And so began the unlikely friendship or relationship between me and my Oppa. That's if I could even call it that. It was s*x. It was s*x in its purest and darkest form. Sometimes we would fu*ck for hours and days unending. Which I didn't mind much.
This was literally a dream come true. I was fu*cking the living-the-dream lives of millions of girls in the US alone. And now, I was breathing heavily, with lust-filled eyes as I stared up at Oppa.
We were in his own apartment for a change today. He grasped my arms, pulled me up, and shoved me against the table, pressing his body against mine. I kissed him hard on the lips and tugged him closer, desperate to have his hands all over my body and his tongue in my mouth.
As he kissed me, he curled his fingers into my hips, trailed them down
