Yoon Gaeul Peeping at Oppa (3)
Everything looked new to my eyes. Yoon Bom lay stretched out on the bed, throat opened wide as she accepted my cock all the way. Each time I slid in slowly, the faint red outline of my shaft bulged against the delicate skin of her neck. I could just make out the sight of her throat being forced open around the intrusion. It made me acutely aware, every single time, of exactly how deep I was buried inside her.
Ah, so this is how far in I am.
Gluck—! To her credit, Yoon Bom never tapped my thigh. Even after I’d kept my cock lodged in her throat for a long time, even though it had to be agony, she kept squeezing and massaging me with her throat muscles. When I finally drew back slowly, she gasped in the breath she’d been denied, coughing hard. The camera caught every droplet of saliva that flew from her lips.
The instant my fully swollen cock left her mouth it surged upward, a thick, sticky string of saliva stretching between my tip and her lips. Slurp—! That glistening thread was immediately sucked back between her lips. Yoon Bom caught her breath with impressive speed, grabbed my shaft again, and opened her mouth wide. She pressed her lips to the head and began sucking with wet, hungry sounds, as if giving me silent permission to keep using her.
But this time I wanted something different on camera. Instead of sliding back into her mouth, I lifted my cock over her chin and dragged it upward along her body until it rested on her neck. I pressed my hips forward, laying the full length of my shaft over my stepsister’s torso. The head reached all the way past her collarbone and between her breasts.
Maybe this will give her a taste of relative deprivation?
Things had changed. It was no longer a given that a stepbrother would be doing lewd things with his stepsister. In other words, the fans who eventually watched this video would be forced to witness their beloved streamer taking a stranger’s cock deep into her throat. And she wasn’t just sucking it. She lay there like a living sex doll, mouth open, letting me fuck her face as hard as I wanted while she endured the pain and still tried to pleasure me.
Look… this is how deep it goes…
This length, this girth. I could confidently say there weren’t many cocks in Korea that could match it.
Mm— Slurp—! Just as I expected, Yoon Bom leaned in and took my balls into her mouth. She planted soft, repeated kisses on the right one before sucking it inside, rolling her tongue over every wrinkle as if greeting each one with care. She worshipped them slowly, thoroughly. At the same time her hands wrapped around my shaft and stroked with perfect pressure.
No matter what position I put her in or how I thrust, she gave me the best possible service. And this woman had been a virgin until recently… I’d left such a perfect female untouched for so long. What the hell had all the men around our Bom been doing?
Slap!
“Mmm……♥”
When I smacked her breast, Bom moaned beautifully around my ball. Then, as if thanking me for the slap, she licked even more eagerly. One hand pumped my shaft while the other teased the head, palm covering the glans and twisting with a silky motion. Just where and when had she learned a technique like that?
“Bom… take your hands away for a second.”
After enjoying her touch for a while, I brushed her hands aside.
“Keep sucking.”
I lifted my cock so the camera could capture Yoon Bom with my balls in her mouth—her slender neck, elegant jawline, and puffed-out cheeks. When I slowly pulled my hips back, the ball slipped from her lips with a wet pop.
“Bom… didn’t Oppa tell you to keep sucking?”
“S-sorry……”
Yoon Bom stretched her neck out as far as she could, tongue extended desperately toward my balls that were now just out of reach. The sight made me smile.
“Open your mouth again.”
As soon as I brought the head to her lips, she stuck her tongue out and opened her throat wide.
“Haa…………”
I let out a low sigh as I began moving my hips with careful control. This was my first time properly using her throat, so I was still adjusting the rhythm. How hard could I thrust without hurting her? Could I really go as rough as they did in porn? How long could Bom hold her breath? I tested each question one by one, letting the pleasure build toward climax.
“Bom… I want to cum inside your mouth… Can you take it?”
I pulled out for a moment to ask. Yoon Bom nodded immediately.
“Yes…… Haa…… I-I can take it……”
I gave her a few seconds to breathe, then pushed back in. This time I fucked her throat with far less restraint. Gluck! Gluck! Gulk!! The wet, obscene sounds of her throat being stirred filled the room.
