brother caught him

As his warm fingers cupped her slightly big-sized poops, he yanked her cupped bra off her and braced those soft, bluffy naked poops. She twirled back her face towards his enchanting gaze that pictured so much engaging into her lips, lifted her chin slightly up seductively to meet his rosy lips, and clenched his quickly just when his fingers stroked those nipples in full play.

As her inner self fused itself along with his chronicle passionate sucks on hers, she grabbed his hair aggressively and agitated it as much as desired. His lips were transmitting into her mouth, his fingers devouring her whole size breast more sexily, which shivered her thigh as it was her first romantic physical contact after a long time.

Eunhae and Woo-Sunk started a relationship when Choi was 17 years old and Woo-Sunk was 19 years old and unmarried, and Eunhae was the same age as him. Actually, Eunhae and Choi became friends through Woo-Sunk's introduction of his girlfriend. Without being able to watch him with someone else, she adamantly snatched Woo-Sunk from Eunhae at a time when Eunhae needed to study abroad for the future and must drift apart from Seoul and Woo-Sunk.

After one year of relationship, Eunhae flew to a foreign country, leaving behind Woo-Sunk. Because Woo-Sunk's father won't say no to Choi, their family demands an unwanted marriage with Choi.

Eunhae parted her lips, crawled away from him, and leaned against the sofa sprawled as if she were eyeing him so he could do whatever she wanted, for which she had longed for three years.

He offered a smile with sexily bitten lips, leaned closer to her, unbuttoning her shirt gently as two of their lips cuddled roughly along with left and right alternately twisting faces like they were starving for the upcoming melting movement of their souls.

Without having another choice Woo-Sunk agreed with Eunhae's permission. Since he married Choi, he has never touched her or behaved kindly to her like other husbands. Everything he expressed towards her was only hatred, and her body had so much trace of gore behind her neck, shoulder, and backside. Even so, with faith in her marriage ring, Choi kept pursuing him without minding any of his anger.

Woo-Sunk and Eunhae gasped incredibly when he gave her an interval for a while. However, she came to know that there wasn't an interval when he fully straightened up from the laid position and headed towards the kitchen.

As those fluttering hands of her clenched the sofa head for balance, she sat up. "Where are you going?" with a gasp and mixed voice, she asked as if she wanted more of his.

"Go, wash yourself. I had to finish cooking. So that you can have a good dinner tonight." He spoke caringly and secretly smiled inside, which made her crave more of his seductive touches all over her body.

She unseated disappointedly, and an annoyed sigh escaped her lips. With lovely anger and one raised eyebrow, she pointed out him before saying, "You are good at making me wait." She then headed towards Woo-sunk's room.

At the office, while all areas were soaked in the moonlight, in front of one light-splashing computer screen, Choi was focusing on retyping the last form.

At Yeong-Kwan's house, he was unintentionally staring at one place for too long as his mind reminded him of Choi's unbelievable and unfamiliar behaviours of the recent day.

She was crying about their parents' deaths as if that were her first time hearing them.

In the winter season, in broad daylight, not even the sun hits the center. But she fainted.

She has no idea about her current family.

As everything disturbed his calm mind, he concluded that the problem in the night was Woo-Sunk.

And most importantly, one night before all this happened, who proposed that she was going to live with him no matter what, now desperately wants to drift away from him.

"Yeah, there was only one night; everything about her personality has changed now." He straightened up from the sofa and asserted.

At office.

"Ring Ring,"

Her left hand picked it up while another one was still typing, She attended and put in the loudspeaker before putting it back on the table. It was Go Yeong Kwan.

"Can you cook today? How about I come to your house?" He bitten his lower lips, anguished about whether she would say yes or no so that he could have time to talk with her about his confusion.

"No, I don't know how to cook. Don't worry, I have already ordered food. It will be delivered soon." With full focus on papers and typing, she replied seriously.

"Don't you know how to cook?" His mind was questioned, his pupils moving here and there in a traumatic way.

