episode_0128

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“Since when did you know?”

-Squish…Squish…Squish!

After bringing Mrs. Gyuri to climax several times, Siwoo reduced the speed of his waist movements and asked Mrs. Gyuri.

“Heuh, hah, heuu… What… what is it?”

Mrs. Gyuri answers Siwoo’s question even in the midst of her mind feeling like it’s becoming faint.

“Since when did you know I wasn’t Cheoljin?!”

Siwoo asks, seemingly reproaching Mrs. Gyuri for deceiving him, with a tone of anger.

The obligation or morality to use honorifics towards Mrs. Gyuri had already disappeared.

“Is… is that important?”

Mrs. Gyuri asks in a playful tone, as if teasing Siwoo.

-Slap! Slap!

The sound of Siwoo’s palm striking bursts out without fail.

“Hah, haht!~”

Mrs. Gyuri’s moans sound a bit exaggerated.

Mrs. Gyuri seemed to be deliberately provoking Siwoo, knowing she would be hit.

Actions and speech patterns that would be unimaginable given Mrs. Gyuri’s usual personality.

“Answer properly! Gyuri, you knew from the beginning, didn’t you?!”

Siwoo speaks to his friend’s mom in informal language, as if sternly scolding her.

“N…no…heuu… I really d…didn’t know at first.”

Mrs. Gyuri is speaking in a weeping tone.

“Then?! When did you find out?”

Siwoo’s questioning, informal language, and thrusting continue as if it’s natural.

“Hah, ah, a… earlier, Siwoo, you h…hit my cheek with your thing like it was a d…ildo, right? Heu… heueuk.”

“So you knew then? But why did you pretend not to know? Were you trying to tease me?!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Siwoo raises his voice, thrusting deeply.

“Hah…a…no!… it wasn’t… I… I was still unsure then, heuk…”

Mrs. Gyuri spoke as if barely suppressing a moan, seemingly feeling wronged.

“Then?”

Siwoo speaks, slowing the speed of his waist movements to give Mrs. Gyuri a chance to explain.

“Hah… earlier in the bathroom, you w…wrote on my b…butt with your finger, right? I knew because your handwriting is d…different from Cheoljin’s.”

Mrs. Gyuri is trying to logically explain the process of how she found out Siwoo’s identity.

“But why didn’t you say anything right away?”

-Squish! Squish! Squish!

The hand gripping Mrs. Gyuri’s waist tightens again, and Siwoo’s piston-like movements speed up.

“Hah… haeu, haht… W…what was I supposed to s…say there? Heueu… Heuk… Heueung. A… anyway, Siwoo, you were tr…trying to not get caught by m…me, so you were quietly hieeut… keeping it that way, right? Haeueung, haheuk, haeueeut.”

Mrs. Gyuri was protesting to Siwoo while being subjected to Siwoo’s intense thrusting in a restrained posture.

“So you weren’t saying anything?!”

Siwoo warns again, speaking to Mrs. Gyuri as if scolding her.

“I…I was going to say something… really…! Heueung… But I thought you might be u…uncomfortable like you were back then… After making me get tied up again, heueut… you t…talked… d…did it, right? Haeue… Haeueung.”

Mrs. Gyuri’s lines were barely pieced together, interrupted by moans.

Mrs. Gyuri’s considerate heart seemed to be strangely conveyed to Siwoo.

Mrs. Gyuri seemed to be recalling the time when Siwoo slapped her butt and then kicked open the front door and ran away.

Siwoo felt a ticklish sensation near his heart and a melting feeling at Mrs. Gyuri’s kind tone and thoughtful attitude.

The moment he understood Mrs. Gyuri’s coquettish sincerity, Siwoo suddenly felt that Mrs. Gyuri was so lovely.

“Anyway, you deceived me all the same!”

But Siwoo pretends to be stubborn for no reason, as if signaling an extension of the game.

-Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Siwoo deliberately began to shake his waist a little more violently.

“Hah, haht, I…I was wro…wrong, heoteut, heueuk! Haaht!”

Mrs. Gyuri’s cries grew in proportion to Siwoo’s waist movements.

Mrs. Gyuri was trapped and had no choice but to helplessly accept Siwoo’s arbitrary thrusting.

Mrs. Gyuri vibrated her restrained body, reaching climax several times again while embracing Siwoo’s thing.

**

While having retaliatory sex with Mrs. Gyuri, the school’s lunch break had already passed.

Relentless, infinite thrusting while pacing himself.

Siwoo seemed to have become quite accustomed to controlling his climax through sex that he had trained in with his mom, Aunt Seonju, and Sister Sehee over the past few days.

After several intense orgasms, a calm lull returned.

With his thing inside Mrs. Gyuri’s body, Siwoo’s waist was moving lightly back and forth as if taking a rest.

“Have you reflected a little?”

“Hah…hah…haeu…”

Mrs. Gyuri also made short, intermittent groans, matching the pace of Siwoo’s languid thrusting.

With the loose pleasure, Siwoo gradually began to notice the surrounding objects.

The outside air and noises were still coming in as if crossing dimensions through the open front door of Cheoljin’s house.

The vaginal fluid that had flowed down Mrs. Gyuri’s thighs was soaking the sofa where Mrs. Gyuri was sitting and the living room floor below it.

