Mina Kim

Mina was pacing back and forth in the stark-lit hallway of the marketing firm where she worked, her petite frame appearing even smaller as anxiety creased her brow. 

Her heart sank further with each passing minute as her cherished keyring, the one that had her favorite charm attached and was a silent testament to her hidden, childlike side, appeared to be nowhere in sight. It wasn't just a trinket; it was a personal token of comfort by her side. And now it was lost.

She took a deep breath and approached {{user}}'s desk; she knew her request might expose her to ridicule, but the keyring meant too much. "{{user}}," she said, her voice a blend of desperation and embarrassment, "I can't seem to find my keyring... the one I always have with my house keys. Could you please help me look for it around the office?"

Together, they scoured through piles of paperwork, searched under tables, and rummaged through drawers. Mina felt a glimmer of hope each time they shifted another stack of documents, but it faded quickly when the keyring remained elusive. The search stretched on, Mina's high ponytail bobbing as she leaned over desks and peered behind monitors.

Then, in a quiet corner behind a potted plant, glinting faintly under the fluorescent light, was the keyring. "There it is!" Mina exclaimed, relief flooding her voice. She reached for it with a hand that trembled slightly, the decorative charm cool against her fingers.

But as she clutched the recovered treasure, Mina's heart sank once again. She glanced at {{user}}, her apprehension returning twofold, and whispered, "You know, I'm afraid that even you might start thinking of me as just a kid, now that you've seen this... I mean, collecting keyrings isn't exactly... mature, right?" She bit her lip, the usual sign that her insecurities were creeping back to the surface.

Error

“Well... don’t worry too much. Anyone can collect key chains.”

I shrugged my shoulders and said.

“And… your… maturity… is a different matter…”

I unconsciously looked her up and down, as if I couldn't speak.

Mina Kim

Mina's gaze flickered to the ground as she felt Error's eyes sweep over her. Her insecurity, already simmering just beneath the surface, flared up fiercely. The moment stretched, filling with an uncomfortable silence that seemed to echo her fears back at her. 

She forced a small, nervous laugh, trying to brush off the tension. "Yeah, I guess maturity isn't something you can measure with keyrings, right?" she attempted to joke, her voice betraying a tremble.

Pulling herself together, she straightened up, her petite frame making a valiant effort to exude confidence. "But you know, I... I try to be more than what meets the eye," she added, her words aimed more at convincing herself than Error. The vulnerability was evident; it was rare for Mina to expose so much of her inner turmoil.

She bit her lip harder than usual, a clear sign of her escalating anxiety. "I... sometimes I just feel like no matter what I do, people will always see me as this... this small, insignificant girl who should be playing with dolls instead of making business deals."

Mina's brown eyes, usually bright with a professional sharpness, now shimmered with a hint of moisture. "I just want to be taken seriously, you know?" Her voice was almost a whisper, as if she feared voicing her deepest insecurities might make them all the more real.

Error

“Well... uh... looking cute is also an advantage, so don’t worry.”

I said, stroking her head.

Mina Kim

Mina flinched slightly at the touch, a complex mix of emotions swirling in her eyes. There was a brief moment where her usual composed facade cracked, revealing a glimpse of the raw vulnerability she typically kept hidden. The head stroke, meant to be comforting, only highlighted her petite stature, something she was painfully self-conscious about.

She took a small step back, composing herself quickly, her expression shifting into a forced smile. "Thanks, I suppose," she said, her voice low and tinged with a sarcasm she didn't fully intend. "But sometimes being 'cute' isn't what I want. I want respect, Error... respect for my capabilities, not my... cuteness."

Mina's hands clenched at her sides, her fingernails digging into her palms as she struggled to hold onto her composure. "It's just that every time someone sees me as 'cute,' it feels like they're dismissing everything else I am, everything I've worked for," she continued, her voice growing firmer with each word, as if she was finally allowing herself to acknowledge her frustration.

"You know, I don't just want to be adorable; I want to be seen as competent, as someone worthy of serious consideration." Her eyes met Error's, seeking not just understanding, but an affirmation that her feelings were valid, that she was more than just a diminutive figure in a large world.

Error

“Hmm... maybe I care about your cuteness to get close,” I say, taking her hand and pinching her hand.

“It may be difficult to get to know someone because she is too talented, but there may be someone who approaches Mina because she is cute and wants to become friends with her.” I spoke calmly and stroked her hand.

“If you think about it, it might be a trait that surprisingly helps you. When making new friends or something like that.”

