.” You cover your eyes with your forearm out of embarrassment.
“Stay like that and don't look—I need to change too.” Minjeong says before you hear a drawer slide open.
For some reason, you don’t trust yourself to not look, so you turn onto your side to face the wall. You hear her shuffle for a few moments then you feel a hand pat your shoulder. Unshielding your eyes, you look back up at her to see Minjeong’s tender expression slightly illuminated by the moonlight streaming in from the window. Her gaze emanates a quiet affection that you don’t have the courage to acknowledge.
“Can you scoot for me, love?” She asks softly, breaking you from the trance.
“Oh—yes, of course.”
As you both shuffle into place beneath the covers, her arm comes to rest across your body and you instinctively tense. At your reaction, Minjeong lifts her arm to a hover.
“Is this… okay? Sorry, I wasn't thinking.” In reverence of the night, her voice is barely more than a whisper.
“Yes… it’s just that nobody’s ever held me like this before.” You whisper back.
“I see.” Her arm lies back onto you, but you still sense nervousness in the touch.
“But it’s okay, I like it.” You delicately pull her forearm closer.
A breath from her nose brushes the back of your head as she relaxes. With that, silence soon settles over you both, her warm embrace lulling you to sleep. Of course, your bodies would not retain this position for the entire night.
You awaken to find your legs tangled in hers, an arm wrapped around her waist, your face nuzzled against her chest, and shame barging into your mind. Despite the embarrassment, you can’t pull away. If it happened so naturally, how could you?
Minjeong isn’t having much restraint either; her arms hold your head like it’s her treasured stuffed toy. When you look up at her peaceful sleeping face, she stirs awake, eyes flitting open and slowly focusing on yours. You swear she turns a bit pink at the sight of you, but she just smiles and greets you.
“Good morning,” she purrs.
“Morning,” you reply, scooching up to be at eye level .
“You’re not going anywhere fast today, right?” Minjeong asks.
“…Not anymore.”
“Mmm, good.” She says.
“Are you?” You ask.
“I need to return around noon.” Her voice was apologetic. You instinctively pout and she sniffles with brief laughter.
“Then can we stay like this a while longer?” You look at her with pleading eyes, but when she answers affirmatively, you can't seem to stop begging with your gaze as it falls to her lips.
There’s nothing to hide the movement of your eyes and her tongue slides across her lips in anticipation. You inhale sharply, eyes darting back up to hers; Minjeong’s stare back into yours with an intensity you’ve only seen slim glimmers of prior. Your hand on her waist twitches anxiously and moves upward; her hand travels to your face, tucking hair behind your ear..
At her touch, you inch forward and hear her breath hitch. That’s when you know—there is no more use in hesitating. Minjeong exhales when you finally kiss her, cupping your face in her hand. Her lips are supple between yours, every movement a sweet reward that leaves you wanting more. In a matter of seconds, she starts to deepen the kiss, coaxing your mouth to open as her tongue hungrily joins with yours.
Your breathing quickens, hands daring to slide beneath her shirt, softly whimpering and shifting your hips as her thigh pushes up further between your legs. The formerly gentle hand at your face quickly travels down to your antsy hips to forcefully push them down onto her thigh. You break from the kiss to gasp and Minjeong watches eagerly as you squirm before taking the exposed skin of your neck into her mouth, sucking kisses that dangerously border on hickies. Now rutting against her thigh without assistance, she tickles your neck with a low laugh.
“You want this bad, don’t you?” Minjeong murmurs huskily.
At her words, you nod frantically, hands sliding up her shirt as if to beg for more. She grunts and relieves the pressure between your legs just so she can tug your bottoms down. When the bottoms get lost in the covers, her digits explore your folds, the slick sounds hitting your ears immediately.
“God, you’re so wet…” she groans breathily.
You press your fingernails into her skin and whimper, hips twitching into her touch. Minjeong grunts and throws off the covers, pushing up your shirt to expose you further. You discard the shirt and urge her to do the same. In a heated frenzy, the clothes are lost across the room, Minjeong aligning her cunt with yours as she throws your leg over her shoulder.
Starting slow, her heat slides against yours, the slickness oozing all over your inner thighs. As she finds the point where your clits clash, she moans, the sound alone making your pussy clench. Minjeong’s hips jerk, making you throw your head back despite the stunning view of her abs. You moan as she starts relentlessly humping your wet sex, her firm fingers gripping your thigh to keep it in place as she fucks you.
With her free hand, she palms your breast, kneading it until your nipple hardens to a peak and you’re writhing from the stimulation. Your hips buck into hers as your climax approaches and every ragged moan from her lips gives away how close she is too. Minjeong presses her hips hard against yours and they still, her eyes squeezing shut, head dropping to lean on your leg as a cracked noise erupts from her vocal chords.
“Shit, I’m cumming,” she cries out as her body shakes, the waves of her orgasm sending her hips gyrating onto yours, pushing you over the edge as well. Wrecked sobs that blend with hers spill from your mouth, meshing with the wet smacking sounds of your slick mixing.
As your bodies calm, Minjeong rises to her knees, pussies still connected by clear threads of sticky cum, leaning forward to kiss you. It's slow, like the first one, but with a scorching heat that can only exist after you’ve cum together. The kiss makes your mouth practically melt against her swollen lips, her tongue tangling and teasing another round.
You jolt as you feel her slender fingers return to your sensitive pussy, a digit circling your clit. Whimpering at the sudden contact, you depart from her mouth, turning your head to the side and scrunching your brows.
