Movie Theater Common Sense (4)
During our kiss, the breast milk and pussy juices showed no signs of stopping. The fluids gushing steadily from my tits and pussy felt like irrefutable proof of how turned on my body was, leaving me mortified. And at some point, what I'd planned as a half-hearted girlfriend-role kiss—just a casual tongue tangle—had spiraled way out of control. Smooch—slurp—smack— My saliva and Geon-yul's swapped back and forth through the slick bridge between our lips. When we finally pulled apart and he licked up the long string of spit dangling between us before swallowing it down, I couldn't even be sure it was all mine.
"Puha." Seeing me all dazed from the serious makeout, Geon-yul pinched my cheek and grinned slyly. "Loving it too much, huh? Your face is screaming total heat—practically begging for more kisses right now."
"Eut, it's not like that."
"Really? Your pussy's drooling like a faucet down there. Be honest—you'd love it if I just shoved it in, right?"
"No, so quit blowing in my ear."
"Then how 'bout this? Ahn."
"Uhheuut...."
Slurp—smack— Geon-yul had been huffing warm breaths nonstop into my earhole, but now those same lips that had covered mine shifted to nibble delicately at my earlobe. Pathetically, my body reacted the instant he bit down. He'd barely touched my ear—miles from my tits—yet the sensitivity there skyrocketed even beyond my already milk-sprayed chest.
"Hng... hah... uhng...."
Geon-yul obsessively targeted my tits. How could he not get bored after groping them this long? What was it about this guy's obsession with my chest—these big fatty lumps dangling off it? He wasn't even rubbing or pinching my nipples, ignoring my thighs rubbing together and soaking my pussy slick. He just kneaded those tits like they were his sole focus.
Just a little... more...
At first, it was thrilling enough on its own, that razor-edge pleasure. But as it dragged on, my patience hit its limit. Honestly, stripping away all ethics and morals, my raw instincts were screaming it: Touch my nipples. Pinch and twist them rough like you own them. Stop just teasing my ass crack with that hard cock and order me to take it in my pussy. Fuck me while fingering the ass hole you yanked the tail from earlier—torment both at once.
Get a grip. I still had some pride—I couldn't beg out loud for that kind of shame. I squeezed my eyes shut and endured Geon-yul's tit play. My nipples itched like crazy, but I could tough it out.
"Slurp... smack... Oh, Chae-a loves nipple play, but I forgot."
"N-no I don't."
"Hmm, should I skip it then?"
Whatever—he touched them or not, I could just do it myself. No need to beg some guy. Especially not him....
"Ah."
Shit—I'd forgotten my hands were busy with popcorn. No way to bend down and set the tub aside either. Now, to get that nipple pleasure, begging Geon-yul was my only option. I'd even tried rubbing against the tub's edge, but it was nothing like fingers.
"What now? Want me to touch your nipples?"
"......"
I didn't agonize long or answer. I knew my slutty body spoke louder than words. So I pushed my ass back a bit.
Squish— Getting the hint, Geon-yul circled my areola with his fingertip before clamping down hard on my nipple. No twisting or pulling—just a firm squeeze.
"Hiiiit...."
And I came just from that. Pussy juice gushed out in a flood, the sharp jolt racing from his fingers through my tits and electrifying my whole body. I melted boneless, unable to move, my bra-useless nipples perking up pop-pop through my top, begging for rougher treatment.
"That your way of begging?"
His six words wormed into my ear with warm breath, spelling out exactly what he wanted. He cared about the attitude—I might not be an M, but this guy was definitely an S.
"P-please touch my nipples."
"Voice too quiet."
"Pleeease...."
Honey dripped from my throat unbidden, rough breaths and a girly whine making it sound like a horny bitch in heat. Geon-yul seemed thrilled—way more than when I'd just shoved my ass at him earlier.
"That voice is fucking gold. Beg like my girlfriend—full aegyo, super cute."
"Th-that's... gross."
"Not gross. Makes me rock hard—go for it."
I groaned low as he kept groping. Pride was out the window. I'd already promised to play girlfriend all day, and more than anything, I craved nipple torment now. Reason surrendered to instinct.
"O-oppaaaang... Pinch and twist your horny Chae-a's nipples pleeease... Hands are fuuull... Can't masturbate these bitch tits alooone...."
"Ah, fuck... Everything perfect but that lispy shit sounds so dumb."
"Sh-shut up...!"
I'd suffered plenty of humiliation since arriving in this world, but nothing topped this. A barfly's slutty whine coming from my throat? And not even for cash—just to feel nipple-orgasm bliss. Bowing my pride to a guy friend, cooing like a needy pet for something so trivial. I trembled, mortified, until his index and thumb delicately seized my nipple.
"Haaaang...♡"
Looked like I'd nailed it this time. He pinched and twisted, spinning it round and round, flicking side to side. Even pressed hard right on the tip.
"Hguk♡ Hgik♡ Hggguk♡"
Liquid sprayed from every corner like a sprinkler—pussy juice, tit milk, sweat everywhere. Orgasms chained nonstop; I slumped limp. Dehydration worried me, and who knew how to clean this floor mess? But words wouldn't come.
Smack, smack!