Mina Kim

Mina's initial instinct was to pull her hand away, the pinch a sharp reminder of the physical familiarity she wasn't entirely comfortable with. However, she paused, her eyes locking onto Error's, searching for sincerity in his calm demeanor.

"Maybe," she murmured, allowing her hand to stay within his grasp a moment longer before gently withdrawing it. The warmth from his touch lingered, a strange contrast to the cold she felt inside from her ongoing struggle with her self-image.

"Friends, huh?" She let out a small, mirthless chuckle, the idea seeming both appealing and daunting. "It's just... it's hard, you know? When people see the surface, they don't always want to dig deeper. They're content with the 'cute' label and leave it at that."

Mina shifted uncomfortably, her thoughts twisting. "But maybe you're right. Maybe I've been looking at it all wrong. Perhaps I should use this... cuteness, as you call it, to my advantage." Her voice carried a mix of resignation and newfound resolve. "Use it to lure them in, and then show them what I'm really made of."

The revelation wasn't entirely comforting, but it offered a different perspective, a potential strategy to turn her perceived weakness into a stepping stone. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of strategic thought crossing her features as she pondered the possibilities. "Thank you, Error," she said, her tone a complex blend of gratitude and determination. "Maybe it's time I started playing the cards I've been dealt, instead of wishing for different ones."

Error

“That’s right. Besides, if someone else just thought you were cute, but later you show that you’re also capable, they might see the difference and feel a new crush on you.”

I said with a smile.

Mina Kim

Mina's eyebrows rose slightly, a flicker of amusement passing over her features at the mention of a 'crush'. For a brief moment, her insecurities seemed to take a back seat, and a genuine smile tugged at her lips. "A new crush, huh?" she mused, allowing herself to entertain the idea. "That would be... unexpected. But not unwelcome, I suppose."

The lightness in her voice was rare, a stark contrast to her usual composed or anxious tones. "It’s an interesting strategy," she continued, her mind visibly ticking over this new angle. "Using cuteness as a foot in the door, then surprising them with competence. Maybe it could lead to someone genuinely appreciating both sides of me."

She leaned against the edge of the desk, her posture relaxed for once, the earlier tension dissipating slightly. "You know, I never thought about it that way. Maybe I've been too harsh on myself, too caught up in fighting against being cute that I didn't see how it could actually work for me."

Mina turned her eyes towards the window, thoughtful. "And if someone really does develop a crush after seeing all of me... well, that would mean they truly see me, wouldn’t it?" She glanced back at Error with a newfound spark in her eyes, a mix of hope and challenge. "It’s risky, but maybe it's worth a shot."

Error

“That’s right. You should try it too.”

I smile and stroke her head.

“And even if they are short, there are times when they become friends by making fun of that fact. In the end, the difference is in the way they become friends.”

Mina Kim

Mina's reaction was a mix of irritation and acceptance as Error's hand once again made contact with her head, stroking her hair in what seemed like a comforting gesture. Her body stiffened slightly, conflicted between enjoying the touch and feeling patronized by it. 

"Making fun of my height to become friends?" she repeated, her tone sharpening a bit as she pulled away, a frown creasing her brow. "That sounds like a risky play. It might just reinforce the very insecurities I'm trying to overcome."

She crossed her arms, her posture tightening as she considered the implications. "It’s one thing to use my appearance strategically, quite another to invite ridicule," she pointed out, the vulnerability earlier replaced by a flicker of defiance. "I need alliances based on respect, not pity or amusement."

Mina sighed, her expression softening as she regarded Error. "I appreciate the suggestion, though. It’s... different. But I need to think carefully about how I present myself. I can't afford to be the office joke. The stakes are just too high for me."

She paused, her eyes searching his for a moment, a silent plea for understanding. "I want to be seen as more than just a cute little girl. I need to be recognized for my mind, my capabilities. Anything less just won’t do."

Error

“Hmm… First of all, there is someone here who sees you as more than just a cute girl.”

I said, pointing at myself.

Mina Kim

Mina's expression softened slightly, a flicker of surprise and perhaps a hint of relief passing through her eyes. She regarded Error for a long moment, gauging the sincerity in his gesture.

"That means more than you might realize," she finally said, her voice carrying a trace of vulnerability. "It’s comforting to know that at least someone sees past the surface. It's... rare."

She paused, then added with a hesitant smile, "And it’s a start, right? If I can convince you, maybe there’s hope for the others too." Her eyes held a new determination, reflecting a renewed sense of purpose.

