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The late afternoon sun bathed the Seoul neighborhood in a soft glow, reflecting off the high-rise buildings and casting long shadows over the quieter streets. Taehyung walked gracefully along the pavement, eyes scanning the modest houses in this suburban area. His outfit caught the attention of anyone passing by—a fitted, off-shoulder top with thin straps, hugging his chest snugly, showing off his full, rounded breasts. The fabric was delicate, almost silky, in a light shade of pink that contrasted beautifully with his creamy skin.
The top ended just below his bust, revealing a smooth expanse of his toned stomach. His black, body-hugging skirt flared at the hips, cinching in tightly at the waist, and rested high on his thighs, showing off his long, shapely legs. His stiletto heels clicked rhythmically on the sidewalk, each step oozing confidence.
Taehyung’s waist-length hair, curled at the ends, bounced lightly with every movement, and his makeup was meticulously done—light but enhancing his already striking features. A touch of pink on his lips, subtle eyeliner, and fluttery lashes.
He finally arrived at the address he’d been given, stopping in front of a quaint, two-story house tucked between more modern buildings. It looked old, but well-maintained, with a small garden that suggested whoever lived here took care of it.
Taehyung knocked gently on the door. After a few seconds, it opened to reveal a man in his mid-60s, though age had treated him well. He had silver hair, combed neatly back, and wore simple, comfortable clothes—loose slacks and a collared shirt. He had the slight frame of someone who'd lived through more traditional times but still moved with a certain vitality.
The man’s eyes widened slightly, surprised to see someone like Taehyung at his doorstep. He cleared his throat, his eyes briefly flicking down to take in Taehyung’s figure, lingering for a moment before looking up again.
“You must be the one who called about the rental,” he said, stepping aside to let Taehyung in. His voice was deep but steady, with a slight curiosity in it.
“That’s right,” Taehyung replied, his voice smooth and polite. He stepped into the house, the soft scent of old wood and faint incense filling his senses. The home had a vintage charm, with low ceilings and traditional Korean furniture. Taehyung could tell it had been well cared for.
The man watched him carefully. “I’m Mr. Lee. You said you needed a place for at least six months, right?”
Taehyung nodded, turning his head slightly to glance at the small living room. “Yes, something temporary, but comfortable. This place seems... cozy.” He smiled softly, his gaze returning to Mr. Lee, who was still studying him.
Mr. Lee's eyes dipped briefly again to Taehyung’s chest—his large breasts pressing against the fabric of his top, accentuating his hourglass figure. He quickly shifted his gaze, though Taehyung had already noticed.
“The house is in good shape,” Mr. Lee said, gesturing toward the hallway. “Two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a kitchen. It’s not modern, but everything works fine.”
Taehyung walked further into the house, his hips swaying naturally with each step, and stopped in front of a large window overlooking the street. The skirt clung to him like a second skin, accentuating every curve.
He turned to face Mr. Lee, folding his arms loosely, which only served to emphasize his chest. “How much is the rent again?”
Mr. Lee cleared his throat once more, looking a little flustered. “Uh, it’s... 1. 2 million won per month. Not too high for the area.”
Taehyung tilted his head, his lips forming a slight pout as he considered the price. “That’s a little steep for this part of town, don’t you think?”
Mr. Lee shifted uncomfortably, caught off guard by Taehyung’s directness. “Well, it’s negotiable,” he admitted, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s again. “Especially for someone like you... I can lower it to 1 million won.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow at the comment, not missing the implication. He took a step closer, his heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. His full lips curled into a sly smile. “I’d rather pay the standard rate,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “I’m not looking for any special treatment.”
Mr. Lee blinked, realizing his mistake. He quickly raised his hands in a placating gesture. “No, no, of course not. 1.2 million is fine. I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Taehyung’s expression softened, the playful smile returning. “Good. I’m interested in the place, but I’ll need a little time to think it over.”
Mr. Lee nodded, relieved. “Take your time. If you decide you want it, just give me a call. I’m sure we can work something out.”
Taehyung gave a small nod, then began walking toward the door, his hand lightly brushing over the back of a chair as he passed by. His movements were graceful, deliberate, and he could feel Mr. Lee’s eyes following him the entire time. Just as he reached the doorway, he turned back, catching Mr. Lee’s gaze.
