《CONVERTED michaeng smuts G!P/GXG》Work Out G!P
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Mina's POV
Fuck... just a little more... almost there... fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!
"Ugh!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, collapsing on the floor after my 3rd set of squats. My thighs were on fire, sweat droplets dripping onto the floor. Everything went silent, the sound of my heartbeat loudly thumping in my eardrums.
It has been a month since I started my new exercise routine. To be honest, I hated it. I find exercise pointless and a waste of time, but ever since I saw my girlfriend Chaeyoung with her gorgeous co-worker, I became jealous and insecure about my body.
She always told me to not become insecure over such silly things and that she loves me for who I am. Even though I know she endlessly explains that the woman she works with are just models who could care less about trying to get at her, but I still get jealous.
I never weighed myself, because I know I'll get slightly disappointed if I didn't lose weight even after the nonstop exercise routines and awful diets.
"Mina!"
I jolted, regretting it seconds later when I felt the soreness hit me. I whimpered, not even bothered trying to get up. Chaeyoung walked into the living room, her eyes widening when she saw my limp figure collapsed on the floor. "Oh my god! Mina!" She ran towards me, checking if I was still alive. I swat her hand away. "Stop it, I'm not dead."
She exhaled deeply. "Yah! Then why are you on the floor looking like a dead corpse?!" I covered my ears, waiting until she was done with her whole speech. With much difficulty, I sat up and placed my finger on her lips, telling her to shut up.
"I was exercising and I got really sore. And I'm pretty sure my legs are made of jelly right now." I explained, squeezing my thighs. She couldn't help it, grinning at my suggestive comment. That's not the only thing that makes my legs feel like jelly...
"You know..." Chaeyoung led on, gently pulling my finger away. "I think you should be punished for scaring me like that." She stood up and circled around me, lifting me up abruptly from behind. "Ah!" I yelped, as she forcefully tugged my hips towards her crotch, her gradually growing bulge poking my ass. What's with her?
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Even though it was bad timing, she couldn't resist not being aroused by my current state. My black tights hugging the curves of my legs, tight enough to show the lining of my underwear. The way the few drops of sweat dripped into the bridge of my cleavage, which was complimented by the black sports bra that exposed more than normal, her boiling blood rushing through her veins.
I couldn't help but feel turned on by her eagerness, the feeling of her member poking my ass sent tingles to my core. I quivered in anticipation, her fingers grazing my glistening tummy. I huffed, struggling to keep my eyes open.
She nibbled my earlobe, making me weak in the knees, literally. She followed the outline of my flushed ears with her tongue, blowing cold air into my eardrum. "Get ready to scream tonight..." She threatened, sweeping me off my feet, bridal style.
I am secretly hoping she would go rough on me, since she only did it on very rare occasions. She pushed the bedroom door open, kicking it behind her. She impatiently launched me on the bed and quickly hovered above me. "Fuck, you're so sexy..." She purred, attacking my lips with her own. The kiss was passionate, breathy moans escaping both of our mouths.
My fingers entangled in her long blonde hair, my legs wrapped around her waist, like if they had a mind of its own. Her hand groped my breast, following the side of my waist and under my ass, giving it a good smack.
I moaned loudly, giving her the chance to plunge her pink muscle into my mouth, exploring every corner. Our tongues danced together in harmony, like if it was rehearsed over and over. All I could think about was the feeling of her tongue on my core, the way the tip of her tongue would flick my sensitive nub. And her long, pale fingers plunging into me rhythmically, making my juices spill into the bed sheets.
She got up abruptly, pulling me out of my fantasy and making me groan in annoyance. She laughed devilishly, pulling her hoodie and shirt off, exposing her flat, pearl stomach. I couldn't help but reach my arms out to unbuckle her belt, fidgeting with her button and zipper. She chuckled at my desperation, going for the rim of my thighs without hesitation and pulling them off swiftly. Before moving her attention to my lower body, she sank her head next to my ear. "Who cares if you don't have a thigh gap and your thighs touch, I'm gonna separate them for you anyway, babe..."
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Those words made me clench around nothing, her soothing, angelic voice whispering one of the most arousing things she's ever said to me. I couldn't wait until she devours me, leaving my body limp and lifeless, like as if she sucked the energy out of me.
She slowly crawled down my body, placing little kisses down my abdomen and dangerously close to my heated core, making me twitch. "Someone is a little eager..." She purred, lightly brushing her index finger up and down my clit to my core. I arched my back, humping the air for the much needed attention that only her tongue, fingers, and cock can provide.
Finally giving me what I wanted, she duck her head in between my trembling legs, swirling her tongue around my clit. "Fuck." I mutter, as I felt burst of ecstasy shoot through my body. I gripped the sheets in my fists, the sight of her head in between my thighs, the feeling of her tongue drawing circled around my delicate nub, sent me to heavenly bliss.
I felt myself getting dizzy, the walls twisting into a spiral. I felt her tongue put me in a trance, the only thing that would bring me back to my senses is an orgasm. While I was busy in my own ecstasy, she plunged two fingers in my core, making me shriek. "Mmmmm, fuck." I growled, my hand grasping a lock of her hair, while the other grabbed my own hair.
I can hear a squeaky sound coming from my core, her fingers easily going in and out. "Scream my name..." She said provocatively, adding another finger. "Chaeyoung! Fuck!" I screamed, slapping my mouth shut. I felt so brave and willing to take risks with just her touch, one part of me is telling me to stay quiet, while another part of me is telling me to squeal so loud that even our neighbors can hear what my girlfriend is doing to me.
I outstretched my fingers, my hands quaking from the pleasure. She swiftly reached for my hands with her own, intertwining her fingers with mine. How can someone be so romantic and cheesy while eating you out?
I felt a ball from in my abdomen, my muffled cries and moans lodged in my throat, clenching her hands tightly. "C-Chae, C-Chae, Chaeyoung!" I squealed, releasing in her face. My heart was pounding against my ribcage, my chest heaving up and down. She licked my lips, cleaning the cum off her face.
Without wasting any time, she removed her pants and boxer briefs, finally freeing her twitching member. She groaned, having to bear the tent in her jeans. She pumped herself for a few rimes, quickly grabbing a condom in the side drawer. She tore the package with her teeth, wrapping her dick with the rubber.
She placed my legs over her shoulders, aligning herself. I bit my lip. "I might scream..." I purred. "You better." She replied, harshly pushing herself inside of me in one go. "Ugh!" I groaned, abiding by my promise.
She knew what she was doing, knowing that the angle would bring immense pleasure to both of us. Still recovering from the explosive orgasm I had, I found it difficult to not cum so early. Impatient and desperate, she went deeper, my knees almost touching my chest. "Oh my god, fuck Chaeyoung..." I squealed, pressing the pillow against my ears.
She couldn't help but kiss my furrowed face, loving the fact that she can make me melt in her touch. Without warning, I came a second time, my fragile figure jerking with every thrust. She gradually became sloppy with her pace, almost reaching her own high.
Her low pitched groans vibrated in my ears, waiting for the love of my life to cum inside of me. With one last thrust, she came inside of me, rolling off of me. "Fuck, that was..." "Amazing." I finished her sentence. She removed the cum-filled rubber, throwing it away.
She pulled me in a warm embrace, giving me a tender kiss on my glowing forehead. "Don't you ever be insecure about yourself. I love you for who you are." She said to me, rubbing her temple on my head. I smiled like a little girl. "Okay."
"Or else... I'll fuck you senseless..."
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