The kitchen was warm, the smell of frying spices filling the air as Tae stood naked, her curves glowing under the morning light. She was humming softly, hips swaying as she stirred the pan, her heavy breasts bouncing with each movement.

Kook leaned against the doorway, his eyes dark, lips curling into a smirk.

“Cooking naked again, baby? You know what that does to me.”

Tae giggled, turning slightly, teasing him with a playful sway of her fat ass.

“Maybe I like making you hungry in more ways than one.”

But then Kook’s expression shifted, his voice dropping into a low growl.

“Or maybe… you’re trying to tempt your old flame, hm? What if I wasn’t Kook right now? What if I was him… sneaking in, watching you cook naked like a slut?”

Tae froze, her eyes wide, her thighs pressing together at his words.

“Kook…” she whispered, breath trembling.

He stepped closer, his chest against her back, cock hard and pressing against her ass. He wrapped a hand around her throat, forcing her to look at him in the reflection of the oven glass.

“Say it, slut. Say I’m not Kook. Say I’m the man you used to fuck before me.”

Her pussy clenched hard. She moaned softly, biting her lip.

“You’re… you’re him,” she whispered, trembling.

Kook growled, yanking her hips back.

“Good girl. Then bend the fuck over and show me how you’d moan for another man.”

He bent her over the counter, her tits flattening against the cold surface. His cock slid against her soaked folds, teasing.

“Fuck, you’re dripping already. You really are the cheating whore you always were.”

Tae gasped, tears of lust filling her eyes.

“Y-yes… I’m your slut… use me like he would… fuck me, Kook—no, fuck me like him.”

He slammed into her, balls slapping against her fat pussy, his hands gripping her waist so hard she almost cried.

“Louder, bitch. Moan like you’re getting caught cheating.”

Her body trembled as she screamed his name mixed with filthy moans, squirting all over his cock. He fucked her harder, pounding her against the counter, the sound of skin smacking echoing in the kitchen.

“Cum for me, slut. Cum for your fake lover, let me see how much of a whore you are.”

Her nails clawed the counter as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy flooding, juices dripping onto the floor. She sobbed with pleasure, moaning,

“I’m your whore, Kook! Only yours—fuck—I can’t stop… I can’t stop cumming!”

Finally, Kook groaned and spilled deep inside her, filling her womb, keeping his cock buried as he bit into her neck.

“You better remember this—fantasy or not—you’re mine. My slut. My wife. No man, not even in your dreams, gets you but me.”

Tae whimpered, weak in his arms, still quivering from her orgasm, her cheeks wet with tears and sweat. She nuzzled into his chest, whispering,

“Yes, Kook… only yours… forever.”

He kissed her forehead, still balls-deep inside her, possessive and raw.

“Good. Now clean up my mess before breakfast burns, slut.”