“I’ll be in touch soon,” Taehyung said, giving a soft wink before stepping out into the warm evening air.
As the door closed behind him, Mr. Lee stood there for a moment, still processing the encounter. There was something about Taehyung—the way he carried himself, his beauty, his confidence—that made it impossible to ignore him.
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It had been a few days since Taehyung moved into the house, and the space had already started to feel like home. The second floor was modest but cozy, with enough room for him to feel comfortable. However, the real fun for Taehyung wasn’t in decorating or settling in—it was the attention he got every time he walked past Mr. Lee.
Taehyung loved teasing people, especially with his revealing outfits. He knew exactly the effect he had on others, and living above Mr. Lee, who was a man clearly starved for company, made it all the more enjoyable.
This evening, Taehyung had decided to go all out. He wore a cropped tank top, the fabric tight against his chest, highlighting the swell of his boobs. The neckline plunged low, almost daring, showing just enough cleavage to draw attention. His shorts were barely there—denim, cut high on his thighs, leaving little to the imagination. He let his hair flow loosely over his shoulders, the soft curls framing his face as he applied a light touch of lip gloss.
With a playful smirk, he glanced at himself in the mirror before heading downstairs. Mr. Lee had invited him for dinner, and though Taehyung wasn’t particularly hungry, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to toy with the older man.
As Taehyung descended the stairs, he could already feel the tension in the air. Mr. Lee was sitting at the dining table, his gaze glued to the floor as if he were waiting for Taehyung to arrive. The moment he heard the soft click of heels against the wooden steps, his head snapped up, and his eyes widened.
Mr. Lee’s gaze traveled slowly up Taehyung’s body, starting from the long, smooth legs, lingering on his barely-there shorts, and finally settling on his chest, where his breasts were accentuated by the tight top. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly.
“Ah, you’re here,” Mr. Lee said, his voice slightly strained, as he awkwardly rose to his feet. His hands fumbled with the cutlery on the table as he tried to appear casual, but Taehyung could see right through him.
Taehyung walked over slowly, his hips swaying with each step, and sat down at the table, crossing one leg over the other. The movement caused his shorts to ride up even higher, revealing more of his creamy skin. He caught the way Mr. Lee’s eyes flicked downward, unable to resist stealing glances.
“Thanks for inviting me, Mr. Lee,” Taehyung said with a sweet smile, his voice light and teasing. “It’s nice to have a little company sometimes, isn’t it?”
Mr. Lee nodded stiffly, trying to focus on serving the food, but his hands were shaky. “Yes, yes, it is. Living alone for so long... it gets lonely. It’s nice to have someone around.”
Taehyung leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table, purposely giving Mr. Lee a more generous view of his cleavage. “Oh? How long have you been living alone?”
Mr. Lee cleared his throat, eyes darting from Taehyung’s chest back to his face. “Three years now. Since... since my wife passed away.” His voice softened at the mention of his wife, but Taehyung noticed how quickly his gaze returned to him, as if he couldn’t resist.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Taehyung said, his tone gentle, but the mischievous glint in his eyes remained. He took a slow bite of food, his lips wrapping around the fork sensually, then licking them clean. He didn’t miss the way Mr. Lee’s breath hitched slightly.
Mr. Lee shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable but unable to tear his eyes away. “It’s... it’s been hard, but I manage,” he said, his voice faltering. “Having you around... it’s... uh, nice.”
Taehyung let out a soft chuckle. He knew exactly what Mr. Lee was thinking—the older man’s lustful gaze, the way he shifted awkwardly whenever Taehyung was around, it all gave him a thrill.
“I’m glad you think so,” Taehyung said, leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head in a way that made his chest press forward even more. He caught the way Mr. Lee’s eyes followed every movement, practically devouring him with his gaze.
Taehyung gave him a playful smile. “You know, Mr. Lee, you’re such a gentleman. Most men would have trouble controlling themselves around someone like me.”
Mr. Lee froze, his face flushing slightly. “I... I’m just trying to be respectful,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “It’s... it’s not like that.”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the man’s weak denial. “Oh? You sure about that?” he teased, running a finger slowly along the edge of his top, as if adjusting it, but really just drawing more attention to his chest.