The immoral thrill of using a woman purely for my own release. The gratitude and guilt I felt toward my stepsister for enduring pain just to please me. All those emotions swirled together.
I held the smartphone in one hand and lightly gripped Yoon Bom’s body with the other.
“Khh……!”
Spurtttttttttttt!!!!!
Splurt! Splurt!!!!
Spurtttt!!!!!!
I buried every inch inside her mouth, pressing my hips firmly against her face. Watching the outline of my cock twitch deep in her throat, I unloaded with powerful jets of cum.
The throat that squeezed me from every angle. The flattened tongue. The soft lips pressed against my balls and the sight of Yoon Bom struggling. Every detail fueled my orgasm.
I don’t know how much time passed. Near the end of my climax, Yoon Bom tapped my thigh. It was a signal—an urgent code that meant she needed air. She was at her limit and begging me to pull out.
“Haa…… Just hold on a little longer.”
But I didn’t withdraw. I kept my cock buried until the very last spurt had emptied into her.
The moment I finally finished, she tapped my thigh again—harder, faster. The desperate rhythm sent a sadistic thrill racing through me. I wanted to leave my cock in just a little longer and watch her reaction.
“Our Bom’s throat pussy feels so good……”
Gluck—! I gripped her neck tighter and pushed even deeper. Yoon Bom began to thrash. She shoved at me with all her strength, stomped her feet, and slapped my thighs frantically.
The strange, electric pleasure I felt at her struggle made me yank my cock out in one swift motion.
“Haaah—!”
Yoon Bom gasped desperately, coughing and wheezing. A thick string of saliva and cum stretched between my softening cock and her lips, but this time she didn’t suck it back in. She simply grimaced, struggling to catch her breath.
I stepped back slightly and captured her ruined face on camera. The fluids that had overflowed from her mouth streaked across her nose and the corners of her eyes. When she rolled halfway onto her side, they slid down her cheek and dripped onto the floor.
“Ugh…… I-I really thought I was going to die……”
“Sorry. It felt too good… I couldn’t pull out in the middle. Was it that bad?”
“It’s my first time… that’s why. Next time… I’ll do better……”
The sight of her tear-filled eyes as she wiped the mess from her mouth with the back of her hand made my balls tighten again. I’d meant to stop at a reasonable point and go find Yoon Gaeul… but she felt so good that I didn’t want to stop.
“You’ll let me do it again?”
“If Oppa wants to do it… then I have to let you……”
“Good girl.”
“So… please take care of me more… Don’t go to Mom or Gaeul……”
Yoon Bom looked up at me with a cute pout, eyes narrowed in playful complaint. That tiny show of defiance sent another spark through my chest. I stopped the recording, grabbed a handful of wet wipes, and gently helped her sit up so I could clean her face.
Uuuuuh……♥ Haa…… Huaaa…………
Peeking through the crack in the door at Oppa and my sister, I quietly came again. I’d already lost count of how many times it had happened.
I-I’m so jealous… I want to be held in Oppa’s arms too… I want him to wipe me clean like that…
Watching Oppa tenderly clean my sister, I stroked my soaked pussy with trembling fingers. In my mind I imagined it—being cradled against his chest, nose buried in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. While I did that, he would gently wipe my dripping pussy.
Ungh……♥ Uha…… I-I have to leave now… I really can’t stay any longer……
If I stayed here any longer I might actually burst through the door and beg them to let me join. I could feel it in my bones. If I didn’t walk away from this spot right now, I would never be able to go back to the person I used to be.
“Let’s go wash up together.”
“Are you going to wash me?”
“You worked hard. I’ll wash every inch of you. Inside and out.”
My sister gave Oppa a beautiful smile at his words. But that wasn’t what mattered to me right now. To get to the bathroom they would have to leave the room.
N-no!
I forced my shaking legs to stand. My panties and shorts were completely drenched, and the floor was slick beneath me, but I couldn’t afford to care. I had to move. The thought of facing both of them like this was worse than death.
M-move, Yoon Gaeul… If I can just make it back to my room… then I can pretend I didn’t see anything… I-I can make it all as if it never happened…