How to Wear Safety Gear for Beginner Animal Lovers
Haa…
Between the taut fabric pulled sharply to the side, the pale, plump slit—twitching with heat—revealed itself shamelessly.
It was already glistening with a generous coating of transparent, sticky arousal. I swallowed hard, my gaze locked onto the sight.
Suppressing the urge to bury my face in it immediately, I reached out first and carefully slid my middle and ring fingers into the moist crevice.
Squelch. Squish—
“Ah, uhh…! Aah…!”
The warm, wet walls softly clenched around my fingers. Inside, it felt like it had been waiting for me; every movement drew out more sticky sounds as it grew even wetter.
I curled my two fingers slightly and stroked the soft inner walls with slow, scraping caresses. Seola’s hips began to twitch and tremble.
After gently tracing her sensitive insides, I slowly withdrew my fingers.
I stared at the clear, viscous fluid clinging to the tips, then brought them to my mouth and licked them clean.
“…”
Salty yet faintly sweet—Seola’s unique scent flooded the tip of my tongue.
She had been lying on the bed, watching my every move with rapt intensity. The moment I tasted her, her cheeks flushed an even deeper red, as if they were burning.
Confirming the way her gaze trembled, I finally released the breath I’d been holding and buried my face between her legs.
Slurp, lick… suuuuck…!
“Ah, aah!! Hngh, M-Minjun…!”
The instant my lips and tongue devoured her sensitive slit and licked upward, Seola bucked her hips wildly and clutched my hair in a death grip.
Instead of targeting her core right away, I circled my tongue broadly around the surrounding soft flesh, teasing her mercilessly. I drew a sticky trail upward along her soaked valley.
“Haa, haa…! Hng, aah…”
Seola’s ragged breaths poured down from above, growing hotter and more desperate. Finally, I slid the tip of my tongue toward the swollen, hidden pearl that was her most sensitive spot.
I flicked and rolled it, coaxing the little bud out from its protective hood.
“Nngah! Huk, haa, w-wait!! Uhh…!”
The sudden rush of intense pleasure made Seola jump and cry out in shock. She flailed, trying to push my shoulders away, but I had zero intention of stopping.
Slurp, suuuck… lick…!
I gripped her thighs tightly to keep her from escaping and took the flushed, sensitive bud fully into my mouth.
Then, with my hot palate and tongue, I rolled and sucked on it without pause.
“Haaang…! Hng, aah, Minjun… I-I’m…!”
Just before she reached the peak, I felt her waist convulse in tiny spasms and her reactions shift dramatically. I slowly lifted my body.
Slipping out from between her legs, I climbed on top of her, pulling our upper bodies close.
“Wha… what…?”
Seola’s eyes widened in panic as my face hovered inches from hers. But she was already drowning in pleasure; all she could manage was a breathless “Haa, haa…”
Locking eyes with her, I reached out with one hand and gently pressed down on her flat, soft lower belly.
With the other, I drove two fingers deep into her hottest, deepest spot in one swift motion.
Like… in that porn I saw, they pressed from above and below at the same time…
I wasn’t entirely sure, but I went with the half-remembered theory anyway. The moment my palm pressed her belly from the outside while my fingers pushed from within—with only her thin layer of flesh between them—
“Hik—! W-wait, that’s…!”
Seola’s eyes flew open wide as saucers. Having me suddenly climb on top was shocking enough, but the simultaneous pressure from both inside and out was clearly overwhelming her.
Her flustered reaction strangely excited me. I kept pressing firmly on her lower belly and began thrusting my fingers inside her fast and rough.
Squish, squish, squish, squish—!
“Aah, aaah!! Hngh, ah, a, ah…!”
With my fingers mercilessly stirring her depths without warning, Seola twisted and writhed, losing her mind.
The dual pressure on that spot seemed especially devastating; the walls gripping my fingers tightened harder and harder. Overwhelmed by pleasure and shame, she tried to lift her arms to cover her face, but—
Slap—!
I snatched both her wrists with the hand that had been pressing her belly and pinned them firmly to the bed so she couldn’t hide.
Her flushed red face was now completely exposed. While holding her wrists down, I stared straight into her wet, glistening eyes.
Rather than struggling to free herself, Seola simply poured out rough, sweet moans and met my gaze without looking away.
