An Idol Never Breaks! (10)
Sluuurp. Suck. Schlick.
The wet sounds of Eunchae’s tongue work kept echoing through the studio. With the men keeping their mouths shut, the noises of her licking only rang out louder.
“Hnn… schlick. Haa… so fucking dirty. Really. Hnn…”
Pulling her mouth away, Eunchae spoke with her tongue still hanging out. The white stuff clinging to it was probably…
“Heh-heh. You’re not planning to spit that out, are you?”
“…If I spit… you’ll just make me eat it again… right?”
It was barely even intelligible.
Hnn.
She tucked her tongue back into her mouth—taking every last bit of the cock-filth stuck to it with her.
Slurp. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Chewing, chewing…
Brows furrowed hard, Eunchae worked her mouth for a long while before quietly swallowing.
Gulp.
“Pwah… haa. Happy now?”
“Keh-heh-heh. Next is my turn, isn’t it?”
Baek Pan-su’s cock jabbed against Eunchae’s cheek. She glared up and down at him, but she didn’t say a word. She simply took the root of his cock in her hand, obediently.
“…Fine… whatever. Hnn…”
Sluuurp. Suck. Suck. Schlick. Schlick. Sluuurp.
The same devoted service continued on Baek Pan-su’s cock. She licked from the tip all the way down the shaft and back up. She peeled back the foreskin and lapped up every scrap of filth nestled in the folds. She worked her tongue over every inch, coating him thoroughly in spit.
“Suck. Haa… haa…”
Only once Baek Pan-su’s cock was glistening with saliva did Eunchae finally pull her mouth away.
“There… good enough?”
“Keh-heh-heh! So thorough…! Hard to believe this is your first time.”
“Tch… like I said earlier, it’s just… business. And…”
“…And?”
Eunchae hung her head.
“Earlier… you… made me feel good… so… this is… payback…”
“Heh-heh-heh!”
“Keh-heh-heh…! Is that so!”
“Wh-what’s so funny! I-it’s give and take! …This is still… business, okay…”
“Keh-heh… of course it is.”
The two men pressed their throbbing cocks back toward Eunchae’s mouth. The spit coating them caught the lights and glittered.
“Heh-heh… then will you keep making ours feel good too?”
“…Fine… whatever. …But. Only this far. Only this far is business… give and take.”
Slurp. Suck. Sluuuurp. Schlick. Sluuurp.
Eunchae turned her head and brought her mouth back to Bu Ra-jang’s cock.
“Hnn… mm. Mm. Slurp. Bleh-bleh-bleh…”
After thoroughly licking him with her tongue, her lips carefully parted.
“Ah… hnn.”
“Heh-nn…!”
A soft biting sound, and Bu Ra-jang’s glans vanished into Eunchae’s mouth. His cock was sliding into her.
“Hnn… mm. Hnn…”
It wasn’t fast, but Eunchae began to rock her head slowly. She couldn’t take him all the way to the root, but roughly half his cock kept disappearing and reappearing past her lips.
“Hnn. Suck. Schlick. Schlick.”
Eyes closed, she quietly took him in and out again and again.
“Pwah… haa… sluuurp. Slurp. …Hahp.”
When she ran short of breath she pulled back for a moment, then flicked her tongue over the head again before sealing her lips around him once more.
“Keh-heh. Miss Eunchae? Look this way.”
“…?”
Click. Click!
The moment she glanced over, more shutter sounds followed. She’d tried counting how many shots they’d taken earlier and given up halfway. It had to be dozens already. The camera almost certainly held more photos of Eunchae sucking cock than of her lingerie profile shots.
“Slurp. Suck. Suck. Schlick. Schlick.”
The pace quickened.
“Heh… y-you’re good at this.”
“Hnn. Mm. …R-really? Hahp…”
“Heh-heh… you like it, don’t you. Then for the final sprint…!”
Bu Ra-jang suddenly planted both hands on Eunchae’s head.
“Hnn!? Mm? Nngh…! Nngh…!!”
He gripped the back of her skull and dragged her straight onto his cock. That long shaft sank all the way to the root. Eunchae’s hand, which had been holding the base, fell away.
“Keh-heh…! That expression is art!”
Click! Click!
“Nnnngh…! Hnn…! Hnnn…!”
Eunchae’s eyes flew wide as she tried to say something, but no voice came out—only the choked sounds of her throat being stabbed.