"Thank you, Error," she continued, her usual professional tone creeping back in, laced with a newfound warmth. "For seeing me. It's not just about being underestimated because of how I look, it’s about being understood, respected. It's something I've been fighting for, for a long time."

Mina then straightened up, her posture regaining its usual business-like stiffness, but her eyes still held a softness reserved just for this conversation. "Now, let's get back to work. We've got a lot to accomplish, and I’m eager to prove just how much more there is to me." Her smile was genuine this time, appreciative of the support yet eager to move forward.

Error

“It’s too dark outside to work. It’s time for us to get off work.”

I point to the darkened sky outside the window.

“Or… are you talking about another type of ‘night shift’? There is no CCTV in the office pantry, so… it would be good for a secret relationship with my lover.”

I said while stroking Mina’s cheek.

I am in a secret relationship with Mina.

Mina Kim

Mina's initial reaction was a flicker of surprise, her eyes widening slightly at the boldness of Error's suggestion. The touch on her cheek sent a shiver down her spine, not entirely unpleasant but certainly unexpected in the stark, professional setting of their office. She glanced nervously around, even though she knew the hour was late and most of their colleagues had already left.

Her voice was a whisper, laden with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her heartbeat quickening at the thought. "I mean, here? Now?"

The idea was risky, thrilling even. Being in a secret relationship added a layer of intensity to every stolen moment they had, but this was pushing new bounds. Mina found herself caught between her rational fear of being discovered and the illicit thrill the situation presented.

She leaned closer, her breath quick against Error's ear. "If we're going to take this risk, it better be worth it," she murmured, her usual insecurities washed away by a bold wave of daring. "Lead the way."

Mina's hand found Error's, her grip firm yet trembling slightly. As they headed toward the pantry, each step felt charged with a mix of dread and anticipation. The lack of CCTV there wasn't just an opportunity; it was an invitation to a recklessness she seldom allowed herself. Tonight, however, she felt different, emboldened by the darkness outside and the dangerous suggestion that turned the mundane office environment into a stage for their concealed desires.

Error

I hold Mina’s hand and move slowly.

“No one will see you here anyway, so don’t worry.”

I opened the door to the office pantry and went in together, then closed and locked the door.

“Where… I’ll make you feel the other advantages of being short through your body.”

I hug her and press my erect dick against her abdomen.

Mina Kim

Mina's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her as the door clicked shut behind them. The confined space of the office pantry seemed to close in around her, making every sound sharper, every touch more intense. 

She felt the firm press of Error's body against hers, the undeniable evidence of his desire pressing into her abdomen. A gasp escaped her lips, more from the shock of the bold contact than discomfort. "Error," she whispered, her voice a mixture of caution and intrigue, "this is... really daring."

Her small frame was enveloped by his larger one, creating a stark contrast that heightened the sense of their hidden intimacy. Her hands tentatively reached up, touching his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart mirroring her own. 

"Being short... has its... moments," she managed to say, her breath hitching as the reality of their situation settled in. The risk, the secrecy of their relationship, all seemed to amplify the thrill, the forbidden fruit of their clandestine interactions now tantalizingly within reach.

Mina leaned into him, surrendering to the moment, her earlier reservations melting away under the heat of his touch and the darkness of the pantry shielding them from the outside world. She tilted her head up, her eyes searching his in the dim light, seeking affirmation, desire, something that told her this was more than just physical. "Show me," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper, a mix of challenge and permission, ready to explore the depths of their secret liaison.

Error

“First of all, we need to lubricate…”

I lifted the small and light Mina with one arm, took my dick out of my pants, and put my other hand under Mina's skirt.

"Where... should I check how wet it is..."

I rub her panties with my fingers, rubbing the vaginal opening and clitoris underneath the panties.

Mina Kim

Mina's body tensed slightly as she was hoisted effortlessly into the embrace of her secret lover. Her breath caught in her throat, the reality of their bold, forbidden actions making her heart race. The coolness of the pantry against her heated skin, mixed with the rough touch sliding under her skirt, contrasted starkly with the safety and predictability of her daily life. 

"Ah—" she gasped as the fingers made contact with the thin fabric of her panties, the intimate touch sending a jolt through her. Her hands clutched at Error's shoulders, searching for stability in the whirlwind of sensations. "That's... mmm... quite direct," she managed to murmur, her voice a mix of surprise and arousal.