Their locked eyes beneath the wet sounds and swaying red lights. In that suffocating tension, her body burned as if it would burst.
“G-going…! Aah, I-I’m gonna come, I’m coming—!!!”
The moment Seola reached her limit and arched her back like a drawn bow, screaming—
Squirt, spurt—!
A clear gush of fluid erupted from her deepest place like a fountain, mercilessly soaking the back of my hand, her cow-print underwear, and the bed sheets.
“Haa, haa…”
I repositioned myself between her still-trembling legs as she panted through the aftershocks of climax.
I pressed the tip of my angrily throbbing cock—now slick with her juices—against her soaked entrance and began to push in slowly, rubbing against her first.
“W-wait!! Really, just a second!!”
Seola shouted urgently, shoving my chest with both hands to stop me. She reached for the bedside drawer, then thrust something right in front of my face.
…Ultra-thin condom?
It was a familiar square foil packet. In the middle of our frenzied heat, this painfully rational item had suddenly appeared.
The boiling tension cooled off with an almost audible hiss, but seeing how she was, I understood why.
“Haa, haa… E-even so… put this on…”
Seola’s hands were shaking badly—whether from nerves or the lingering high of her orgasm—as she struggled to tear open the packet.
It looked like she wouldn’t manage it anytime soon, so I sighed and took it from her.
“Aigoo, give it here. I’ll open it.”
Rip—
I tore the package and pulled out the thin, transparent ring, but…
Ah…
To be honest, this was my first time using one.
I’d seen it countless times in videos, but actually putting it on myself was a completely new experience.
Do I just put it on the tip and slide it down? Which way is the front?
I placed the rubber ring on my engorged shaft and started fumbling awkwardly, wondering why it wouldn’t go down.
“…”
Seola, panting as she looked up at me, gradually filled with disbelief.
“What… are you doing…?”
“It’s just… it won’t slide down the way I want it to… huh?”
Watching my clumsy efforts, Seola finally let out an exasperated sigh. Unable to stand it any longer, she slapped my hands away.
“Move. Seriously…”
Her face burning crimson, Seola bit her lip hard, then carefully aligned the edge of the thin rubber with my glans.
With trembling hands, she slowly and meticulously rolled it down the entire length of my shaft.
Right after the desperate, comical condom ritual—something so awkward it made us forget we were supposed to be filming an adult video—ended, I lifted my head. My eyes met Seola’s as she panted for breath.
“…”
“…”
“…Pffft.”
Without either of us starting it, we both burst into laughter at the same time.
“Khk, kkhup… hehehe.”
We didn’t say a word, but we both knew exactly why we were laughing.
After all that sticky, breathless tension, the way we’d completely killed the mood by fumbling pathetically with a single rubber band was just too awkward and ridiculous.
We kept laughing quietly for a long time, wiping the tears from our eyes before we finally managed to stop.
“Ahem…”
Seola cleared her throat softly, then shyly ran her fingers through her wildly messy hair to smooth it a little.
With her face still flushed, she lay back down, carefully drew her knees up, and spread her legs toward me.
I dropped the playful mood as well, steadied my rapidly heating breath, and pressed close between her thighs once more.
“Haa…”
I slowly aligned the hard, rubber-covered tip against her thoroughly soaked entrance, still slick with the clear fluids she’d released earlier.
Slip. Squish—
As I rubbed my length stickily against her soft folds, a sweet, shallow moan slipped from between Seola’s lips again.
The laughter had vanished from the room; it was once again filled with thick, heated air.
After teasing her entrance by circling the firm tip, I finally pushed it slowly and firmly into her narrow, slippery channel.
Shove—
“Ah, hngh…! Hng, i-it’s going in…”
Maybe because she’d already come hard once, her entrance swallowed the head without much resistance.
But the deeper I went, the more it changed.
The tight, hot walls clung to me from every direction without any gaps. Even through the thin rubber, the soft, elastic pressure came through perfectly.
To feel this much even with a barrier between us. Every single ridge inside seemed to wrap around my cock and pull me deeper. My breath caught in my throat.
“Kuhk…”
I gripped Seola’s slim waist tightly with both hands.
Then I yanked her body toward me and drove the rest of my length all the way in.
Tap—
“Ahhng…! Ah, it—it hit…!”