Geon-yul ignored prying eyes, slapping my ass loud and yanking my hips back and forth to savor the pressure on his cock.
Being used like a sex toy...!
Dunno about him, but I hated it. Thin hot pants and thong did nothing to blunt his shaft grinding my outer lips—it just teased unbearably.
"This ass... Gonna cum just from grinding...."
"N-no!"
"Why? Want it inside?"
"That's...."
My legs spread wide unbidden. Soaked clothes and panties useless, my pussy fluttered openly, desperate for the guy behind me to whip it out and pound. Reverse cowgirl, shaking my fat ass on his dick—or him bending me over the seat for doggy. Either way, my pussy screamed to be stuffed now.
Not me. My pussy wanted it. Same as when I was a guy—cocks always crave pussy, but reason holds them back. Fail that, and your brain's cock-controlled. Right now, mine was pussy-ruled.
Not more aegyo begging just to get fucked, is it? I rubbed my drenched slit shyly on his thigh instead of answering. He got it, smacking my ass.
"Strip."
"N-no...."
"Then why're you half-standing to peel 'em off?"
"Stop... Not here...."
"Shift your thong aside and fuck you."
"Hng...♡"
His shaft smacked my pussy lips; glans kissed my outer folds. Then it slipped along my slick meat and schlupped inside.
"Hiyaaat?!"
Luckily, my soaked hole took him easy. Adapting to his monster cock? Used to hurt; now pure bliss.
"Y-you're too thick... Sitting makes it go so deeeep...."
"Feels like an onahole."
"Not an onahole—ahh!"
"Right, girlfriend. But bitch girlfriend or onahole girlfriend—same diff. Whatever."
"Not your girlfriend—hngt! Don't thrust sudden—!"
Reverse cowgirl made his cock bulge in my belly. Wanted to feel it, but waist pinned. He bounced me like an onahole; I lost reason, shaking my hips to please him.
"Haaaang... Kyaaang♡ So♡ deeeep every thrust♡ Uterus getting crushed♡"
"No holding back the noise now?"
"Haaaang...♡"
"Switch flipped again."
Each hip snap stabbed my womb. Glans that kissed outer lips now cheated with my cervix. But both were mine; his glans his—so I was still fucking my "boyfriend" Geon-yul.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—squelch—
Muffled a bit by the movie, but loud enough. My moans and dirty talk drew all eyes anyway.
"Hey, I get the womb-stabbing feels good, but tone it down in public~"
"Your white milky stuff keeps splashing—watch it!"
"Tch, this is why sub-bitch girls who can't even pass for human suck...."
"What kinda owner lets her act like this?"
Whoosh— My face burned crimson. Everyone knew romance theaters allowed lewd play. But unspoken rules held: keep it discreet. For stealth fun-seekers. I'd shattered that, moaning loud for all, pussy-flooding the floor, tits spraying milk terror ahead. No defense if booted.
"Sorry, really sor—daaaang♡"
"Hah, hah, cumming? Venue's the venue—one and done?"
"I-in meee...."
"Duh."
Even public shame couldn't beat the pleasure. Maybe those jeers turned me on more. Each womb-thrust whited out the screen like illusion.
"Ang, aaang, ahng, haaang!"
"Dumping it all in your womb!"
"Hieee...♡"
Spurt, spluuurt! Geon-yul hoisted my thighs; semen flooded my womb. Always massive load—pulled out, it leaked rivers.
"Hik...."
Diaper-style, legs up like a baby, taking cum injection. Belly sloshing warm with cream—never gets old.
Naturally, I slid down to kneel in the puddle, sucking his cock clean. Movie? Long over—end credits rolled.
"Ah... Missed it all."
Pulling up my pink-tinged hot pants, pussy-leaking cum made me wince. But beside me, a guy scowled worse—not Geon-yul. Theater staff from entry.
"...Sir, what the hell is this?"
"Sorry...."
"Romance theater or not, cumming without prep and leaving a mess this irresponsible... You weren't gonna just bail, right?"
"N-no way. I'll clean it."
After his scolding-not-scolding, I mopped the mostly-my-milk-and-juice puddle myself.
"Dat ass is killer."
"...Hurry and cum already."
Bent over scrubbing, ass swaying? Geon-yul got hard again, no mercy—shoved into my cum-packed pussy.
"Bathroom for round two?"
"...Womb's full. Enough."
"Mouth then."
"W-wait! Uwaaah!"
Time-attack fuck before next screening—lucky escape. But "not done," he dragged me to theater bathroom for more. Finished with mouth creampie; now womb and throat stuffed.
"Motel? You want motel, right?"
"Mmmph!(No!)"
"That eager? Let's go."
"Mmmph?!(Nooo?!)"
Ordered me to hold cum-mouthful silent, marched to nearby motel. Fucked nonstop till girlfriend-role ended at midnight.
"Seventh load cummiiing!"
"Uh, uheuh, uheuut♡"
This wasn't sex—animal rutting. Fucked senseless, passing out and waking repeatedly on his cock. Wouldn't resist till he stopped.
Girlfriend Day Pass... Used down to the last drop....
Showered, crashed out. Woke to motel morning, no memory. Awkward milk-latte sip, then back to dorm.