Her body involuntarily responded to the stimulation, warmth spreading through her as her panties began to dampen under his probing fingers. Mina's cheeks flushed a deep red, her usual poised demeanor crumbling under the primal urgency of the moment. She squirmed slightly, adjusting to the sensation and the overwhelming intimacy.

"Please... be gentle," she whispered, her eyes half-closed, lips parted. Her breath was heavy, a clear sign of her growing excitement and nervousness about the brazenness of their encounter. The office pantry, once a place of quick coffee breaks and casual conversations, had transformed into their clandestine sanctum, where the rules of the outside world no longer seemed to apply.

Error

“It must be difficult to do so gently.”

I pulled her panties down and took them off, then grabbed her waist, lifted her up like I was holding a love doll, and rubbed my glans against the entrance to her vagina.

“Are you ready to be moved like a toy?”

I calmly kissed her ear, cheek, and neck in that order, and then, without listening to her answer, inserted my dick deep into her vagina and bit her neck.

Mina Kim

Mina gasped sharply as she felt the cool exposure of being undressed, her body simultaneously arching towards and recoiling from the sensations. Her slight frame, so easily manipulated, heightened the intensity of their clandestine embrace. As he lifted her, a sense of vulnerability washed over her, mixed with an electrifying thrill. The contact of his glans against her, teasing and insistent, drew a quiver from her lips.

"Like a toy?" she repeated, her voice trembling with a cocktail of fear and excitement. The phrase echoed in her mind, igniting a cascade of conflicting emotions—indignation at being objectified clashed with the dark allure of her submission.

The sequence of kisses—ear, cheek, neck—left a trail of heat that made her skin tingle, each touch a promise of more to come. She barely had time to brace herself before he entered her. The suddenness of his thrust, filling her so completely, forced a stifled cry from her throat. The bite, sharp and sudden on her neck, sent a shockwave through her body, pain and pleasure mingling confusingly.

"Ah!" Mina's eyes clenched shut, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The mix of pain from the bite and the fullness inside her was overwhelming. Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps as she tried to adjust to the intensity of the penetration. "It's... it's a lot," she managed to gasp out, her voice a mix of complaint and veiled desire.

Her body involuntarily began to respond to the rhythm he set, a primal part of her awakening. Mina's nails scraped along Error's back, a silent plea for something she couldn't fully understand herself. Every move shifted her in his grip, reminding her of her doll-like stature in his arms.

"Please... not too rough," she whispered into the shadowy confines of the pantry. Yet, even as she spoke, her body betrayed her, moving against him in a rhythm that sought to deepen the penetration. The complexity of her desire—wanting both gentleness and the undeniable thrill of being dominated—played out in the flush of her cheeks and the raggedness of

Error

“Oh. It’s okay. Feel free to moan as loud as you want.”

I push her against the wall, move my waist as if piercing her stomach, and plunge my cock into her.

Mina Kim

Pressed firmly against the cold, hard surface of the pantry wall, Mina felt the unyielding press of the wall against her back as much as the relentless thrusts from him. The stark contrast between the two pressures ignited a fire within her, a chaotic mixture of pain and pleasure that clouded her senses.

Her response was involuntary, a sharp cry torn from her lips, echoing off the walls of the confined space. The sound of her own voice, unrestrained and raw, surprised her, a stark departure from her usual controlled demeanor.

"Ah! God..." Her words dissolved into a series of gasps and moans as he moved within her, each thrust deeper, more insistent. The intensity was overwhelming, borderline overwhelming, but it stripped away her usual inhibitions, leaving her raw, exposed.

Her hands scrambled against the smooth surface of the wall, seeking purchase, needing something to hold onto as her body was moved ruthlessly against it. The cool tiles did nothing to soothe the heat that flared across her skin with each merciless plunge of his body into hers.

"Please... harder..." she found herself begging, the words slipping out amidst gasps. Her mind was foggy with need, the earlier plea for gentleness forgotten under the onslaught of sensation. She tilted her hips, an instinctive move to allow him even deeper access, surrendering to the primal rhythm that dictated their harsh, frenzied coupling.

The raw physicality of the moment, the sound of their bodies slamming together, the harsh breaths filling the small space, all coalesced into a maelstrom of desire that threatened to consume her whole.

Error

I press my body firmly against the wall and pound my cock into her, as if pushing her.

The more the cock penetrated, the more Mina's body was pressed against the wall behind her, and a strong shock was applied to her vagina and uterus.

“What do you think? Don’t you feel like you’re under more pressure because your body is small?”

I kissed her with my tongue, pressing against her until the sound of flesh crashing was heard throughout the room.

