Secretly Meeting With My Boss

So-young blushed and smacked her lips, but she did not avoid his gaze.

Taekyung, who had been silent for a long time, lowered his head. His lips, which have become hotter than usual, have become closer to each other.

"It's a foul to ask such a question. Are you saying you misunderstood me?”

"It's not like that… Heup."

Tae-kyung's lips overlapped hers as if he would not listen to So-young's excuse. Considering that he was relaxed the whole time, a rather impatient and rough kiss continued. So-young was swept away by the sudden heat and closed her eyes tightly.

"Haa, ha…"

As soon as the short but heavy kiss was over, So-young burst a breath. Taekyung also breathed out rougher than usual and attached his forehead to hers.

"You're the first one to be here. Family or friends."

“…….”

"Does that fact have any meaning to you?"

Taekyung looked at Soyoung with eyes full of blatant anticipation and excitement. With the silky robe in between, a fiercely erect penis pressed between her legs. Unable to contain his excitement, his hand gripped her thigh, which was exposed outside her robe.

"Ngh…"

Soyoung groaned at the physiological pain. Taekyung, who read her expression promptly, withdrew the strength from his hand. He rubbed his thigh harshly, as if trying to suppress his excitement. Soyoung whispered to him as if to comfort him.

"It's okay. It didn't hurt that much. And… I'm happy to hear that I'm the first one, even if it's a lie.”

Soyoung rubbed Taekyung's hot earlobes and pushed her finger through her hair. His breathing was disturbed by her more active touch than usual. She closed her eyes and whispered in a small voice.

"Stay still…"

Taekyung's excitement was transmitted through the body touch. He clenched his fists as if he was not sure what to do, but followed Soyoung like a well-trained dog. His hand, barely feeling his grip, was quietly prowling around his thigh.

So-young was the only one who was the first person to come into this space and Taekyung was so obedient to her.

At that moment, So-young suddenly felt the excitement of raising. Her active desire, which differed from usual, pricked her vigorously. Encouraged by the unfamiliar satisfaction, she uttered impulsive words.

"Team leader…"

“……”

"Do you want to be tied up?"

Taekyung couldn't hide his surprise this time. But for a while, he burst into laughter and buried his face on the nape of her neck.

"…Han Soyoung, you're really a perv."

Soyoung could not deny Taekyung's words. There was a bit of resentment, and she was rambling on with some excuses.

"That's… But the team leader is at fault, too. It's because of you that I became like this, if it's not you…”

As soon as So-young's words were over, the size of his penis touching her thighs increased. Taekyung, who had stiffened his whole body, muttered with a rough breath.

"I almost came."

"What?"

"If you didn't mean it, do you know how to sway a person without consciousness?"

"Hm…!"

Taekyung buried her head in her chest without warning. The nipple was sucked like suction, and was scratched by the tooth. Soyoung could not keep up with Taekyung's abruptly excited beat and twisted her waist. Her thighs widened, fighting defensively against his caress, ravenously sucking the peaks of her chest.

"Heuk, uhngh…….”

Taekyung, who tasted Soyoung's chest until she melted, raised his body. Then I brought over a belt and tie as soon as he could in the dress room inside the bedroom.

"Take it."

Taekyung held them out to So-young. There was an obvious expectation that could not be believed to be a man who had been sucking her chest until just now.

"I don't know if you have a hobby of tying someone up, so if you have, I'll prepare properly next time.”

"It's not to that extent…"

"You can tie me as much as you want, anywhere."

The overly cooperative attitude seemed to tease So-young for some reason. She regretted giving a useless excuse, but she couldn't deny the fact that she was tempting when she held the belt in her hand. In the end, curiosity beat the humble pride.

"Can I… really tie you?”

"Then are you not going to do it?"

There was no reason to exclude him from cooperating so actively.

So-young tied Taekyung's wrist poorly with a belt, and while she was at it, she covered his eyes with a tie. Then she looked through her work and blushed.

"What should I do…"

Taekyung was wearing a disorganized gown, his eyes covered and his hands were bound behind his back. Thick chest muscles and light-colored nipples gently showed through the gap in the middle. The stiff penis lifted his gown and stood up and spilled pre-cum.

A helpless, handsome man. It was a racy sight that made her legs throb just by looking at him.