Mr. Lee’s face turned even redder, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. “I—well, you’re... you’re very... beautiful,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung laughed softly, the sound light and teasing. “Thank you, Mr. Lee.” He stood up slowly, the fabric of his shorts stretching tightly against his hips. “But I think it’s time for me to head back upstairs. Maybe we can do this again sometime?”
Mr. Lee nodded, still too flustered to form coherent words. “Y-yes. Anytime,” he mumbled, eyes still glued to Taehyung as he swayed his way toward the stairs.
As Taehyung climbed back up to his room, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. Teasing Mr. Lee was just too easy, and he loved every second of it. Being the center of attention, drawing all eyes to him—it gave him a sense of power, one he enjoyed using whenever he could.
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It was late in the evening when Mr. Lee was just about to settle down for the night. He had been thinking about his young tenant more often than he cared to admit. Taehyung, with his feminine body and flirtatious outfits, had been teasing him endlessly since moving in. The shorts that were too short, the tops that clung to his figure, and the knowing looks he gave—all of it left Mr. Lee in a state of constant frustration.
Just as Mr. Lee was about to turn off the lights, a voice called from upstairs.
“Mr. Lee! I’ve got a problem with the water up here!”
It was Taehyung, and his voice sounded urgent. Mr. Lee, though confused, quickly made his way up the stairs. His heart raced—not just because he was worried about the water, but because every interaction with Taehyung left him flustered. And he had a sinking feeling this would be no different.
As he knocked on Taehyung’s door and opened it slightly, he felt his breath catch in his throat.
There stood Taehyung, dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel. The white towel clung tightly to his body, molding against his curves like a second skin. It wrapped snugly around his chest, barely holding everything in place, and ended just above his mid-thighs, showing off his long, smooth legs. His wet hair dripped down onto his shoulders, sending small rivulets of water sliding down his skin.
Mr. Lee couldn’t look away.
Taehyung smirked, clearly aware of the effect he was having. “I’m sorry for bothering you this late, Mr. Lee,” he said, his voice soft, almost sultry. “But the water in the shower stopped working, and I was right in the middle of rinsing off.”
Mr. Lee’s eyes darted from Taehyung’s face to the towel, which seemed dangerously close to slipping, before quickly averting his gaze in embarrassment. “Uh... no problem, no problem at all. I’ll take a look,” he stammered, his voice unsteady.
Taehyung stepped aside, allowing Mr. Lee into the small bathroom. He made no effort to hide his body as he leaned against the doorframe, the towel rising slightly higher with the movement, exposing more of his thighs.
“It’s strange,” Taehyung continued, as if unaware of how tempting he looked, “everything was fine, and then it just stopped.” He ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it back, the movement causing the towel to shift slightly against his chest down at any moment. He tried to steady himself, but found it difficult with Taehyung's body practically begging for attention.
Mr. Lee glanced at the pipes, but his mind was entirely elsewhere. The smell of Taehyung’s soap, the sight of his glistening skin—it was overwhelming. He tried to focus, but the image of Taehyung’s damp body kept flooding his thoughts.
After a moment of fumbling with the pipes, Mr. Lee managed to restore the water supply. He turned to Taehyung, trying desperately to keep his eyes on the young man’s face.
“There, it’s working again,” Mr. Lee said, his voice strained. “Just... a small issue with the pressure.”
Taehyung smiled sweetly, stepping closer, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath. “Thank you, Mr. Lee. You’re always so helpful.” His fingers played with the edge of the towel, as if considering adjusting it, but he didn’t—he let the moment linger.
Mr. Lee swallowed hard, trying not to react to the sight in front of him. “Uh... it’s no trouble. I should, uh... I should head back downstairs now,” he muttered, his feet already moving toward the door.
But Taehyung wasn’t done. “Oh, before you go...” he began, stepping even closer, his voice dropping to a more teasing tone. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Mr. Lee. Living here’s been... fun.”
Mr. Lee froze, his hand on the doorknob, as he felt Taehyung’s presence behind him. He could practically feel the heat radiating off the young man’s body, the scent of his skin hanging in the air. He knew Taehyung was playing with him, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Taehyung leaned in, his breath warm against Mr. Lee’s ear and kissed his cheek “Goodnight, Mr. Lee. Sweet dreams.”
