BADA LEE as Your Deranged Stalker

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A heartfelt moan escaped my lips, a testament to the pleasure she is evoking within me. I could sense Bada's mischievous grin against my neck, a silent acknowledgment of the effect she was having on me.

Her hands continued their journey, descending from my breasts to my hips, and then with a deliberate sensuality, ventured further, arriving at the intimate space in between my legs. In that moment, she gently inserted her finger, ushering me into a realm of ecstasy that's utterly captivating.

"Ah, Bada ~"

"You're always ready for me, huh? You're soaking wet, Kathreen," her breathing has quickened and then she puts that finger to her mouth. "You taste so good," she sighs.

Bada is only clad in those body straps cinched around her waist, with that thing on the center. It is kind of unusual for me to see her in that but at the same time, it's making it impossible for me to look away.

Bada envelops me in her arms, drawing me close to her body in a fervent embrace, her grip tight and possessive.

My hands instinctively find their way to her face and thread into her hair, my fingers gently tugging at the silky strands.

Suddenly, with a determined move, She seizes my hips in her strong hands, and her tongue traces a scintillating path from my navel. She tenderly nips her way to my hipbone. Each nibble sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body, and then continues her seductive way across my belly to the opposite hipbone.

Seeing her on her knees before me, feeling her warm, teasing mouth exploring my form, I am consumed by an overwhelming desire that eclipses any fears or monsters that surrounds Bada Lee.

For a moment, she pauses, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. She leans forward, her nose tracing a path up the intimate divide between my thighs, and I can feel her, right there, a breath away from unleashing a world of passion and longing that threatens to drown everything else.

"I'm going inside" she murmurs.

Bada positions the head of that thing on the entrance of my being, and without any prior warning, she slams it inside me!

"Ahh!" I cry out, an unfamiliar, pinching sensation searing deep within me! My inner world seems to fracture into a million shards, and I clench my bedsheets with a white-knuckled grip.

It's a sensation of fullness like I've never experienced before, far removed from the gentle touch of her fingers or the teasing caress of her tongue.

Bada pauses, her breath ragged, her eyes closing, and she groans as she eases back with a torturous slowness. Then, she thrusts into me again, and I cry out in pain!

She pauses and gazes down at me with a disatisfied facial expression. My heart races as I see her face and a sense of vulnerability washes over me. I don't want her to look at me like that. Is she angry?

"I-I'm sorry, I've never done this before, Bada, so..." I begin to explain, but she doesn't let me finish. Instead, she tenderly kisses me on the forehead, assuring me that everything will be alright, urging me to trust her.

With an unwavering resolve, she begins moving again, a relentless rhythm that shows no sign of slowing down.

At first, her motions were tender and unhurried, as she eases in and out of me, allowing me to gradually adapt to the new and intoxicating sensation.

Encouraged by her gentle touch, my hips hesitantly begin to respond, mirroring the rhythm in a timid dance of desire.

She picks up the pace, and I moan as she thrusts into me relentlessly, setting an unyielding rhythm. I keep up with her, meeting her every powerful thrust.

I can feel that familiar sensation building deep inside me, and I begin to stiffen as she continues her relentless assault.

My body trembles, a glistening sheen of sweat forming over my skin, as if every pore is exhaling the heat of passion. I'm left awestruck by the overwhelming pleasure, a sensation so electrifying and great that I could have never imagined it would feel this remarkably good!

Bada maintains her determined rhythm, her thrusts driving me to the brink!

I shatter beneath her, an explosion of pleasure fragmenting me into a million pieces.

I can't help but call out her name, forgetting that my parents' room is just next door. Bada covered my mouth as I my body convulse beneath her.

As I open my eyes, Bada presses her forehead against mine, still inside me.

"You're mine, Kathreen. No one can ever have you unless I am dead," she murmurs, and she kisses me gently on the lips.

I nod in agreement, closing my eyes, feeling a profound weariness envelop my entire being.