“M-more already?” You ask, voice wavering with uncertainty.
“Mmhmm. Just think about how much you’ll miss me later, love.” She purrs.
You look up at her smug expression as your skepticism ebbs away, her hair forming a curtain around you. “Okay—Ahh!”
She stops circling and rubs directly on the bundle of nerves, making you tremble beneath her. Taking her sweet time to watch you wriggle and twitch, she tortures your clit until your moans turn to begs. After Minjeong is finally pleased with your level of enthusiasm, she inserts a finger. The long awaited penetration makes the moan slip out like a breath you’d been holding too long and your head tilts back. Your shaky fingers wrap around her wrist as you hook your other arm under hers, pulling Minjeong closer until her nose is in your collarbone.
“Aww, you like me inside you, baby? You’re so soaked. I know you want more.” She mutters against your neck before sliding in another digit.
You moan breathily as her fingers start moving faster, every pass through your walls making you clench around them and raise your hips when her knuckles press against your entrance. The bobbing of your hips only intensifies when Minjeongs fingers curl into the soft, spongy spot that stutters your breathing when pressed. Her thumb swipes side to side on your clit, forcing your hips to quiver helplessly in the air, muscles straining to keep up with the stimuli.
Minjeong pants with arousal as she watches you, reaping the rewards of every reaction by virtue of her skillful deliberation. Every spasm—hers; every whimper—hers; every orgasm that ripples through your body—hers alone.
Your pussy coils around her commanding fingers as they stir up a climax inside of you. You twist toward her, catching her mouth when it hits. They crash into yours, softened by their plumpness and sharpened by the bite of her teeth on your bottom lip. When you can’t hold it in your tensed core any longer, a moan bursts out of the kiss, your hand fisting her hair.
Minjeong’s forehead rests on yours when you let go of her hair, her breathing coming fast and mixing with yours as you come down from the high she gave you. She drags her fingers out with a wet smacking noise and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. Then, using that slick hand, she holds your waist, moving onto kissing your neck. As she moves lower and lower with the kisses, you can't help but chuckle at her persistence.
“I won’t be the kind of master you want to run away from. Try complaining about this—I dare you.”
From anyone else, you’d be skeptical at those words, but with her saying that from between your legs after making you cum, you believe every utterance. You huff with arousal, hips rising to meet her glossy lips, but she pulls away just in time to leave you groaning in betrayal.
“How about you show me what you’ve learned about riding from yesterday, love?” She challenges, looming over you from her knees with hands on her hips.
“N-now?”
“Yes, you’ll act like my face is the saddle. How’s that sound, baby?” Minjeong offers, voice velvety.
You pause, the sensations of yesterday echoing in your body like a ghost. “Do you think I want to cum on a saddle of all things?”
“A bit.” She says with a smirk.
“Pffft. Even if I did want to, I would only be thinking of your face the whole time.”
“So what are you waiting for?” She jabs.
“For you to lay down instead of looking at me like I'm a piece of meat.” You snark.
Minjeong just laughs, crawling into position; you getting on top. When you look down between your legs, her hungry gaze rakes up your body. You throb and her eyes focus on your hole.
“Mmm, god, look at it squeezing for me.” She sighs in arousal, fingers prodding at your pulsing slit.
“Ahh—please, I can’t last long up here; my thighs are still sore.”
“Then sit.” Minjeong removes her fingers from the scene, pulling down on your hips.
Still afraid of sitting on teeth or hurting her, you remain tense until she wraps her plump lips around your clit, flicking her tongue and ripping off your restraint. You moan and the bed creaks as your thighs relax.
She hums in satisfaction, rewarding you with firm swipes of her tongue up your slit. Everytime her tongue hits your bud on the way up, your hips buck on her face, seeking more friction to your favorite spot.
“P-please, on my clit please.” You beg, chasing her tongue with each trace and a hand on her head, but she stops you with firm hands to your hips. You whimper in frustration, nails digging into her scalp, but she acts unfazed, instead shoving her tongue into your pussy.
Your back arches, instinctively widening your legs and grinding down on her face. Minjeong, having savored enough submission from you, mashes her thumb on your clit, making your moans turn to cries as she forces your hips to jerk and drip arousal down her chin. Thrusting into her torturous thumb and dropping onto her tongue leaves you feverishly riding her face, lost of all former inhibitions found on the last ride. The pleasure peaks as her tongue becomes ravenous, swirling in all directions to taste your walls.
“I-I’m cumming!” You cry out as you fall forward, a hand slapping to the wall. Minjeong’s free hand grips your ass, only releasing to spank and fondle it as the orgasm ripples through your body. You convulse on her tongue rhythmically as her thumb repeatedly strums your clit.
After your hips rock one final time, you bat her hand away from your abused clit, shakily rising off her face with an obscenely wet sound. You flop down next to her, chest rising and falling, eyelids fluttering shut.
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone now.” She says flatly.
“No… it…” You nearly lose your thoughts. “…it’s okay… don’t leave yet…” You slur your words like you’re drunk.
“I won’t—it’s only 8:30.” She states with a giggle.
“Don’t wanna… fall asleep… again…” you mumble.
“Stop worrying, I’ll get you up in an hour.”
Eyes still closed, you sigh in relief. Minjeong chuckles softly and nuzzles up to you, arm around your chest, and her head in the crook of your neck. You coo softly, leaning your head against hers. Just like that, your mind goes blank.