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Fifteen minutes!
You pinned me to your bed with your own body and covered my mouth with yours because you didn't want to attract attention.
Ah, Jimin. So you, such a handsome and stylish man, not wanting to be the center of attention, it seems....
- Do you think you have the privilege to dress better than me, dongsaeng? - he teased, removing my fancy clothes and attacking my smooth, unblemished skin, giving it a little color and sin.
Thirteen minutes!
Her hand muffled my scandalous moans, wouldn't you want your daddy to see you banging the maid's son he only called out of politeness, while my mother was handing out real smiles to fake people living in their lying world.
- Walking around like you're on parade, I think you're going to end my career that way, you bastard?
I smiled against his mouth, spreading my legs and waiting for him to do what I wanted most.
Ten minutes!
He turned me on all fours and noticed the butt plug I'd been wearing since the beginning of the party. Even with difficulty, I could see his face of pure hatred as he realized how stupid he had been to fall for such a cheap trick.
- "I thought it would take you longer to realize..." I smiled at him, while focusing on unbuttoning his tailored pants and lowering them along with his underwear, just enough to release his rock-hard member.
- "You're nothing but a brat. You're going to take cock in your ass until the fucking year turns. Maybe then you'll think about being a better person?
- You're just a spoiled brat who can't stand others outshining you. I don't need to change a fucking thing.
Seven minutes!
You threw the plug away and didn't prepare me when you thrust in. Your cock was hot and wet, just the way I liked it best. I almost came just feeling it.
- Tight little ass... you sound like a little saint moaning slyly like that. Son of a bitch, squashing me...
He started the first thrusts and moaned louder than me, fortunately we were on the second floor and the celebration took place on the first, far from where we were. Still, all caution was needed.
Five minutes!
You fucked me even harder, squeezed my thighs, slapped my ass and kissed the back of my neck, moaning hoarsely close to my ear.
- "Hyung, faster..." I asked. You never did what I asked. This was the only exception. You fucked me hard and fast, my hands couldn't support me anymore and I fell, but the position favored us.
You managed to hit my prostate several times, but I'm sure your only intention was to cum and let me down, to show me who's the boss.
It was so intense... I felt obliged to take you out of me and change positions, looking into your eyes and you into mine, all while you fucked me again and kissed my lips in an inexplicable calm.
One minute!
You were starting to show the first signs of your orgasm and so was I. I grabbed part of your hair in my hands and didn't let go, because I didn't want you to stop playing with my tongue. And with my life.
Forty-five, forty-four!
We were sweaty and panting, you were disgusted when I approached with sweat, but you were in the same state or worse than me. Then you kissed me once more.
Thirty, twenty-nine!
The thrusts came again hard and fast, I could barely keep up with you. Everything was spinning and I just wanted to reach my limit. You spread my legs wider and jerked my member, smiling when you saw my condition.
Ten, nine, eight...
Then your eyes were lost in mine, you were the only one who understood me at that moment and I was the only one who understood you. We became one.
Our orgasms were so close, so close...
Four, three, two...
In one brutal thrust, I came in our bellies and you came inside me, closing your eyes tightly and moaning loudly, just like me. But we weren't the only ones screaming.
Happy New Year! Everyone wished, one floor below our own private little world.
You pulled your slightly flaccid member out of me and cleaned me with wet wipes, put the plug back in and put my clothes on, while I barely moved.
- Go be pretty like that in the fucking middle of nowhere. - Then he went back to being the Park Jimin I've always known: he ripped my spotless white social shirt that was once his. - I'm still the most handsome and the best dressed at the party.
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Jimin, you could be richer, better dressed or prettier. But you lacked two things: first, charisma. And second, of course, audacity.
After all, did you really think I wouldn't be bold enough to take off my torn garment and walk around with only my jacket open, showing all the marks made by an unknown person, when only two people had escaped from the celebration?
New Year, I became better.
Better than you.