Important Note: Since the earlier chapter was too long, it has been split into two. If you happen to read within the update, please skip.
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the sensual ass grind...
Rohit thought for a moment, his face straight as if weighing something."Well… usually it speeds up if the stimulation gets more intense. Something softer, maybe..."
Seo-yeon could swear his length twitched at the very mention of "stimulation" and "soft."
She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, almost in denial, convinced he was hinting at her breasts.
"That would be too fast," she reasoned nervously.
Rohit clicked his tongue."Hey, I'm not asking for anything you're not comfortable with."
She blinked. "Then…?"
Crossing his arms, Rohit replied, "Well, you don't look comfortable, and honestly it kills the mood to see you like that. How about you just turn your face away and keep the rhythm like before?"
Realization dawned on Seo-yeon—he wanted her to sit on his lap again. She wasn't naïve; she knew exactly that he wanted to feel her curves, though undoing pants was still out of the question.
Catching her wary look, Rohit quickly added, "Hey, relax. I don't mean stripping or anything. Just in case you were worried."
Seo-yeon sighed inwardly, pretending not to be bothered. "Nah. I was just thinking… if you're feeling so hot, shouldn't you take off your jacket too?"
Rohit chuckled, realizing she was right. The heat was getting to him. He slipped out of his jacket and handed it over. She neatly hung it, then glanced at him with a straight face."Shirt too?"
He caught the tease in her tone. Still, he unbuttoned his shirt, left the vest on, and handed the shirt to her.
Seo-yeon pressed her lips together, amused, before putting it back on the hanger. She enjoyed seeing the flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
Then she told him softly, "Close your eyes."
He obeyed. He heard the faint rustle of fabric, and a smirk tugged at his lips—he could already guess what she was planning, but he didn't peek.
Moments later, he felt the warmth of her bare skin. Seo-yeon, now in just her underwear, settled onto his lap, her back resting against his chest.
Her hips pressed down perfectly, trapping his length between her soft thighs. His balls brushed her inner thighs, sending a rush of heat through his body. He could feel himself stiffening, rising higher with each passing second.
"Now you can open your eyes," she said.
Rohit's eyes fluttered open, amusement lighting them as he took in the sight. She sat on him in matching pink underwear, calm yet teasing.
"I thought I might start sweating too," Seo-yeon explained in a masked tone. "So… better to be prepared."
"Good thought," Rohit murmured with a nod.
"And thanks for not peeking," she added softly. Rohit raised a brow—perhaps his restraint had shifted her mind.
Her hands slid down, wrapping gently around his shaft, her touch both tender and purposeful.
She stroked him with deliberate care, her thighs pressing together, teasing his balls with a soft caress. The sensation surged through him like an electric current, igniting his core.
Instinctively, he reached out, his hand finding her shoulder. His grip tightened slightly as he murmured, "Steady…"
She nodded faintly, her movements slowing to a deliberate, rhythmic pace.
After a quiet moment, she inched closer, her crotch brushing against his erect cock.
The warmth radiating from her was intoxicating, the thin fabric of her underwear turned out to be a teasing barrier.
Her pussy lips grazed along his length, her skilled hands coaxing him with steady strokes. Their heat mingled, a slow burn spreading from her core to his pulsing shaft.
A faint moan escaped her lips, quickly stifled as she continued grinding against his hardness. The sensation was heavenly, her faint wetness seeping through her underwear, soaking his shaft with her arousal.
Seo-yeon fought to suppress her moans, her movements steady but charged with need.
Then, as if a switch had flipped, a sudden frenzy overtook her. She seized Rohit's hand and guided it to her left breast, the skin was bare and felt warm beneath his fingers.
He froze for a moment, surprised to find it already freed, as if she'd been teasing herself in secret.
Emboldened, Rohit reached for her right breast, slipping it free from the confines of her clothing.
Her nipples stood erect, her skin soft and yielding, like silk over sponge.
He squeezed gently, his palms molding to her curves, letting her nipples catch between his fingers in a delicate pinch.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her neck, and she arched back, trembling under his touch.
Her hands gripped his hands, urging him on as her grinding intensified, skin against skin, heat building between them.
A shudder ran through her body, like uncontrollable tremor, and Rohit felt a warm rush of wetness from her core, soaking them both in her release.
Seo-yeon's voice was soft, hesitant. "M-maybe… you could grab my waist," she murmured, "and guide me up and down. It… it might feel even better, faster."
She felt exhausted.
Rohit didn't hesitate. His hands found her waist, guiding her upward with a gentle pull before easing her back down.
Her skin was smooth under his palms, her weight still light to bear. The heat of her core radiated as she ground herself against him, teasing his cock with every motion.
The soft curve of her ass cheeks, the subtle flex of her thighs, and the warmth of her arousal sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. One of her hands brushed lightly against his shaft, while the other pressed against her mouth, stifling her moans.
Her panties, now drenched, left his cock slick with her juices. The friction turned slippery, their movements punctuated by soft, rhythmic thumps.
Her occasional moans, barely contained, fueled his desire to thrust harder. Emboldened, he slid his hands to her ass cheeks, gripping firmly to guide her motion while matching her rhythm with his own thrusts.
He leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "Should I speed up?" he whispered. "I need you to stay steady."
"Do as you like," she replied softly, her voice steady despite the heat between them.
With her permission, Rohit's grip tightened.
He lifted her slightly, squeezing her ass to draw a sharp moan, then slid his hands back to her waist, holding her aloft. He bent lower, pressing himself closer, his cock sliding against the slick fabric of her panties.
At first, his movements were deliberate, teasing her inner thighs and core with slow, measured strokes. But as sweat and arousal mingled, the friction eased, and he quickened his pace, thrusting with primal intensity, like a beast consumed by heat.
Though separated by the thin barrier of fabric, he pressed into her gaps, the sensation so vivid it felt like they were truly one. He grabbed her hands, pulling her back against him as she tightened her thighs around his cock, amplifying the electric pleasure.
The washroom echoed with the soft slaps of their bodies and their unrestrained moans, her gasps mingling with his.
Her body trembled again, and Rohit steadied her as a warm rush marked her second orgasm, her breath hitching.
The familiar scent of her release filled the air. He leaned in, lips grazing her ear as he released her hands, wrapping his arms around her in a tender embrace. "Not fair," he teased softly, grinding gently against her. "You've had two already."
Seo-yeon was too breathless to answer, and she allowed herself to lean and melt into his warm embrace. All she could feel was her pussy still tingling with sensation. She let him hump slowly while she took moments to steady herself and catch her breath.
The moment carried on—until a faint tapping sound echoed through the floor. Both of them froze in panic.