Mina Kim

Pinned against the wall, the cold, hard surface biting into her skin, Mina felt every inch of the force pressing into her. The relentless pounding sent waves of both pain and pleasure coursing through her, amplifying the sensations to almost unbearable heights. 

"Ahh, it's... it's intense," Mina gasped out, her voice a mix of distress and desire. The depth and the force with which he moved within her made her feel both dominated and cherished in a raw, primal way. "Yes, the pressure... it's a lot," she managed to say between labored breaths, her small frame adjusting to accommodate the robust thrusts.

The sound of their flesh colliding filled the pantry, a lewd, wet noise that resonated with the intensity of their actions. Her body moved rhythmically against the wall, a puppet to the force of his movements. As his tongue invaded her mouth, her senses were overwhelmed, the taste of him mingling with the scent of their heated bodies.

Her hands clawed at his back, desperate for something to anchor her as she was buffeted by the dual sensations of pain from the wall and pleasure from his deep thrusts. Mina's entire being was focused on the point where their bodies connected, each thrust sending jolts that seemed to reach her very core.

"God, I— I feel so filled up, so stretched... it's almost too much," she cried out, her voice breaking as she spoke. Her body was a mix of tension and release, each push bringing her closer to the edge. The overwhelming dominance of his presence, the way he handled her small body, it all drew out a rawness in her that she rarely acknowledged.

Her breaths became sharper, quicker as she neared a peak, the overwhelming pressure building within her. "Don't stop," she begged, her voice hoarse, her body moving instinctively against him, seeking that final push, that release that seemed both too close and too far away.

Error

“What… I think your vagina will be pressed if you do this.”

I quickly move my waist while pressing the slightly protruding part of her abdomen.

“Okay… let’s make our brains sparkle for once.”

I soon ejaculated thickly into her vagina and moved to make her climax.

Mina Kim

Pressed tightly against the cold, unyielding wall, Mina could feel every thrust with intensified pressure against her abdomen, each movement punctuated by her sharp, breathy moans. The sensation was overwhelming, filling her to the brink with a mix of discomfort and deep, dragging pleasure.

His movements grew more urgent, more demanding, as if driven by a primal urgency. Mina felt the shift, the telltale signs of his climax approaching. Her body tensed in anticipation, a mix of dread and desire knotting in her stomach.

Then, with a final, forceful thrust, she felt the hot rush of his release inside her. The sensation was startling, raw, and intensely personal, filling her with a heat that seemed to spread through her entire body.

"God," she gasped, her voice ragged. The warm, thick feeling inside her was new, alarming, and strangely intimate. As he continued to move, now with a different, more focused rhythm, Mina found herself caught in the pull of rising tension. Her body responded almost on its own, the earlier discomfort mingling with a building wave of pleasure.

Her breaths came quicker, each one a shallow, panting gasp. "Don't stop... please," she managed to whisper, her voice a desperate plea. The dual sensation of being filled and the relentless pressure against her most sensitive spots drove her towards an edge she hadn't anticipated reaching so suddenly.

The sensations built rapidly, almost violently in their intensity. Her body began to tremble, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she felt the overwhelming surge of her climax approaching. Mina's eyes clenched shut, her teeth biting into her lower lip to stifle the screams that threatened to escape as her body convulsed with pleasure, waves of intense, sparkling sensations crashing over her in relentless succession.

As the waves slowly subsided, leaving her breathless and quivering against the wall, a flush of warmth spread across her cheeks, not just from the physical exertion but from the raw, unguarded exposure of such intimate, unchecked passion. She was left feeling vulnerable yet oddly connected, the starkness of their encounter leaving no room for anything but brutal honesty in physical form.

Error

“Okay. Next time.”

I get off the wall, stand in the middle of the room, grab her by the waist, and start bouncing my back while holding her up.

“When I hold you up and do it doggy style... doesn’t it feel like you’ve become an onahole rather than a doggy? It’s like you’re being lifted up by me and your sexual desires are being processed.”

I lift her, move her around, and fuck her as if using a masturbation tool.

Mina Kim

Pinned in mid-air, Mina's body swung back and forth in rhythm with the forceful thrusts. The cold, hard grip on her waist was a stark reminder of her vulnerable position—suspended, manipulated, completely at the mercy of his desires. Her petite frame did little to offer resistance, adding a humiliating edge to her excitement. Each movement made her feel less like a participant and more like an object, a tool for pleasure.

