Junho's Cock Finally Digs In
Finally, Junho's cock digging in.
"I'm jealous of your cock, little brother."
At my words, Junho looked at me.
"This is my asset, after all."
Junho spoke with a voice full of confidence.
He lifted his right hand from Mijeong's thigh and pressed his cock flat against her belly, as if gauging just how far it would reach inside her.
"There's a real thrill in lining it up like this to see how deep it'll go."
The length came to just beneath her navel. The thought of that size disappearing into Mijeong's body sent a jolt of excitement through me.
Junho eased his hips back a fraction, then pinned her thighs open again with both hands. Her pussy spread wide once more. The head of his cock rested against the entrance.
An unreal scene was unfolding on the phone screen. I raised my eyes past the device. Junho's cock, sheathed in the condom, was swollen thick and heavy. Between that cock and Mijeong's pussy there was nothing but the thinnest membrane of rubber. Even though he had not yet invaded her most private place, blood surged so hard into my own cock that it ached.
Mijeong's legs lay open in complete unknowing. Between them her darkened outer lips had parted as well, revealing the soft pink of her inner folds. Those delicate lips were pressed tightly together, still barring the way.
Junho shifted his hips the slightest bit. His cock parted her pink flesh—gradually, slowly, right before my eyes. The tip settled against the mouth of her hole. Her inner lips softly closed around the head.
Junho's gaze was fixed on the same place as mine: the spot where his cock, bathed in the red light, met the entrance of Mijeong's pussy.
His hips began to move toward her, little by little. The head of his cock sank into her body. As it slowly forced the inner lips apart, the soft flesh spread left and right along the thick crown. The thin folds slid open around him, and the hot heat from inside began to envelop him.
Deeper still. Her inner lips passed over the head and gently closed into the groove of the corona, the sensitive flesh tightening along the ridge as if it meant to hold him and never let go.
Junho stopped without pushing farther. Even though Mijeong had taken only the head, the excitement racing through me was already near its peak.
He drew the tip out a fraction, then eased it back in, repeating the motion.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Squelch.
With each stroke, wetness began to spill from her. Junho's solid body pinned her so she could not move. His arms still pressed her thighs wide; the muscles of his arms and back stood out in hard ridges. The raised muscles of his ass flexed. His hips rolled forward, then drew back. On the phone screen the head of his cock appeared and vanished again and again.
Squelch.
My cock strained so hard it felt ready to tear through my pants. The fabric itself was painful. I held the phone out to him. Junho took it without missing a beat and filmed the place where he and Mijeong were joined, never once stopping the slow roll of his hips.
I stripped my pants off in a rush. When the underwear came down my cock sprang free, bobbing hard. I reached for the phone; he handed it back. One hand held the device, capturing the two of them. The other stroked my cock. I was on the edge of coming already, but I held it back. This was only the beginning.
Junho's rhythm quickened. The swing of his hips grew longer. Mijeong's pussy now accepted part of the shaft. His cock advanced carefully, like an explorer entering an unknown cave, pushing forward and drawing back again and again.
The head disappeared from view. Only the shaft remained visible, and even that was vanishing, little by little.
"Aahng..."
Little by little.
"Aahng..."
Little by little.
"Aahng..."
More of him was hidden than shown. At last the entire length of Junho's cock was gone.
"Haaeuuung..."
A long, low moan spilled from Mijeong. The fierce clamp and suck of her pussy around him made Junho's hips shudder.
"Haa..."
A deep breath left him. He paused and looked at me. Flesh was pressed flush against flesh—no longer mere contact, but the very brink of the act itself.
"Wow... she's so tight."
He spoke as if appraising her. Between Mijeong's widely spread legs her pussy held him completely. Then he began to move.
The screen captured every motion in real time. Her soft flesh was drawn outward with each withdrawal, then pushed back in as he thrust again.
"Haaeung..."
Even in sleep she moaned when that thick cock drove deep. The vanished length reappeared, only to be swallowed once more.
Thud.
"Aahng..."
Thud.
"Aahng..."
Thud.
"Aahng..."
The mattress struck the bed frame in time with his hips. Her moans began to answer every stroke. The desire I had longed for was finally unfolding right in front of me.
I brought the phone closer. The lens locked precisely on the space between her open legs. Each time his cock vanished completely and then reappeared, the mouth of her pussy fluttered and leaked clear fluid.
Junho gripped one of her legs with one hand. With the other he seized the breast that bounced with every thrust, using it as a handle while he drove his hips. Flesh met flesh with wet, sharp sounds.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Her body swayed gently to his rhythm. Her breasts rose and fell, crushed into his palm. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb and pushed deeper still.
"Haaeung..."
A sleeping moan slipped from her lips. Her thighs tightened slightly, then opened again. Every time his cock filled her completely and withdrew, clear juices ran down beneath her ass.
I edged closer with the phone. The screen showed his cock spreading her open as it entered, the inner flesh dragged out and then forced back in, every detail recorded. I zoomed in. The close-up caught the moment her entrance clenched around him and made that slick, wet sound. The semen I had left inside her mixed with her juices and spilled out each time he pulled free.
He pinched her nipple hard and sped up.
"Aahng... Aahng..."
Her moans grew louder. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips parted and thin breaths escaped in a continuous stream. Her pussy clamped him fiercely, forcing more fluid to overflow. It ran down and soaked the sheet.
I moved to the foot of the bed, phone still raised. The screen filled with the rapid in-and-out of his cock. The same pull and push of her flesh repeated endlessly. Junho kneaded both of her breasts hard and drove his hips like a man possessed.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Her whole body shook. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and leaned fully over her. His cock plunged deep, then withdrew. Through the phone I could see the powerful suck of her inner walls.
Her moans turned wild.
"Aaahak... Aaahak... Aaahak..."
Her back arched like a bow. Sweat beaded on her bouncing breasts under his hands. I filmed every second—her open legs, the cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the sway of her breasts, the moans that broke free even in sleep. All of it was being burned into the recording.
He seized her breasts in both fists and hammered his hips.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The hard collision of bone against bone filled the room. Her body rocked violently on the mattress. Her pussy clenched him in fierce pulses and spurted hot liquid.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
The fluid she released became fresh lubricant; the wet sounds in the room changed, grew heavier.
"Ahk... Ahk... Aaaaah..."
Her moans flooded the air. I kept the phone trained on them to the very end—the way her body collapsed completely under the force of his cock, the way her pussy milked him and overflowed, the raw mix of his ragged breathing and her sleeping cries. Everything was being carved forever into the screen of that phone.