Kim Ah-Young (Yura)

As an old casual stan, I had period where I cut my interest to K-POP for my real life sake. During that time I didn’t know who and who was debuted. I just listened K-POP music when my friend told me that my favorite group was having comeback. Later, from many group that I missed, one group caught my eyes.

They rose into stardom after the iconic suspender dance they did for their hit back then. Their music quite of my taste and the visual, there was no flaw. Every member of this group was pretty and charming. Actually between the four member, I loved them a bit equal; no favoritism in the way I loved the individual. But if I categorized my way of loving them, with body charm as the category, let’s talk about Kim Ah-Young a.k.a Yura.

Before her sexiness, what I caught first when I saw her in a show called Weekly Idol-I knew them from that show-, was a planted babo (stupid) image that Yura carrying. Being an idiot on TV screen while being pretty with killing leg and sexy figure, Yura was so appealing.

It seemed that the company and herself knew that Yura had a high quality leg. In many occasion she showed her proud-ful legs by wearing hotpants or skirt which short enough to show them. Aside of that, she had bright personality and easy to make conversation with; even if I telling her nonsense she just easily amused.

With intense attempt of getting close with Yura, I was able to invite her into my house; close enough to be able to ask her to visit my house this late at night for some conversation. I prepared a nice wine tonight for our talk tonight.

Yura and I was having a nice close friend conversation; with a good wine; and I, with a good scenery. An eye candy sat in front of me, wearing much-revealing-skin clothe: denim short pants and sleeveless top. The effect of the wine was so strong, I was an inch away from drunken realm; so was she. As the addition of her nice skin which revealed through her clothes, with killing body like her moving on the chair as she didn’t feel comfortable with her sitting pose, I was aroused.

I remembered, the first time I wanted befriended her was because of sexual appeal; and here she acted like horny innocent girl.

“Say…” I said in interview tone. Half consciously I was on an attempt to make a joke. “… which part of your body that you proud of?” stood, I walked, staggered, slowly, to her sit.

She raised her hand. “Answer! My leg!” Yura said that with some pride.

I tried to get sober; repeatly told my mind to get my mind together. About a step away from her, it worked. I can fully concentrate to her. My eyes stared at her down there. Actually her upper body was as hot as her low. A pair of volumnous boobs getting pressed by her tight upper. There was temptation to grope them.

I wanted her so bad tonight.

Kneeling between her crotch I touched her leg. Yura wasn’t care at all; she was half-drunk. I must careful. As I guessed, her skin was so soft and the leg was erotically firm. At that moment I was obsessed with the pair of paradise.

My hands were exploring her legs for some minutes. Suddenly she made a sighing voice over one of my touch. Yura’s voice was alluring. My boner got worse; my greed became worse. Suddenly I had other part I had in my mind.

I patted her pants on the zipper area. That made her a bit awake. Yura asked me what I was doing down there, between her leg. Her drunk was gone and thing was getting dangerous.

Quick, my hand sneaked inside her pants from her leg. She was startled and yelling at me, “W-what are you doing?!!”. Meanwhile, blindly, my fingers were looking for her pussy.

My sense of touch became sensitive. I could feel that my hand touched some hair from her crotch. There was fabric I could sense on the tip of my finger. That was her underwear. Finally I found her womanhood.

One of my fingers touched her clitoris in random area and suddenly Yura was moaning. Her breather started to mess. From her leg, I could tell her body temperature began to rise. One simple touch made her about to go crazy.

“S-stop… s-stop” she said to me while closing her eyes, gasping, feeling the sensation.

Maybe I got a lucky strike? Found her sensitive spot right away. Or… she was just sensitive in every area.

“A-AAAHHH” there she was when I touched her in some random area. “AAHHHHAGHHH” again “ahhHHH” again and again. Yura was a sensitive woman.

She began to resist, trying to get herself away from me. Being half-drunk before made her couldn’t say anything to me in this spot. I was already crossing our friendship line when I began molesting her.

One lesson I could tell, Yura was easy to be aroused.

Rapidly I worked my finger inside her. Yura got shocked, moving here and there, trying to resist. But a minute later she was cumming. Her pants was wet from that, clearly when my eyes about 5 cm away from her crotch.

“N-NOOO Y-YOU CAN’T! Y-Y-YOU CANT!! AHHHH” slowly, yeah slowly, she put down the resistance. Just a hunch, but I thought she enjoyed it. So the finger fuck was keep running; as fast as I could. Yura was going crazy; her skin was shivering and her vagina was throbbing.

My fingers began its rough play and after half hour; and many cum, I successfully drained her energy. Hand out and it was wet; smell nice, my hand. I stood and kissed her. Yura didn’t resist and actually she stuck her tongue out for me.

The way she looked at me was fantastic; half shut, like sleepy girl but in the same time it was sexy.

I lifted her and brought her to my bed. Surprisingly, Yura started stripping herself by second she was on my bed despite being half-way to unconsciousness. Standing, I watched her took off her clothes one by one, hardly.

What a sight, really, a complete naked celebrity with A+ body lying on my bed.

I followed her, being naked. Lying behind her, I locked her leg with mine and hugged her hips. My head was on her back in stomach level; sniffing and kissing her back. Yura’s butt was on my waist, bouncier than I ever guess.

After I felt more comfortable, I led my penis into her. My position was quite awkward to having sex with. Kinda hard to penetrate her in this position, I pulled my stick into hard angle, about 120 degree upward. Finally it entered the realm of joy.

“G-gyaaa ahhh” Yura just moaned and then gasping. She didn’t resist at all. After adaptation, I thought she was actually like it; being touched; being molested; having sexual intercourse. No, I made her loved it just now. She liked the sensation; she liked it when my finger licked her wet wall.

But now, let’s forget that for now.

It was fucking tight inside her. But it was hard to move my hip from this position. I was stuck and actually cummed right away inside her.

“Uhmmm” I thought I misheard it. But I took a peek on her face. Yura was expressing happiness.

“Are you enjoyed it?” I whispered.

“Y-yes” she anwered.

“Which part?”

“Everything… especially the last… when something hot hit me down there.”

“So, can I do you for one more round?”

“Oh yeah please.”

“Hey, why didn’t we play it in another way.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll eat yours and you’ll eat mine. Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good.”

Yura easily convinced, we changed our position into sixty nine. Her leg, which I adored, clamped my head, in reverse position. On my face, it was pink labia with some hair around it. Suddenly I felt my cock in warmness. Yura was swallowing my penis down there. Thought she was just played it randomly, but her tongue movement was fantastic; swirling around my glans and sucked the center; and several times between that, she gargled her saliva, wetting my shaft.

And I began to work with my tongue down there. I don’t know how many minutes we held that position, but I knew Yura was unconscious after two cum on her and she was sleeping with my cock still inside her mouth.

Then, me too, I slept with my face buried on her crotch.

Like I said, Yura was easily amused; addition, she was easy to be convinced. If we intense enough forcing what we wanted on her, she actually would do anything for us, including sex. The way I did her was a huge bet, by accident, at the beginning. By intensely pleasuring her in sexual way, I forcedly turning our relationship far, too far.