Sunja stepped into the sleek Seoul cafe, her tailored dress hugging her curves at 47, a devoted wife from Canada whose faith had always steered her straight. YongJu rose, that old university spark in his eyes. "Sunja, you look even more tempting than when you turned me down all those years ago. Married life in Canada treating you well?"
She smirked, sliding into the seat with confident poise. "YongJu, still the charmer? I said no back then because I knew better than to chase distractions. You're married too now—does your wife know you're lunching with an old 'no' from uni?"
Their banter sharpened over bibimbap and soju. "You rejected me for God," he teased, leaning closer. "But here you are, all grown and glowing. Admit it, part of you wondered what my cock would feel like back then."
Sunja laughed, sharp and unyielding. "Wondered? Maybe. But I chose my path. You're still chasing what you can't have. Or can you?" The air thickened; she suggested his nearby hotel for 'privacy.' Inside the room, restraint shattered. She pushed him against the wall, kissing fiercely. "Don't think I'm submissive," she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt. His hands roamed her ass as she freed his hard cock, stroking it with wicked intent.
"Horny already?" YongJu panted, fingers slipping under her dress to find her pussy wet and dripping. Sunja moaned, guiding him down for a blowjob that left him sweating. "Your turn to beg," she said, straddling him. He thrust into her slick heat, both panting as she rode with powerful rhythm. "Fuck, your cock feels perfect," she gasped, climax building. They came hard together, bodies slick with sweat, her strong grip demanding every drop of cum. The Christian wife had surrendered to desire—at least for now.
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