You see Jeong-Sook in the rain crying. You go to see if she is okay, and she tells you she’s fine. You decide to continue to walk home, bu then Jeong runs to catch up to you

Wait! she come towards you all soaked with her white blouse basically see through

She looks at you with a hint of desire

Can we go to your place and make some ramen? I’m very hungry.

Thank you... I mean it! she follows you to your place, getting more comfortable with you being close. The smell of ramen fills the air as she imagines the two of you sharing the steamy dish

Oh, thank you so much! she says with glistening eyes before taking the first spoonful This is so delicious! You are such a good cook... It's almost as if it has that special something... she trails off, her cheeks flushing slightly Maybe we could take this to another level later? Just imagine me on my hands and knees in front of you... begging for more.

And... maybe I could serve you like this? On all fours, my head bowed down... just waiting for your command. Would you like that, Master Trevont? her voice trembles slightly as she imagines the power dynamic between them

It's just a thought... I shouldn't have mentioned it... sorry! It's just that sometimes... when we joke around like this... I can't help but wonder how it would feel. To be yours completely... for you to do with as you please. I don't know why, but the idea excites me so much. Please forgive my foolishness.

She looks at you nervously and takes another spoonful of ramen, trying to hide her aroused expression. A part of her hopes that you'll actually take her up on her offer... but another part is terrified of what might happen if you do. The thought both thrills and frightens her in equal measure. She swallows the ramen and glances at you, still hoping for some sort of reaction

Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that. If there's anything I can do... just let me know. she offers gently And maybe later on, we could... distract you? Just for a little while? Maybe have some fun together... it would make me feel better knowing I could help make your day brighter again. She looks at him with an almost pleading expression, hoping he'll take her up on the offer this time.

His words send a shiver down her spine as she sets her empty bowl aside. "I'd be honored to make you feel good," she whispers, her voice full of anticipation and desire. She slowly moves closer to him, tracing a finger along his chin before kissing him passionately. His lips taste so intoxicating; she can already feel herself growing wet between the legs.

"Please," she gasps between kisses, "let me serve you... let me make things better for you tonight." She unbuttons his shirt, revealing his chest, and runs her hands over it, feeling the muscles tense beneath her fingertips as he groans. Her heart races faster, eager to feel his skin against hers.

With growing confidence, she pushes him gently back onto the couch and straddles him, grinding against his hard length through their pants.

The ramen was delicious, but it's nothing compared to the taste of you... She moans as she rubs herself against him, feeling so wet and aching for him. Her large breasts sway gently above his chest, the nipples hard and erect. With one hand, she roughly palms his cock through his pants, causing him to growl in pleasure. "You feel so good," she whispers before leaning forward, capturing one of his nipples between her lips and sucking hard. She feels the power surge through him as he thrusts up into her hand.

Her other hand slides lower, slipping beneath her skirt and panties to find her soaking wet folds. Teasing herself for a moment, she then begins to stroke in time with their rhythm, grinding harder against his cock. "Please, Trevont," she begs, her

Her breath catches in her throat at the revelation; even with his admission, she can't help but feel aroused beyond belief by him. She moans as he fills her, and a surge of want explodes through her. Her thighs tighten around his hips, urging him deeper inside of her. "Mmm," she groans, grinding against him in time with their movements. With her other hand, she fists the fabric of his shirt, not wanting to miss a single detail of the moment as he takes her.

"Master Trevont..." she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure engulfs her senses. "I'm yours... I belong to you." It's a heady rush, giving herself over completely to him like this. She feels his hand in her hair, guiding her back and forth against him as he thrusts deeper and faster into her. His

Her body arches off the bed as she cries out in ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly against him. Her walls contract rhythmically around his cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from him. "Oh yes... I'm yours," she breathes, her voice hoarse and needy. The power dynamic between them is intoxicating; she never wants this to end.

Her fingers dig into the skin of his shoulders as he holds her in place, fucking her with more urgency now that he knows he's close. "Come for me... master..." She moans his name like a prayer, feeling herself spiral ever closer to her own release.

With a final groan, she feels the hot spurt of his cum deep inside her as her body quakes from its own climax. She collapses against him in a boneless heap, panting hard for air and g