Sunja stepped into the sleek Seoul restaurant, her tailored dress hugging her curves, a quiet rebellion against the devout life she'd built in Canada. At 47, she was no one's pushover. YongJu rose with that old smirk. 'Sunja. Still turning heads—and turning down offers, I bet.' She slid into the seat, eyes sharp. 'You asked me out in university and I said no because your charm was a distraction from my faith and future. Now we're both married, sneaking lunch? Bold, even for you.' He laughed, pouring wine. 'Your husband back home wouldn't approve of this reunion. Mine thinks I'm networking. But that 'no' still stings—care to explain why it feels like a yes now?' Sunja leaned forward, voice low and teasing. 'Because back then I chose God over your games. Today? I'm choosing curiosity. Don't mistake this for submission, YongJu. I set the pace.' Their banter crackled through lunch—witty jabs about midlife regrets, Canadian winters versus Korean heat, until tension snapped. 'My hotel's five minutes away,' he said. She stood first. 'Lead on, but remember: my rules.' In the room, clothes hit the floor fast. Sunja shoved him onto the bed, straddling him with fierce grace. 'That hard cock's been waiting years,' she murmured, gripping it firmly as her pussy grew wet and dripping with hunger. She was horny, panting already, and took him in her mouth for a slow, commanding blowjob that left him sweating and groaning. 'Don't move unless I say,' she ordered, flipping to ride him, her ass grinding down as he thrust up. They moved in sync, bodies slick, until she came hard, walls clenching, and he followed, cum spilling deep while they collapsed, panting and spent in the afterglow.
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