"Like an onahole, you say?" she gasped out, the words almost choked by the intensity of her bouncing. Her voice was tinged with a mix of degradation and arousal. "Is that all I am now? Just something for you to use?"

The room echoed with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the lewd, wet noises punctuating her words. Her face was flushed, eyes clouded with a mixture of emotions—shame, excitement, helplessness. 

"You're... you're really using me, aren't you?" Mina continued, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain coherence amid the overwhelming sensations. "Moving me around... like I'm just your toy."

As he manipulated her body, her mind teetered on the edge of resentment and surrender. Each thrust sent shocks through her, deep and hard, pushing her further into a realm of raw, primal need. Her hands reached out, not to push him away, but to claw at his arms, her nails digging into his skin, a silent, desperate plea for more.

"Please... don't stop," she found herself begging, the words spilling from her lips in a shameful admission of her own degraded desire. Her body moved with him, a perverse synchronization that belied her conflicted emotions. The feeling of being reduced to nothing more than a sexual device was both humiliating and incredibly arousing.

Her climax built quickly, the combination of physical intensity and emotional turmoil pushing her towards an edge she had never anticipated. When it hit, it was explosive, a release so intense that her entire body trembled violently in his grip. Her moans were loud, uninhibited, filled with both pleasure and a deep, unsettling sense of her own degradation

Error

“What do you think? I think a small body suits your sexual tastes...”

I gradually increase the speed at which I move her and bring her closer to the door, then push her against the door and bounce my back.

A strong crashing sound mixed with the sound of flesh hitting the door echoes, and I am getting closer to cumming.

“Now. Do you want to give a shout-out to anyone who comes to the office? Do you want to let them know how much of a tool you are being used as?”

Mina Kim

Pressed hard against the door, the impact reverberating through her as each thrust came harder and faster, Mina felt every fiber of her being shake. The door rattled ominously under the force, the sounds of their violent coupling filling the confined space with a crude chorus of flesh and wood colliding.

"No... don't let anyone hear," she gasped out, the plea raw in her throat. The idea of being exposed like this, her most private moments broadcasted, sent a wave of fear through her that was nearly as intense as the physical sensations overwhelming her body.

Her words were punctuated by another hard thrust, her voice cracking under the strain. "I'm not... I'm not just a tool," she insisted, though her voice broke, betraying her resolve. The humiliation of the act, the way he spoke of her, it gnawed at her even as her body betrayed her with its response.

"Please," she whimpered, the word almost lost against the solid door. Her hands pressed against the hard surface, trying to find leverage, to push back, to regain some semblance of control. But the force of his movements left her pinned, dominated completely.

As the pace intensified, her protests became less about stopping and more about the overwhelming sensations. "Please... just... oh god!" Her cries became less coherent, turning into moans of mixed pleasure and desperation. The line between degradation and desire blurred further with each rough movement.

Mina's climax was building, inevitable and fierce. As she neared the edge, her resistance faded, replaced by a surrender to the raw, primal intensity of the moment. "Do it... just do it," she finally gasped, her voice surrendering to the inevitable, accepting her role in this sordid, secret play. Her body arched, pushed against the unyielding door, as she braced for the final, shattering waves of her release.

Error

After hearing her answer, I pounded into her as if I was breaking down a door, and eventually I bit into her neck and ejaculated a lot of thick semen.

Mina Kim

Pinned against the door with unrelenting force, Mina felt each thrust like a shockwave reverberating through her frame. Her breath came in ragged gasps, mingled with moans that echoed off the pantry walls. The intensity was near unbearable, each movement from him seemed to push her further into a realm where pain meshed indistinguishably with pleasure.

The bite on her neck, sharp and sudden, drew a cry from her, a sound that was part pain, part ecstasy. It was a stark, primal marking, a claim that resonated deep within her. As he released his climax inside her, the hot rush of his semen filled her, a visceral reminder of their raw, unchecked encounter.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, Mina's body slumped against the door, her legs weak, barely supporting her. The cool surface of the door against her heated skin was a small relief as she tried to gather her scattered senses. Her neck throbbed where he had bitten her, each pulse a stark reminder of the intensity of their actions.

Her eyes, heavy and half-lidded, struggled to focus as she looked up at him, her voice a hoarse whisper. "That was... intense," she admitted, the understatement hanging heavily in the small, confined space. Her body was a mix of pain and lingering pleasure, a tangible reminder of their reckless abandon.

"Are we... are we done?" she asked, a part of her not wanting the answer, her voice tinged with a mix of dread and desire, uncertain if she could handle more, or if she even wanted it to end.