One Night with the Club Girl
“Ngh! Pwah... What the hell kind of load is this?”
The semen produced in my balls surged through my urethra with tremendous force, completely covering Lee Se-yeon's back and face. It coated her pale skin in a thick, opaque white layer, like she'd just applied a facial mask.
“You said to cum outside.”
“Right, you—ugh...! Gulp.”
A glob of semen on her face slid down due to gravity, slipping into her mouth just as she tried to speak. Unaware, she swallowed it, then grimaced at the fishy, bitter taste—or what she expected to be bitter. But something was off. Her brows furrowed not in disgust, but curiosity.
Is semen supposed to be this sweet? Intrigued, she licked the remnants around her lips. It wasn't chocolate-sweet, but subtly sugary and addictive. Forgetting her earlier gripe about me going raw without a condom, she scooped the semen from her face with her fingers and fed it into her mouth.
“Mmm... Nom!”
Filling her mouth with a handful, she rolled it around with her tongue, chewing the thicker clumps. The more she savored it, the sweeter it got. Surprised, she mixed it with her saliva and swallowed.
Fishy, but not nauseating—just like sweet jelly.
Anger forgotten, she was lost in the taste when I looked down. Seeing this big-titted, big-assed beauty devouring my cum got me rock hard again—my semi-erect cock swelling back to full mast. I brought it to her face as she relished the flavor.
“Hm?”
Enthralled by the novel taste, she blinked at the cock thrust before her, then dazedly took it into her mouth like it was candy. Her tongue teased it, sucking eagerly as if begging for more of that deliciousness.
“Churp, slurp, sluuuurp.”
She spread her lips wide to rub just the glans with her tongue, or pursed them tight for a vacuum suck, taking it as deep as possible. Her lewd display built my orgasm faster than expected. Grabbing her bobbing head, I rammed deep into her throat and unleashed.
“Gack! Kek—cough, cough.”
Her throat forced open, breath cut off, she slapped my thighs in protest. But feeling my cock twitch, she switched gears—hugging my waist tight, squeezing her throat around me, flicking her tongue to milk me faster.
The sensation was tighter than her pussy, not like the vacuum blowjob before. I couldn't hold back. Even after multiple loads, my semen kept pumping endlessly, piling into her stomach.
-Gulp, gulp.
“Guh, haaah... haaah... Urk!”
Just like with Lee Yoo-jin, the thick viscosity clogged her throat. She gagged, spitting out the stuck globs while gasping for air. But eyeing the drops on the bed, she reached out mid-pant, catching every bit from her lips.
“You like the taste that much?”
No skills enhanced flavor, yet both Lee Yoo-jin and now Lee Se-yeon savored it. Curious, I asked as she lifted the last precious remnants to her mouth.
She stuffed it all in, mashing it around before mumbling, “Mmmph. It used to be just gross and bitter, hated it... Gulp. Yours is delicious.”
She swallowed the rest, sucking her fingers clean. Her body was a mess of semen everywhere—no way I wanted to fuck like that. “You're a wreck right now. Let's wash up first.”
“You wanna go again?”
“Obviously. This is nowhere near enough.”
I could jerk off seven times a day no problem before. With my Evolved Body, even double that wouldn't tire me—my balls would keep producing.
“Fine, let's rinse off and rest a bit.”
Sweat-soaked and sticky with fluids, she didn't protest, rolling off the bed toward the bathroom. Thinking shower sex, I followed.
“What? I'll go first—you wait.”
“Why waste time? Let's shower together.”
She frowned, uneasy about sharing, but I ignored it, shoving her into the shower stall.
“Sigh...”
Outpowered, she gave up with a sigh, turning on the water. In petty rebellion, she sprayed me with ice-cold spray. But my Evolved Body gave resistance to heat and cold—I just took it.
“Ack, it's freezing!”
Seeing me unfazed, she tested it on her arm, yelped, then aimed back at me. Still stoic, she asked, “Not cold?”
“This? Piece of cake—been in the army.”
Partly the skill making it lukewarm, but I'd showered in winter cold water back then too. No skill needed—I'd flinch, but not freak out.
Glared at sullenly, she waited till steam rose, then rinsed her sweat, juices, and cum.
“How about the cum on your back?”
“I'm good—can handle it myself.”
Pointing to the drenched mess, she reached back effortlessly, scrubbing her entire back with flexible ease.
“Damn, you're bendy.”
Most couldn't reach everywhere, but she wiped it clean fluidly. Amazed, I commented—she grinned. “I'm a Pilates instructor.”
“No shit?”
“Why lie about that?”
Thinking back, her legs split 180 degrees during missionary—flexible, sure, but a Pilates pro? Didn't see that coming.
Me, bagging a Pilates instructor. Nice.
Pre-game looks? No chance without grinding. But this cheat-code face? Approach and talk—boom, instant appeal.
“You gonna stand there or what?”
Snapping from life-is-luck thoughts, her impatience pulled me back. I grinned, eyeing her body. “You said you'd do your back—so I'll handle the front.”
“Pfft! Fine, give it a shot.”
Amused scoff, thrusting her chest out. Bold. I grabbed disposable body wash, lathered up, and rubbed her plump, heaving tits.
Tits make the woman.
Soft enough to sink into, elastic snapping back, rock-hard nipples from arousal—perfect. Kneading them, I teased toward the areolae with fingers, soaping up. Her untouched nipples quivered. I pinched and tugged.
“Ngh, yes—ahh! Hiiiyaaang!”
Squiiiirt!!
Imprinted for hypersensitivity, her nipples went wild from the tit play. The sudden pinch made her legs shake, squirting everywhere as she came.
“Came from tits alone?”
“Hiii... Weird?”
Panting sweetly, she peeled my hand off, then touched her erect nipple herself.
“Ahng!”
“What's weird?”
“Ahng! Wasn't this sensitive before—today it's insane.”
Sex partners kneaded them to no effect; even masturbating never triggered nipple pleasure. Staring puzzled at her hypersensitive buds.
“I'm just that good.”
“Pfft, yeah right.”
Grinning cockily earned an eye-roll. She reached down, gripping my cock hard to hurt me—but my custom Big Magnum, rebuilt tough, plus Evolved Body? Pure pleasure.
“Doesn't hurt?”
“If that hurt, I wouldn't be a man.”
Her Pilates strength outdid average girls; past guys winced every time. But me? Zero pain. Her womb clenched, juices flowing at this alpha-male display.
Want it...
Prime male triggering her instincts, she craved raw creampie—no condom in sight. Time for action.