20-year-old Choi was an expert in cooking, and she would make everyone starve for her gold hand's amazing art.

Until now, Yeong-Kwan thought that she might be paralysed from having sex with his brother, Woo-sunk. However, an unexpected answer from her shook his abdomen, which stunned him in no time.

"Kwanna?" Her pupils darted to her phone display.

"Yes," he responded so quickly that she wouldn't be suspicious of him. "I was just cooking; that's why I can't reply fast," he excused himself, but honestly, he was sitting on the sofa with nothing to do.

"Hmm," twisted her attention to work again.

"Tell me the address; I'll come with handmade food. Hotel foods are not healthy at night." He penetrated every possible way to meet her, as if he wanted to gather further information about this unfamiliar situation.

"Oops. Sorry, I'm at the office." She unexpectedly regretted his offer.

Office, at this hour? He asked himself again. Anyway, he shook his head to get deep into the details. "I'll be there in ten minutes," he said, hung up, and hurried to the kitchen.

"Why is he showing so much care? I'm not even familiar with his beforehand." She sighed, anguished.

Yeong-Kwan dialled Woo-Sunk while he was heading to the office in the car. After the second ring, the call connected.

"Hyung?" With a gasp-mixed voice, Woo-Sunk asked.

"Since when did Choi start to cook herself?" He wants to elucidate his doubts before concluding.

"Hmmm..." With an uncommitted mind, Woo-Sunk trailed and said, "After she was 16, she started to cook herself once her parents died."

Yeong-Kwan hangs on the phone.

"Hello? Hyung?" In confusion, Woo-Sunk blinked often and then placed the phone on the table. To bed, he pulled his upper naked, sweat-dripping body back to a fucking position as Eunhae, laying under his body naked, was zealously gasping, offering a nice smile before his lips embrace her abdomen.

Yeong-Kwan's doubtful face sank inside Choi's thoughts as his brows knitted together at the way of the night road he was riding.

"16? She had no idea about her parent's death. Yeah, it didn't happen when she was 16. Cooking is also unfamiliar to her. Hate Woo-Sunk?" His thoughts were asking and answering themselves; he hardly gathered memories of how much Choi and Woo-Sunk kept fighting each other before she turned 17. He then asserted, "Yeah, she started to cling to him once Eunhae popped up suddenly."

Normalized his brows, darted his pupils away from the place he had been staring at for a long time, and sighed as he realised, 'Did she lose memory between 16 and 20?'

"One sec!"

His mind paused him to remember the voice of Woo-Sunk, which seemed to be the exact way of having sex. He picked up the phone and dialled again.

"Ahh!" Woo-Sunk let out a sigh disappointedly while thrusting his tick inside her with passion mixed with zealous as her body jolted rhythmically with his intensive thrust, her soft hands clenching his hips, and gasps with biting lips sexily.

Yeong-Kwan was strict around Woo-Sunk. If Woo-Sunk fails to obey him, Yeong-Kwan has the power to snatch everything from him and throw him out of the house, no matter what. Even his father can't question him. After his mother's death, every property of the 'Go' family belonged to Yeong-Kwan since Mr.Go had no opposition in this matter.

If he didn't pick up in the third ring, he would be doomed.

Two rings passed, and only one second left to another ring. Woo-Sunk hurried to pull out his tick from her, jumped on the corner of the bed, near the table, slid the green caller icon, and asked with a gasp mixed voice, "Yes, Hyung."

"Ahh!!!!"

Eunhae screamed loudly as her upper body pumped up once in a long yank, staying for three seconds in the same position as a result of the sudden outstroke of his tick.

SCREEEEEECH!

With a tight clench on the steering wheel, Yeong-Kwan got pushed forward closer to the steering wheel, pulled back, and pumped on the seat himself as his feet were hardly pressing the brake pedal.

"Jerk! What are you doing with that girl? Who is she?" He was outraged and knitted his brows together.

"Ah- Hyung. Eunhae returned today. Sorry, I forgot to tell you," with please, Woo-Sunk informed.