With that, Taehyung turned and sauntered back toward the bathroom, his hips swaying provocatively, the towel still clinging to his damp body as Mr. Lee quickly made his escape, his heart pounding wildly.
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It was another lazy afternoon, the kind where the air seemed heavy with the lingering heat of the day. Mr. Lee was settled on the couch in his living room, absentmindedly watching the television when he heard the familiar sound of footsteps descending the stairs. He didn’t need to look to know who it was, but when he did, his heart skipped a beat.
Taehyung walked down confidently, his hips swaying with purpose, wearing what could barely be called a top—a thin white crop top that was more like a bra, with a single string holding it together in the back. The fabric stretched across his chest, doing little to hide the smooth curves underneath. His shorts clung tightly to his body, leaving most of his long, slender legs on full display.
"Hey, Mr. Lee," Taehyung said with a soft, teasing tone as he sauntered over, plopping down beside the older man on the couch. The couch dipped under his weight, and the closeness of their bodies sent a shiver down Mr. Lee’s spine.
Mr. Lee’s eyes roamed over Taehyung’s body, lingering on the way the deep neckline of his crop top exposed a generous amount of cleavage, the soft skin tantalizingly close. He licked his lips before speaking, “Afternoon, Taehyung. You look... comfortable.”
Taehyung smiled, noticing the way Mr. Lee’s gaze lingered on his chest. “It’s just a little something I threw on,” he said, pretending to adjust the single string holding his top together. The motion made his chest rise, pushing the fabric tighter against his skin. “It’s so hot today, don’t you think?”
Mr. Lee chuckled, his voice thick with interest. “Very hot,” he replied, his eyes following every movement of Taehyung’s hands.
Taehyung leaned back, arching his back just enough to accentuate his figure. “I thought I’d come down and keep you company,” he said in a sultry tone, his fingers lightly brushing over Mr. Lee’s thigh. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Mr. Lee’s breath hitched, feeling the warmth of Taehyung’s fingers against his leg. He smiled, leaning a little closer. “Not at all,” he said, his hand slowly reaching out to rest on Taehyung’s bare thigh, just inches from the hem of his shorts. “You know, you’re always welcome down here.”
Taehyung bit his lip, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he noticed how bold Mr. Lee had become. “I like that,” he whispered, his voice barely audible as he shifted slightly closer, his chest brushing against the older man’s arm. The soft fabric of his top did nothing to hide the sensation, and Taehyung didn’t seem to mind as he leaned into it.
Mr. Lee, encouraged by Taehyung’s playful demeanor, let his hand drift higher behind Taehyung's back, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of the younger male. He hesitated for a moment, waiting for some sign to stop, but when Taehyung made no move to pull away—instead, giving him a soft, approving look—Mr. Lee’s hand moved to fumble with the string holding the top together.
“You know,” Taehyung murmured, his voice low and teasing, “I’ve been told I look really good in this.” He pressed his chest out slightly, as if to give Mr. Lee a better view. “Do you think so?”
As Mr. Lee’s fingers traced the string of Taehyung’s top, grazing his soft skin, Taehyung let out another quiet sound, leaning even closer. “You’ve got such strong hands, Mr. Lee,” he teased, his voice soft but dripping with seduction.
Mr. Lee, emboldened by Taehyung’s words and the soft sounds escaping his lips, let his hand move more freely, cupping Taehyung’s chest as the younger man moaned softly in response. The sensation of the older man’s hands on his body seemed to excite him even more, and he leaned into it, closing his eyes as he let out a satisfied sigh.
“You’re such a tease,” Mr. Lee murmured, his voice low and rough as his hand continued its exploration, fingers brushing the delicate fabric of Taehyung’s top.
Taehyung smiled, his eyes fluttering open as he glanced down at Mr. Lee, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. “I know,” he whispered, his hand moving to gently guide Mr. Lee’s further, encouraging him with the soft moans and sighs that escaped his lips. “But I think you like it.”
The sheer fabric revealed just a hint of his chest, making the older man’s gaze naturally gravitate towards it.
