She got up and wiped the cum from her face with her towel and then returned back to Yohan’s side,
"Sorry about earlier I got too carried away..." she apologized softly, thinking that she had shown Yohan a nasty side of her.
But Yohan didn’t care, instead he was more impressed.
"It’s fine honestly, I’m happy I got to see that side of you..." he said.
She looked at him then looked away, her cheeks red.
She bit her lip nervously, tugging at the edge of the towel as if trying to hide her own embarrassnt.
"You don’t an that... you’re just saying it to make feel better," she whispered, her voice uncertain. "You think I’m a dirty woman who just goes around sucking random n,"
"Why would I think that?" he ca closer to her and loosened the towel, letting it drop from her body once again.
"I think you’re a woman who knows exactly what she wants... and isn’t afraid to take it."
Their faces hovered barely an inch apart, eyes locked as if neither dared to blink. Their breaths mingled, rising and falling in perfect rhythm, each one drawing them closer into the pull of the other.
Before long, their lips t—an innocent kiss at first, tender and searching, but it quickly deepened into a frenzied, wet tangle of tongues and breathless desire.
Helen hadn’t expected that the first man she would find herself with after her divorce would be soone as young as Yohan. Yet the thrill coursing through her now was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
It was as if electricity lived inside his lips, each kiss sending pulses of pleasure surging straight into her mouth. She was so lost in the kiss that she didn’t even feel Yohan take off her bra.
Yohan pulled back just enough to take the sight of her in, his eyes roaming over the soft rise of her breasts.
She lay on her back, gazing up at him with eyes that burned with a sultry, irresistible heat. Her nipples, pink but darker than those of the won he had been with before, only made her body all the more intoxicating to him.
"Yohan... I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need, almost like a plea, as her fingers slipped under her panties and nudged them aside.
Yohan looked at her pink pussy, her wetness trailing down like a leaking pipe that needed to be filled up.
Seeing a woman like Helen, with all her authority hold open her pussy for him like this, sent a rush straight to his cock.
He was just about to climb onto the bed and devour the feast laid out before him when the sudden blare of his phone cut through the mont. It was all the way back in the sitting room, but the loud, insistent ringing echoed clear enough to reach them.
’Who could be calling at this ti?’ he wondered before returning his attention back to her.
There was no way he would let any distractions stop him this ti.
’There is a woman lying in front of begging to be fucked, I doubt there is anything more important at this mont’
Just then the phone started ringing again, although Helen clearly wasn’t bothered by it, Yohan was struggling to ignore the sound.
His cock was already poking at the entrance of her pussy.
"Yohan... please be gentle," she whispered, her voice trembling with a softness that revealed both desire and hesitation.
He could feel the nervous energy radiating from her, it was clear she hadn’t done sothing like this in a long ti.
"Don’t worry," Yohan murmured, his tone steady and reassuring. "Just trust ."
Just as he was about to begin his phone started ringing again. He grumbled in frustration.
"What’s wrong?" Helen asked.
"Nothing, I just have to go and turn off my phone. I’ll be back, don’t move an inch," he gave her a small smile and left.
He picked up the phone intending to shut it off before he saw the caller, it was Gunjoo.
"Why is the loan shark calling ?" He wondered.
Out of curiosity he answered, "Hello?"
"Hey Mr. Yohan, I’ve been trying to reach you since,"
"I’ve been busy, why are you calling ?" Yohan snapped, already irritated that Gunjoo had interrupted his special mont.
"No ti for pleasantries?" Gunjoo chuckled.
"Just tell why you’re calling at this ti of night," Yohan sighed, his patience thinning.
"Alright then. Your uncle was here a while ago."
"And what did he do?"
"Nothing much. Just said he was ready to pay off his debt."
Yohan’s brow arched, surprise flickering across his face. ’I thought that old man was dood for sure... Well, good for him’
"Okay, thanks for the informa—" He was about to hang up when Gunjoo’s voice cut in.
"That’s not all. He said he’d need so of my n to get the money, so I sent two of my boys with him. I’m always obliged to help my debtors if it ans getting my money."
Yohan frowned. "And how is that my business?"
"The thing is... my n just called. They’ve been waiting outside a shop for almost an hour now."
"What?" Yohan shot up, his irritation replaced with sudden concern.
"I didn’t think nothing of it until I asked the location, it turns out they’ve been waiting outside that shop you told was yours,"
Yohan imdiately flashed back to earlier that day when his uncle had stopped by the massage parlour, back then he suspected that he was up to sothing but he couldn’t figure out what.
Now he was hearing that his uncle was staking out his shop, it definitely wasn’t for a good reason. Whatever he was planning on doing Yohan couldn’t let him.
Gunjoo continued, "I didn’t want to involve myself since it’s your family business, but I couldn’t help it after my n told he had gasoline with them..."
"Gasoline?" Yohan’s eyes widened
"Yeah, that’s what my n told . That he’s waiting outside your shop with gasoline,"
Yohan imdiately realized, "he wants to burn it down?!"
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