His comb was so soft, vertically stroke her wavy black. She was completely nude, both of them. After a fresh bath she had, the guy tried to dress her up; put some make-up which surprisingly he good at.
After put his favorite white wedding dress back on her, he applied a stand out red lipstick on her as the final touch.
“OH… MY… GOD! PERFECT!” frantically he expressed his satisfaction; praised her as much as he wanted; praised her how pretty Yoona was with the red color on her lips; and praised how good his job was.
In the other soul, Yoona was express les. The pretty dress she wore didn’t even make her hearth move; it was as cold as the dark pit under a sea.
“You’re indeed a perfection… my… Yoona” with much joy in his face, he gave her a glorious hug. Shamelessly he smooched her glowing red lips greedily and made the color he just applied messed.
His eyes fixed on her; it changed gradually. That time his desire for her reached its climax.
“Yes… you’re perfect” and second later, he sucked Yoona’s upper lips. His saliva dripped down to her lower lip.
From kiss, he licked downward to her chin slowly and lollipop-ed it. His hands stripped her upper dress as his lick moved to her collarbone.
Yoona was as frozen as a statue; holding her feeling when the guy started to play dirty with her tits; standing on a bed as the guy skinned her with his tongue.
She was just a mere doll now…
Yes… but the guy was not happy about that. No matter how many times he licked her sensitive spot, she was as quite as an idiot could; no matter how hard he squeezed her breasts, she was as sturdy as a stone. Apparently, he missed her bitchy moan like the other night.
He stopped what he was doing suddenly. Stared intensely into her soul less eyes, it felt like she was here yet she wasn’t. It felt like the first time he did her; it felt like he fucked a corpse.
“THIS IS SHIT…” finally he uttered his disappointment.
He lay on the bed; with his dick still as sturdy as an obelisk. With his face showing annoyance, he ordered her “fix your dress.”
Yoona gulped hard and slowly put her bodice back.
“Can you give me my digital camera?” still with his annoyance, he asked her. He started taping her staring at him helplessly. The camera recorded how pretty she was in that wedding dress, from the top part to her very down feet.
Then… “Yoona-ssi, could you come here please” he changed his calling from “honey” or “sweetie” to “-ssi.” Yoona followed his request and got her ass on the bed.“The thing you like down there (penis), feel so stiff. Could you massage it for me with your lips?” implicitly he asked her to give him a blow job.
Nodded as usual, Yoona licked his glans and swallowed the whole of it. But it was only about two or three stroke her mouth gave, he asked her to stop.
“Pull down your pants and ride me” he gave her his next request or rather instruction.
After a long time serving him, Yoona was truly like his slave. Without any question she took her underwear off. His tiny handsraised the hem, baring her pussy to him; she positioned herself, calibrating her V toward the P.
Again, the guy stopped her, “not that hole (vagina), but the other one (anus)” and asked her another thing.
That something unexpected and terrible to hear, she thought that he would never ask that; right when his glans touched her labia. That time her expression slightly changed and the guy just loved that.
“W-what?” finally her voice could be heard. Then the guy confirmed his request “ride me with your ass.”
She never did that before… the anal penetration
Yes, she was terrifying about to try it. But her mental was not as strong as before, when she shouted at him for every sick request he asked.
Her heart was withered into pieces. Her hip was slightly moved; she pointed the guy penis on her anus.Even before it penetrated, her hearth was about to jump out.
The hole was so tight, his dick couldn’t in easily. But with a hard pull from the guy to Yoona’s hip, half of its head rammed inside her ass.
Smile was back on his face. Clearly, he felt her body shaken greatly; she was about to scream, yet she held it very well. What a good show, he laughed to how his bitch started to come back.
Next? He gave his all to make her anus ate her penis completely in one shot, and it works.
Yoona was collapsed. She fell on that guy chest; her hand grabbed his shoulder with extraordinary tremor. Gradually, she started to cry; after one of another, her groans was getting louder; her eyes started to spurt tears.
“(sob) f-f-fuck…” her voice back completely. But it was just the beginning.
The guy taped the whole thing. He enjoyed how she cried with her wedding dress; it looked like a dramatic scene.
You said the guy loved her? But what was that? He was just torturing her.
It was different kind of love… more like exaggerated possessive love. What he want was the girl she always imagine; the “Yoona” that always seen in TV. For having the mute “Yoona” was just annoyed him. So he made her had her expression back.
“P-Please… S-s… b-be gentle. You will rip it” Yoona was begging over her pain. Her ass felt like being ripped. But the guy was so deaf over her sob.
He promised her to do it slow if she taped herself. “Can you?” he asked once again.
Between her hurtful groan, she nodded and took the camera then started to tape herself. “Smile~” another request from the guy, Yoona smiled upon the camera with all her tears and between her screams.
She stripped her bodice once again and spread her long right arms up, as if she was took a selfie, like the guy next-requested. “Bared your tits” she taped her own breasts and played them with her left hand as her right taped it.
From the ride, the guy wanted to change position. Yoona was already in doggy while the guy finger-fucked her before slamming her ass.
The camera was still on her hand; recording she smiling in between her moans. She had to keep smiling no matter how hurt she fucked; she had to keep smiling no matter how hurt her heart to do that, expressing her enjoyment for being sodomized.
The guy pulled her upper and twirled her nipples two or three times. But Yoona had to maintain her smile, expressing she liked her nipples to be twirled.
Downward, the guy licked her armpits while she sucked his fingers. But she had to maintain her smile, sucked it as if it was her favorite lollipop.
She even taped selfie with the guy. Both of them smiled as if they were the happiest couple in the universe.
The guy howled, he shot his juice inside her. Yoona taped herself cleaned the leftover of his sperm by her own; she gulped it as if it was the most sweet “cock”tail she ever drank.
Finally it was over. She was back to the “Yoona” without expression as she turned off the video. The goddess face idol had done her job well with praise from the guy that loved her.
With full of satisfaction, the guy called her anal was his property.
He fixed her dress (again); combed her hair; put some make-up on her face, then sent her off to her dorm. But she begged her to let her walked alone to her dorm, and the guy followed it.
I didn’t know… It sounded erotic for the first time. But gradually, I felt pity for her. It was just too much for her to take.
“Hey… isn’t that Yoona?” “Really?” “What does she do with that wedding dress?” “Maybe she filming a CF” “No way, I didn’t see any camera” “It is rainy out here, she can get cold with that dress” “I want to take picture with her, but her expression… is a little bit…” “Deppressing?” “Right?” “What happened actually?”
Expectedly, it would be a long evening miserable walk under rain. Yoona walked staggering; her ass was hurt like hell. Yet she kept her step.
But she walked aimlessly. Her mind was not there yet. The filthiness ate her soul. There was no tear from her eyes eventually.
That was two hours after her freedom from that hell. She finally regained her sense.
She was lost. Her eyes were searching for any sign which could lead her. But the one she found was a pretty cathedral with its bell ringed.
The feet she had, dragged her inside. There was no one inside; not even a father. The skirt, the hem from her wedding dress swept the floor as she walked.
Crystal clear, she remembered the guy asked her to home with that white wedding dress. Just to remember it made her sick.
She stood in front of the god and pray: “PLEASEEE… KILL HIM.”
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