Mr. Lee's breathing became heavier, and he swallowed hard, trying to regain control of himself but failing miserably, his voice husky with desire. "I'm glad you decided to come down."
Taehyung smirked, amused by the situation. "Me too," he said with a wink, letting his fingertips graze Mr. Lee's chest. The older man inhaled sharply, startled by the sudden touch.
"Oh," Taehyung cooed, teasing him further. "Does my outfit turn you on?" The young man reached out again, stroking the older man's chest, eliciting another moan.
"Of course it does," Mr. Lee replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're so beautiful, Taehyung." Taehyung grinned wickedly, enjoying the effect he was having on the older man. "Is that right?"he asked, leaning in closer.
Mr. Lee nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on Taehyung's face. "Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You are so sexy," Taehyung purred, his hand exploring Mr. Lee's chest.
Mr. Lee could not resist the temptation as he pulled the boy onto his chest. The softness of the heavy breast was euphoric for Mr. Lee Taehyung gasped at the sudden move.
His heart raced with excitement as he found himself lying on top of the older man. His heavy breast pushed against the older male, and Taehyung couldn't help but bite his lip.
Mr. Lee's hands roamed up and down Taehyung's back, sending shivers through his body. "Fuck, you are so sexy" Mr. Lee growled, as he pulled the string of Taehyung’s top and letting the tits free from the grip of the top.
Taehyung's heavy breasts bounced in front of Mr. Lee's face, and he couldn't resist the temptation to lean forward and take one of them in his mouth.
As his lips wrapped around the nipple, Taehyung moaned loudly, his hips thrusting involuntarily against the older man's groin."Fuck yes!" he cried out, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Suck my tit, Mr. Lee! Suck it harder!" Mr. Lee obliged, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh, causing Taehyung to writhe in pleasure.
Meanwhile, his other hand roamed lower, caressing the smooth skin of Taehyung's stomach before delving into the waistband of his shorts and removing them.The warm skin greeted his fingers, and he could feel the wetness of Taehyung's pussy.
"Oh fuck yes, suck me!" Taehyung moaned, his body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck me, Mr. Lee!" With that, Mr. Lee slid a finger inside Taehyung's pussy, and the boy cried out in delight.
His hips bucked wildly against the older man's hand, desperate for more stimulation. "Yes, fuck me!" Taehyung begged, writhing in pleasure as Mr. Lee's finger pumped in and out of his tight hole.
"Oh god, don't stop!"The finger continue to explore the wet heat as the old man continue to suck his tits more vigorously.
The older male could see the boy's face contorted in pleasure. "Oh fuck yes!" Taehyung screamed, his body convulsing in orgasm. The boy's juices flowed over Mr. Lee's hand, coating his fingers in slick wetness.
It was an intense moment, and Taehyung lay there, panting and spent, while Mr. Lee withdrew his hand from between the boy's legs.The older male looked at the boy's face, and the sight made him want to ravage the boy."Get ready," he muttered.
"Because I'm going to fuck you so good," With those words, he pushed Taehyung off his chest, pushing him on the couch. The older male took his hard cock out of his pants. The cock was big and angry red and girthy just the way Taehyung liked.
He licked his lips hungrily, knowing what was coming next. Mr. Lee climbed on top of the boy, lining up his dick with Taehyung's entrance. "Take it, slut," he ordered, grabbing the boy's thighs.
Taehyung obeyed without hesitation, opening his legs wide and inviting the older man inside. Mr. Lee didn't waste any time, slamming his dick deep inside the boy's pussy.Taehyung cried out in pleasure, arching his back as the older man's cock filled him completely.
"Oh fuck, yes!" he moaned, his hands gripping the cushions of the couch tightly. "Fuck me harder, Mr. Lee!" The older man obliged, pumping his dick in and out of Taehyung's pussy with relentless force. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed throughout the room, adding to the intensity of the moment.
"Fuck yes, fuck me harder!" Taehyung pleaded, his body quivering with each thrust. "Make me your bitch!" Mr. Lee grunted, his pace becoming even faster and more furious.
His cock slammed inside Taehyung's pussy with wild abandon, filling him with every inch of his member. His balls slapped against Taehyung's ass, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "That's it, make me your whore!" Taehyung begged, biting his lip as Mr. Lee's cock stretched him to the brink."Fill me with your cum!"