Besides the dildo and vibrator that had just been used, numerous tools were scattered on the floor.

-Props such as whips and feathers-

And right next to the sofa,

The plastic bag containing the bread and strawberry milk that Siwoo had bought at the convenience store finally came into Siwoo’s sight.

“Aren’t you hungry? You haven’t had lunch yet, right? Is it okay if you don’t eat anything? I bought bread and strawberry milk for you, Gyuri…”

Siwoo asks Mrs. Gyuri while maintaining the movement of his waist.

“I’m hungry~ Heueu… I couldn’t even eat breakfast properly this morning~ While I was setting the table, Cheoljin suddenly, haht…made me…like this, you know? Heueung…”

Mrs. Gyuri says, as if complaining and pleading to Siwoo.

“Then will you eat some of the bread I bought? With the milk?”

Siwoo asks, gently stroking Mrs. Gyuri’s back as if feeling sorry for her.

“Yes, I’ll eat it~ B…but how? I’m tied up like this? C…can you feed me, Siwoo? Haeue…”

It would have been simpler to ask Siwoo to untie the handcuffs and ropes, but Mrs. Gyuri was speaking while letting out coquettish moans, as if that was not allowed by some tacit providence or rule.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything…”

Siwoo turned his body slightly to the side while being inserted into Mrs. Gyuri and reached out to pick up the convenience store plastic bag on the floor.

As Siwoo turned his body and tried to lift the plastic bag, Siwoo’s penis writhed wildly inside Mrs. Gyuri’s body.

“Haeueaht~ hahang…heuheuheung… Heueeung… haaaht!”

Mrs. Gyuri was constantly screaming, seemingly in pain from Siwoo’s thing pressing against her vaginal walls at an outlandish angle like a lever in her prone vagina that she couldn’t control at all.

“A…are you okay? Did it hurt a lot?”

Siwoo asked, seemingly worried about Mrs. Gyuri, feeling flustered.

“I’m okay…heueu…”

Mrs. Gyuri answered, shaking her head from side to side with her face buried in the sofa seat cushion.

Siwoo takes the bread out of the bag and tears open the packaging.

Then, he tears off a piece of bread, leans forward, and stretches his arm towards Mrs. Gyuri’s mouth.

“Hah…haeung…haht”

Siwoo’s weight was on Mrs. Gyuri’s body, and it seemed that the boundary between her labia and flesh rod was being stimulated.

Siwoo puts the bread into Mrs. Gyuri’s mouth, which opens with a moan.

Mrs. Gyuri took the bread into her mouth and began to chew and move it around.

Siwoo tore off pieces of bread and transferred them to Mrs. Gyuri’s mouth in that way several times.

All of Siwoo’s series of actions to feed Mrs. Gyuri were taking place from behind the tied-up Mrs. Gyuri, with Siwoo’s huge penis inserted.

Every time he leaned forward to put the bread in her mouth, Mrs. Gyuri’s moans burst out.

Mrs. Gyuri’s appearance, simultaneously satisfying her appetite and sexual desire, seemed somehow frivolous yet so alluring.

**

Siwoo looked down at Mrs. Gyuri’s unfamiliar appearance of eating bread and rubbed Mrs. Gyuri’s buttocks in his palms as if caressing them.

“But do you do this often with Cheoljin?”

“Cheo…Cheoljin? It hasn’t b…been long since I’ve done this with Cheoljin?”

“Really? But you seem quite used to it? Then have you done it a lot with your husband before?”

Siwoo subtly brought up her husband and asked, as if testing Mrs. Gyuri.

“W…well…? I think Siwoo, you seem m…more used to it than me… A…as far as dealing with older women…heueuek.”

Mrs. Gyuri’s body was shaking along, as if her vagina, which was wrapped around his penis, was contracting like it was cramping, whether she was provoking Siwoo or getting excited herself while speaking.

Mrs. Gyuri, who was receiving bread from Siwoo while saying words as if she was relaxed, in contrast to the reaction of her body, seemed so adorable and cute to Siwoo.

Siwoo eventually couldn’t stand it and pulled the pillar inside out and then began pushing it forward with all his might.

-Thwackeong! Thwackeong! Thwackeong!

Mrs. Gyuri’s buttocks, which had been off guard, were pushed by Siwoo’s pelvic strength and lifted up as if about to spill forward.

“Haeueeut! Heueup! Heueeuek!”

Mrs. Gyuri’s screams burst out as if she was surprised.

Siwoo moved his waist violently like that for a while.

Then, he suddenly realized that he had been feeding Mrs. Gyuri bread.

Siwoo stopped moving his waist, slowly pulled back, and then readjusted his posture.

“Hah…haaa…heut”

Mrs. Gyuri’s buttocks, which had been lifted along with her knees, wiggled wildly as they returned to their original position while pierced by Siwoo’s penis.

“Should I give you some strawberry milk too?”

Siwoo shamelessly offered Mrs. Gyuri strawberry milk as if nothing had happened.

“Heueo…yes… str…strawberry milk…d…don’t spill it…be…careful…heueeung…”

Mrs. Gyuri, who seemed to be half out of her mind, also tried to maintain her composure and answered Siwoo.

This time, Siwoo takes out the strawberry milk and prepares to feed it to Mrs. Gyuri.

The erotic late lunch in the afternoon continued like that.