Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

"This morning I came to wake you up, and you looked at me." Her voice caught. "Not the way you used to look at me. The way you looked at me today was so different as if you wanted nothing but to kiss me and do all the bad thing you could possibly think of. Your eyes went all over me and they were — greedy, Park. You were greedy; and you had never in your life looked at me like that before."

Oh, gods.

She’d seen every single second of it when he been running a very shamelessly vivid imagination of his and her — all of it — and he’d sat there believing he was being subtle, believing he’d gotten away with it, congratulating himself on getting his eyes back up to face level in time.

She had clocked the whole thing and said nothing and let him think he’d been careful.

"I’m not that oblivious sometimes," Emmeline said, and there was something almost like a laugh buried in the wet of it. "I saw. I saw exactly what you were doing, and I should have covered up, and instead I—"

Her breath shook against his neck.

"I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t, Park. I just wanted you to keep looking, so I stayed like that, and then I undressed in front of you and I knew what I was—"

Park pulled her off his neck.

Both hands locked around her waist and he lifted her clean off the floor in one smooth, desperate motion. Emmeline made a small startled sound that turned into something softer — almost a moan — the second her legs wound tight around his hips, ankles locking behind his back.

The soft warmth of her settled fully against him.

And then Park felt her warm and bare thighs — bare under the thin fabric of her dress — gripped his sides with a heat that went straight to his head. Soft. Strong.

The insides of her thighs were fever-hot when they pressed against his hips, and every small shift made that heat drag over him. Her chest crushed flush against his. The soft, full weight of her breasts spread against him with every shallow breath she took. She had no bra. He realized it in the same dizzy second the rest of it hit him; he’d almost

There was nothing between them but the thin layers of their clothes, and even those felt like a bad joke.

Emmeline’s nipples were already like tight little peaks dragged against his chest through the fabric every time either of them moved, two hard little points that scraped and caught and made his pulse slam in his throat.

Fuck.

For one long, spinning second all Park could do was stand there holding her, feeling how hot her thighs were and the soft press of her tits and the way her nipples kept catching against him, and try not to lose his mind completely.

He kissed her instead:

Hard with no hesitation or careful testing.

Giving in to the pure, hungry lust pressure as his mouth claimed hers.

Their lips crashed together, clumsy and frantic, all teeth and breath and wet.

Emmeline gasped into the kiss and answered with equal force, arms wrapping tighter around his neck, fingers burying themselves in his hair and pulling. Their mouths opened at the same time. Tongues met in a messy, amateur battle — sliding, stroking, pushing, neither of them knowing exactly what they were doing and neither of them caring.

The wet sound of it filled the space between them.

Park could taste the salt of the tears still drying on her cheeks.

He could feel every small, restless movement of her body as she clung to him — the soft give of her thighs squeezing his hips, the way her breasts dragged against his chest with every shift, her nipples still poking him through the fabric like they were trying to burn their shape into his skin.

He walked them backward until her back met the wall, never breaking the kiss, never letting her down.

One hand stayed locked under her thigh, holding her up, fingers sinking into the soft flesh there. The other started wandering without him really deciding to, sliding higher along her side, clumsy and greedy, feeling the curve of her waist, then the underside of her breast, how hot her skin was through the thin dress.

Emmeline moaned softly against his tongue — a raw, needy little sound — and the noise went straight through him.

Their mouths kept fighting for more. Lips sliding, tongues tangled, breath coming hard and uneven between each messy press of mouths. Every time one of them tried to pull back even a fraction for air, the other chased, catching their lips again, deeper, wetter, hungrier.

Park’s supporting hand moved lower on its own, almost without him noticing at first. His fingers slid under the soft curve of her ass, just trying to hold her up better against the wall. He wasn’t really thinking about it — his hand just went there, clumsy and careful at the same time, like he was still figuring out how much of her he was allowed to touch.

The thin dress and the little panties underneath did almost nothing to stop him from feeling how soft she was; they might as well not have been there.

His palm met the soft, heavy shape of her through the fabric, and the second his fingers spread he felt the full, plush give of her ass to the distinct lines of her panties; a thin, thong delicate, doing almost nothing.

The edges of the lace dug into his skin a little as his hand settled on her ass and under those thin panties he could feel how hot and bare her ass and her skin really was — smooth skin, soft, and almost completely uncovered.

The panties were so small and useless they barely hid anything.

The soft, full weight of her ass filled his whole hand, hot and thick and heavy, spilling over his fingers. The dress and those tiny panties felt like they weren’t even there. Just her bare ass in his grip — soft, fat, and completely his to squeeze.

His fingers sank in.

’Fuck... so so soft and firm.’

His sister’s ass was so soft and firm too, the feeling of her like this that made his brain short-circuit.

Her ass yielded under his hand, full and warm, and before he could stop himself he squeezed — hard, pure instinct — and his fingers sank even deeper, grabbing a whole handful of her. He could feel the shape of her completely through the thin panties, the way her soft cheeks spilled between his fingers.

The dress wrinkled under Park’s palm making the lace edges of her panties dug into his fingers now as he sneaked his hand past the thong to feel her real ass with no defense around. And underneath it all, all Park could think about was just her bare ass — hot, soft, thick, and sitting heavy in his hand like it belonged there.

When he squeezed again, her ass gave in right away — soft and thick, the flesh sinking under his fingers with a quiet, wet little shift, her skin and fat yielded around his fingers like it was made to be grabbed and he could feel the full, soft weight of her cheek spreading out in his grip.

He squeezed again.

*squish*

Emmeline broke the kiss with a sharp, shaky moan right against his mouth.

"Little brother~"

The words came out broken and breathless, and the second they left her the rest of her body reacted on pure instinct. Her hips rolled forward against him, slow and needy, grinding that soft place between her thighs right onto him.

The movement was small but unconscious and desperate reaction that made Park’s entire body go tight.

He felt the pressure of her through both layers of thin fabric, the way she dragged her pussy against him, rubbing herself on him like she was trying to get closer than the clothes would let her.

He kissed her again, harder this time, swallowing the next little moan she tried to make, while his hand stayed right where it was — fingers still buried deep in the soft, thick give of her ass, feeling every line of those useless little panties and all the hot bare skin underneath over his hand on her bare ass — and felt her roll against him one more time like she couldn’t help it.

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