Mr. Lee thrust was vigorous ans his hand moved to grab Taehyung’s huge tits. Squeezing them hand, "ohhmm fuck"
Taehyung arched his back as the dick continued to hit his sweet spot head on. He can feel himself getting breathless from the powerful hammering of the older in his poor orifice.
"Look at you slut, taking this old man's cock so well" Mr. Lee groaned as he slapped taehyung left tit so hard.
"Ahh" Taehyung head arched back, his grip on cushions tightened as he felt the stinging sensation on his tit.
"Fuck moreeee" the old man smirked as he continued to delivere more slaps on his tits. His breast were angry red at this point.
"Ahh so good" Taehyung sobbed as the old man increased his pace. He held Taehyung’s waist as he continued drilling in the hole.
Mr. Lee's face twisted in pleasure as he felt his climax approaching. "I'm gonna fill you up, slut!" he growled, his pace becoming even more frantic. "Cum for me, bitch!"
Without warning, Mr. Lee unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep inside Taehyung's pussy. The boy's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly followed suit, crying out as his own orgasm washed over him.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over both men, leaving them breathless and spent. Mr. Lee collapsed on top of Taehyung, his cock still buried inside the boy's pussy.
Taehyung was breathing heavily still in daze from the orgasm. But moaned as the old man took his tits in his mouth again sucking them hungerly.His other hand teasing the other nipple.
"Mmmmm...fuck" Taehyung moaned in utter pleasure. But cried out as older landed a harsh slap on his tits, "You thought we are done, already?" Mr. Lee said with a smirk on his face.Taehyung's brain shut down and all he can do is cry out in surprise as the old man proceed to beat his tits mercilessly. "Owwwww.."
Taehyung cried out, tears streaming from his eyes. Older give a hard thrust causing taehyung to throw his head back in pleasure.
"Fuuuuccckkk.." taehyung cried out louder.The older male continued to pound his cock in and out of the boy's pussy, making sure to hit all the right spots. Taehyung was in heaven, his body responding to every thrust with pleasure.
"Ahhhh.. Ahhhh..." taehyung moan as the older male leaned towards his ear and whispered into it "You like when I beat your tits, baby?" taehyung nodded with glee "I bet they're nice and sore now aren't they?"older asked "They hurt so good" taehyung replied. The older male reached down and pinched a tit harder than before "How does this feel" he ask. "So fucking good.." taehyung replied.
With that, the older male kept pounding taehyung's pussy, hitting the same spot repeatedly. Taehyung's moans grew louder and more frequent, his body shaking with pleasure. "Oh fuck yes!" he cried out, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Keep fucking me, Mr. Lee! Fuck me harder!"
The older man obliged, picking up speed and driving his dick deeper and harder. Their bodies collided violently, creating a satisfying slap-slap noise with every thrust.
"Harder! Harder!" taehyung begged, bucking his hips desperately. The older male gripped Taehyung's hips and pounded him relentlessly, taking him closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck yeah, take that dick, slut!" he snarled, his voice rough with desire. "You love being fucked, don't you? You love having your little pussy stuffed full of cock, don't you?" Taehyung nodded eagerly, his eyes glazed over with lust.
"That's it, keep taking it!" the older man demanded, slapping Taehyung's ass hard enough to leave a mark. "Fuck me, Mr. Lee!" taehyung begged, his voice high-pitched and strained.
"Give me all that thick cock!" The older male gave one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside Taehyung's pussy. "Here it comes, slut!" he growled, his balls tightening.
"Take my load!" With a guttural groan, the older male released his hot seed deep inside Taehyung's pussy again. Taehyung cried out in pleasure, his body trembling with satisfaction.Mr. Lee pulled out, the white liquid gushed out from younger's pussy.
Mr. Lee smirked and took the remote from the table before stuffing it into Taehyung’s pussy, "We shouldn't waste all the hard work"Mr. Lee said with a wink.
"Ahhh" Taehyung let out a broken moan as his pussy swallowed the remote control.Taehyung loved the feeling of stuffed with cum and the remote. He could not deny it was the best fuck of his life.
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