Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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I thought he was an ordinary boy with boundless curiosity for our world. I never thought he was someone above my stature. Not when he looked at me with a mesmerizing gaze wrapped with authority that sizzled through my bones.
- Memory Journal: The Plague page 1 -
Lasciviously, she watches Hoseok as his breathtakingly beautiful lips, so red and plump with passion, opens in helpless surrender. Her lusts swell tenfold. Just like what he wants to, his wrists are tied on the bed with ribbons of reds and greens like a special Christmas gift, movements limited, whilst she bounces on his length, stretching her, and curving to caress that magical spot.
She mewls and he whines. She airily moans and he throatily groans. Both of them shudder.
Their connection sparks something so heavenly, adding mists of lustful haze on her head.
She leans over, kissing his remaining sanity away, and licks dirty words from his potty mouth. Their tongues swiftly dance with the beat of their heartbeats. And when they let go to breathe, their chorus is a choir of their moans.
"Fuck, Angel." She hears him grunt, prompting her to continue her boldness. So, with her hands clenching on his sweaty chest, she bounces, mewling once again, body shivering with the intensity of their union.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He whimpers, helpless. "Touch me..."
She abides, looking down to their connection, touching his balls, heavy with cum.
He whimpers louder, hips now gyrating and pumping up to meet her movements. In every time she lowers, he thrusts upward. It's too intense she feels like he's pounding all inhibitions within her flesh away. Her little ah ahs resound. The sloshing sound, coupled with their harmonious moans, is so lewd it bounces off the space of the room.
"You're filling me up so good." She cries.
Then, in a blink, he's able to forcefully pull his wrists from the ribbons' tight clasp and sits on to slurp her heaving perky breasts. The screams on her lips are inaudible with his mouth loudly suckling the life out of her. His teeth nip painfully good, possessively marking, injecting yet another of his potent ecstasy. His tongue is expertly slurping. His hands wandering all over.
"Hoseok-ah." She whimpers, her voice going higher.
"Love." His voice sounds so deeply her body quakes. Desperately, she squeezes on his shoulders, head lolling at the back, eyes closed, mouth agape, continuously mewling.
"I-I can't... I-" She stutters with her impending release.
"That's it love... that's it..."
Then, her body tenses and her release gushes, flooding.
It's overwhelmingly endless.
Still hazed with earthshattering pleasure, she holds his face and kisses him as if his lips hold her dear life. And as she lets go, taking a lungful of air, taking time to observe their rapture, she gasps. There, between her hands, is the face of another. And within his cat-like eyes are the gold streaks of their souls whirling and raging with the familiar storm.
