Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

He bent and kissed it, mouth open on the lower curve of her back while his other hand took his cock, it was bigger than the nine inches she had first taken, thicker, and he dragged the head of it through her pussy from behind.

They both looked.

Her pussy was already a mess with two of his cum loads in her and her one orgasms.

Park had become really good with sex and making her come!

The lips of her pussy were shiny and open, her clit was wet with her entrance loose enough from the day that the fat head of his cock looked obscene sitting there, a thick flushed thing shining with her.

A vein stood on the top of his cock when she clenched on purpose making his stomach jump.

She watched what she could see of it over her shoulder, eyes dark, and she bit her lip not like a performance, like she was concentrating.

She reached back with both hands and spread her own ass for him. "Look at what you’re doing to me."

When he dragged himself up from that used pussy to the tight ring of her asshole, she went still, and she reached back and found his wrist and did not pull him off. She just held him, her thumb on his pulse, and she turned her head again, needing his mouth for this too.

"Slow," she said, against his lips, when he leaned in. "I want it. Just—slow first. Then you can be a beast."

Park did not speak. He nodded into the kiss.

He pressed his cock on her pussy and the ring of her pussy opened around him, clenching, fighting, then taking, and four inches of him disappeared into that tight hole on a groan he could not swallow.

Her pussy gripped his cock in a squeeze her pussy had never given him. The vein on his cock stood out harder where her ring squeezed those first four inches. Her moan went high, ugly at the edge, and her hand on his wrist tightened until it hurt. She bit his wrist. Then she kissed him through it, messy, her teeth on his lip, breathing into him like she needed the air out of his lungs.

"Ah—Park—that’s—wait, wait—" She laughed once, shaky, forehead to the couch, then turned back for him again. "No, don’t you pull out. I just—kiss me. Kiss me and then do it. Okay. Now."

He kissed her. He pulled back until only the head of him stretched her open, the ring of her clinging.

When the head popped back to her pussy entrance stayed open a second.

She reached back and touched it with two fingers, feeling what he had done to her.

Then he hammered in, hard, more of him punching into that tight entrance, and the force of it folded her deeper into the couch, her tits crushed to the backrest, nipples dragging raw on it, and the sound she made was loud enough to fill the wing.

She checked the dark windows mid-thrust, a quick teenager flick of her eyes, then laughed into the cushion. "Harder anyway."

She still flung an arm back and caught the nape of his neck, dragging his mouth to her temple, her cheek, whatever she could reach, moaning into his skin while he hammered fast, her pussy clenching around him on every stroke.

Her other hand went under herself, two of her own fingers on her clit, messy, too fast.

Park dragged one of her knees up onto the couch, opening her, and she helped him, awkward, shifting, muttering a tiny ow when her knee hit the wrong seam of the cushion, then she was laughing again, breathless, and she grabbed his hand and put it on her waist herself like, there, hold me there.

Her thigh cramped. She swore at it and did not stop. Her knee slid off the couch. He dragged her back by the hip and slammed into her pussy before she was set.

She grabbed his ass with the reaching hand and pulled him in when he tried to tease only the head at her rim.

When he pulled out of her it was only to line that bigger cock with her pussy again and drive in with no warning, beast-like; she looked down between them as much as she could, watching her pussy swallow him, wet lips stretching around the veined length, and she swore, not pretty, and then she twisted for his mouth again because looking at it had made her need his face.

"Ah—ah—Park, fuck, you’re so big, come here, I can’t see you—" She got his jaw. She kissed him.

She moaned into the kiss when he slammed home.

His balls slapped her clit on the in-stroke. "Don’t stop. I can take it. Just don’t go quiet on me. I know you don’t talk. I don’t care. Say my name. You don’t have to say anything else. Stay. Stay with me. Ah—"

"Emmeline."

That was all he gave her.

Then his mouth again, and his breath, and the wet percussion of his cock in her pussy, slap of his hips on her ass.

One of her arms stayed in the cushion while the other always came back. His hip. His wrist. His hair.

She used that reaching hand to keep him human.

He rubbed his cock through her again when he pulled out, from that stretched pussy up over the clenching red ring of her asshole and back down, and she watched the shine of herself all over him, and she nodded, small, like yes, that.

"That’s my ass. That’s yours now. Don’t get shy... Quinn can have the job. You don’t get to think about her while you’re in me."

When he buried every inch in her pussy she pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him like she was starving for that more than the thrust.

"Park—please—harder, I’ve been thinking about you all day, not just this, you, I need you, I need—"

She broke off on a moan, then found the rest of it against his mouth. "I need you to fuck me and I need you to kiss me, both."

He slapped her ass and the round of it jumped.

She pushed back onto it. He kissed her back, still silent after her name, and then he took her waist and fucked her into the couch hard and fast. She kept turning her head, kept missing and catching him, moaning ah, ah, ah into his mouth.

When she got too loud he covered her mouth with his palm. She licked it. Her fingers tore at the cushion and then softened in his hair.

Park’s head tipped forward over her spine and he came in her a third time with his mouth open on her shoulder, no words, just a groan, hips flush to that shown-off ass, filling the tight pussy he could not stop thinking about even when he was already inside it.

She kept moving on him after he came, greedy, shoving back until he hissed.

He stayed there, breathing, still in her, still quiet. She reached back blindly until she found his hand and pulled it around her, onto her tit, not to tease, just to have him. She wiped his mouth with her thumb and put that thumb in his mouth. Then she turned her head one more time and kissed him slow, lazy, wrecked, her mouth tasting like her own moans.

Night held still outside the glass.

"Hi," she whispered, like they had just arrived. Her smile was crooked. "You’re addicted. I know. Me too. Stay."

"Did that feel like waiting to you."

Park was already thinking about the next time he could have her like this, which was the problem, which was the addiction, except it was her mouth he was thinking about as much as the rest of her, and she knew that too; she kissed him again, small, and did not let his hand go.

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