The electric thrill of my blunt tip pressing heavily against her deepest, most secret spot.
The overwhelming fullness of being packed completely with no space left made Seola’s waist flinch as she clutched the sheets until they wrinkled.
I could feel vividly, even through the rubber, how her insides twitched and tightened again in surprise.
“Haa… This is seriously insane.”
After steadying my breath against the squeezing pressure, I finally began moving my hips in earnest.
All the way out, then deep inside again. At first slowly, heavily, giving her time to adjust.
Slap. Squish—
“Ah, hngh…! A, aah…!”
When I pulled out, her inner walls clung as if reluctant to let go, dragging along my length. When I thrust back in, they yielded only after I forced my way through to the very end.
Each time our pelvises collided with a wet smack, and Seola’s full breasts bounced with the impact.
As I gradually picked up speed, the arousal that hadn’t been fully wiped away below was churned into white foam that leaked out with every thrust.
Slap, squish, thump, thrust—!
“Aah! Ah, a, hngh! Hng, aaah…!”
Every time my hips slammed against her, sweet moans poured nonstop from Seola’s lips.
Even as the rough, wet sounds filled the room, we kept our eyes fiercely locked, as if by silent agreement, drinking in every trembling detail of each other’s faces.
She’s so damn beautiful…
Her face, sweaty and disheveled under the red lighting. Brows furrowed in pleasure, yet those wet eyes staring up at me with such intensity.
Seola never looked away from my face either, intertwining our gazes so fiercely it felt like she was trying to burn every one of my expressions into her memory.
The smartphone camera lens blinking its red light beside us had long since ceased to exist in our minds.
There was only Seola, panting and calling my name right in front of me. And me, holding her.
As if the rest of the world had disappeared and only the two of us remained in this small room, we lost ourselves completely in each other’s heat and gaze, slamming our bodies together again and again, chasing even deeper pleasure.
“Chirp, chirp…”
Along with the fresh birdsong drifting in through the window, a sweet piano intro began playing from the small desktop speaker on the bedside table, followed by the alarm melody.
When I open my eyes, I wish you were always in my arms…
The gentle melody and sweet lyrics filled the room, but to me—groaning under heavy muscle aches as I forced my eyes open—they felt like pure torture.
With a hoarse voice, I groaned and groped blindly toward the speaker. I couldn’t even hit the stop button properly before my blurry eyes caught the numbers on the digital display.
“Ugh… What time is it…”
The instant I saw the time, my eyes flew wide open.
“…What?!”
8:30 a.m.
“Hey! Hey hey! Baek Seola! Wake up!! Hey!!”
I grabbed the shoulder of Seola, who was sleeping soundly curled up naked in my blanket, and shook her like a madman.
“Mmm… Why… I wanna sleep more…”
“Sleep more my ass, you lazy brat! We’re late! We have a group presentation in first period today! Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you and your group had a presentation?!”
The word “presentation” shot through her brain like lightning. Seola’s eyes snapped open.
“…What?! Kyaa!! W-wait!! Just a second!! Hey, get away! Don’t look!!”
Any lingering sticky afterglow from the night before vanished. Seola screamed at the sight of the marks all over her body and the cow-print underwear scattered across the floor. But there was no time to feel embarrassed.
While dodging the pillow she hurled at me, I frantically stuffed the textbooks and laptop scattered on the floor into my bag.
“Look at what? I’m dying over here too!! Hurry up and get dressed!! Just brush your teeth and run!!”
We tore through the room at a speed that felt like a war zone.
I threw on the same training clothes I’d worn to the gym yesterday. Seola roughly pinned her messy hair up with clips and yanked on yesterday’s clothes in whatever order she could grab them.
“Hey, did you get the laptop?!”
“Yeah! Hey, the power bank!!”
“Forget it, just run!!”
Bang—!
As if a fire were chasing us, we barely managed to shove our feet into crumpled shoes and slammed the studio door so hard it shook before sprinting out.
The heated atmosphere of last night was gone without a trace. Only the terror of an F grade chased us down the street.
And in the now-empty studio apartment left looking like a storm had torn through it,
the speaker we’d forgotten to turn off continued playing the pre-set morning alarm. The gentle opening remarks of the morning radio DJ echoed through the room.