My Beautiful Wife – NTR

Holding the towel, Jihoon slowly shifted his body upward.

Finally, his head was level with Yumi’s, his hips aligned with her ass…

and his massive, thick penis… level with her soft, little pussy…

Jihoon shifted his hips inch by inch, his massive cock steadily closing in on Yumi’s pussy.

At this moment, Jihoon was tense to the extreme.

What came next was the main event of lovemaking, the true act of sexual intercourse.

Yumi seemed to sense something too, though she couldn’t see and thus couldn’t be certain.

When Jihoon’s glans pressed against her vaginal opening, Yumi finally realized what he was about to do.

The shape and texture of the glans was entirely different from that of a tongue. The tongue was soft and wet, but while this thing was also wet, it was incredibly hard.

Furthermore, the hot breath from Jihoon continuously washed over the back of her neck.

No matter how dense Yumi was, she knew exactly what was pressing against her entrance.

“Whoosh…”

Yumi’s eyes snapped open, a faint glint of ferocity flashing within them.

A thread of resolve hardened in her gaze.

Undoubtedly, Jihoon’s attempt to thrust his penis into her and take her virginity had crossed her final boundary.

It was evident that if he pushed that penis forward even a little bit—even just half a centimeter—Yumi would take action.

Looking at her expression, she clearly didn’t care about the consequences anymore.

Behind her, Jihoon was in the same boat.

He had pressed his glans against her vaginal opening, feeling the softness and warmth of her pussy lips.

Yet his face remained contorted, a constant battle of struggle and conflict flickering across his features.

His gaze fixed on the point where his penis met her pussy, wrestling with himself.

The situation couldn’t be clearer. If Jihoon thrust inside her now, given his massive size, Yumi would definitely be jolted awake.

What then? What would he have to face?

He was still a child, incapable of anticipating an adult’s thoughts or emotions.

So there he stood, his glans pressed against her vaginal opening, frozen in indecision.

Finally, Jihoon let out a sigh. His hips didn’t thrust forward.

Yes, he gave up.

Penetrating Yumi without her noticing was impossible.

In that final moment, his last shred of reason made him pull back.

Hearing the distinct sigh behind her, Yumi sensed what had happened.

She too let out a quiet, silent sigh.

Unless absolutely necessary, Yumi didn’t want to ruin her relationship with the precious son she’d fought so hard to have.

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But Jihoon wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

Though he couldn’t penetrate her with his penis, he could still do other things.

He pulled his penis back, then wiped his index finger over his glans, gathering some of the slippery pre-cum.

Then, using that coated finger, he slowly slipped it into Yumi’s vagina.

The finger was quite thin, yet the sudden intrusion made her eyes snap open.

But once she recognized what was entering her body, her heart relaxed again.

They had already gone as far as kissing it; she didn’t mind letting him touch and finger her with one digit. 

All Yumi wanted now was for this night to end quickly.

What she didn’t know was that the finger Jihoon had inserted into her body was coated with pre-cum secreted from his glans.

Jihoon wanted to use his finger as a substitute for his penis. Aside from the flesh being different, the substance coating it was exactly the same.

Jihoon’s finger pumped gently in Yumi’s vagina. He didn’t dare make his movements too vigorous.

Yumi’s brow twitched occasionally.

Though not as satisfying as a penis, the finger still offered some comfort to Yumi, who was in the throes of intense sexual desire.

Moreover, this finger belonged to her adopted son, making it more pleasurable than masturbating herself.

Meanwhile, Jihoon placed a towel beneath his own penis.

As he continuously pumped one finger in and out of Yumi’s vagina, his other hand rapidly stroked his own shaft.

This was the first time I had ever seen Jihoon masturbate.

He was already teetering on the edge of climax, and he was still a virgin.

Had he thrust into Yumi’s pussy earlier, he likely would have erupted after just a few strokes.

So, after only a few pumps of his hand, he was on the verge of ejaculating.

The moment he was about to cum, he pulled his finger out of Yumi’s vagina, grabbed the towel with both hands and wrapped it around his penis.

All his semen shot into the towel.

His huge, dark scrotum and testicles contracted repeatedly, firing at least seven or eight thick spurts.

If Jihoon truly had never masturbated before, this semen would undoubtedly be his virgin essence.

The moment Jihoon’s finger left her vagina, Yumi felt a wave of relief, yet also a trace of reluctance.

Her desire seemed suspended in limbo—neither fully ignited nor extinguished—and this conflicting state left her profoundly unsettled.

Yet her tension didn’t ease in the slightest; she had no idea what Jihoon would do next, whether he’d abandoned his plan to fuck her.

Half a minute later, Jihoon finally finished shooting the first virgin load of his life.

He pulled the towel away from his glans.

the center of the towel lay a pool of white semen…thick and copious.

Perhaps because it was a load built up over a long time, the sperm count and vitality within it had to be incredibly high.

Jihoon stared at his virgin cum, looking deeply reluctant.

Some men experience this psychological pattern: filled with curiosity before masturbation, yet consumed by regret after climax, lamenting why their first time was ruined by their own hands, wasting their virgin semen.

At that moment, I recalled a Western saying: God punishes those who spill their seed upon the ground.

Right, I finally understood why Jihoon never masturbated—because many Africans and Westerners followed this proverb.

Yet Jihoon had broken it because he simply couldn’t endure the urge anymore.

Now, clutching the towel, he cradled the thick semen that refused to seep through the fabric.

Regret flashed across his face again and again.

But what could he do? The semen was already out.

Was he just going to hold it like this forever? He couldn’t let it spill on the floor, nor could he flush it down the drain.

What should he do? Jihoon held his semen, lost in deep thought…

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