“Ohho… that’s it. Here it comes. Into idol Lee Eunchae’s mouth, my semen…!”
“Nngh…! Hnnn! Nngh…! Hnnnnn!?”
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Eunchae’s violently shaking head went still. Bu Ra-jang’s hands fell away. Even so, she couldn’t pull her mouth off his cock for a long time—still buried so deep that her nose and lips were buried in his pubic hair.
“Keh-nn… hnn… suck. Pwah…”
Only after a long while did the cock finally slip free of her mouth.
“Cough! Hack! Cough! Ah… ugh. Ptoo…”
A thick white stream of cum poured from her lips at the same time.
“Heh-heh… oh dear. Drinking it was our ‘need,’ and you haven’t fulfilled it…”
“Cough! …Ugh. H-how am I supposed to drink this shit…! It stinks… and there’s so much…”
“Keh-heh-heh… we drank every last drop of what you came, didn’t we? Wasn’t this give and take?”
“Th-that…! …You drank it because you wanted to…”
“Heh… so Miss Eunchae doesn’t want to drink it? My semen. My baby batter…”
Bu Ra-jang dangled his cock and looked down at her. Under the chair where Eunchae sat, the white cum she’d just spat out had already formed a little puddle.
“…Ugh. F-fine, I’ll do it. If I have to…”
“Keh-heh. You’re not planning to scoop it up with your hands, are you?”
“…Ha. Unbelievable…”
Eunchae carefully climbed down from the chair and dropped to her knees on the white floor.
“Hnn…”
She bent at the waist, pressed her face to the floor, and found the puddle of cum that had fallen away from her.
“…With my tongue, right…?”
“Keh-heh-heh. We didn’t say a word?”
“…All the way to the end. Seriously. …Ahnn…”
Lap. Lap.
She carefully licked the cum off the floor with her tongue—exactly the way a cat laps milk.
Click! Click!
Baek Pan-su clearly loved the sight; he kept hammering the shutter.
“Keh-heh-heh! An idol on her knees licking cum off the floor…!”
“Heh… so filthy I can barely speak. Heh-heh-heh…”
“Hnn…! Slurp. Sluuurp. Bleh-bleh-bleh…”
Even with the mockery coming from both sides, Eunchae ignored it and kept licking the cum from the floor. She flattened her tongue against the tiles, scooped the semen up, carefully took it into her mouth—and swallowed.
Gulp. Gulp.
“Keh-heh… this… I can’t hold back anymore…”
Baek Pan-su grabbed his throbbing cock and carefully stepped around behind Eunchae. On her knees with her waist bent, she had naturally pushed her ass up into the air—right toward him. From Baek Pan-su’s point of view, Eunchae was currently presenting her dripping-wet pussy and ass straight at him.
…I understood why he said he couldn’t hold back.
“…Uhnn…? Nngh. W-wait…!”
But he had to hold back. I had to stop him. I had to stop Baek Pan-su right now as he lowered himself and closed in on Eunchae’s ass.
That bastard.
…He wasn’t wearing a condom.
If he went in like that…
“…Y-you’re gonna…? Just like this…?”
Eunchae lifted her head and looked back at Baek Pan-su. His cock was already resting on top of her ass.
“Keh-heh-heh… I need to get one off too, don’t I?”
“…Th-that. N-no. Uh… with your mouth… that’d be fair. R-right? Hnn. D-don’t rub it… there. Hnn…!”
“Keh-heh… isn’t this a mouth too? The lower one, sure…”
“Wh-what… bullshit… hnn. Ah… haa… don’t. Don’t put it there. If you do…!”
Splurt!
The sound of water spraying again.
“Keh… I haven’t even put it in yet and you’re already this wet…”
“Hnnn… hnn…! Just a second. You can’t put it in. You can’t put it in. If you put it in I’ll die. If you put it in…”
“Keh-heh. Still have to put it in, though, right?”
“No. No. Hnn. Th-there again… if you dooo…”
“Oops.”
Eunchae moved her hand to her pussy and desperately blocked the cock from touching her. Liquid dripped onto her palm, soaking it thoroughly.
“Keh… really no?”
“I said no… here…”
“Really?”
Push.
His cock shoved against her hand.
“I-I said… you can’t… I’m… a virgin and… and…”
“Keh-heh… and?”
Push.
“Hnnk…! Th-that kind of… if it goes in… I feel like I’ll die… no… it’s dangerous…”
“Keh-heh-heh! So that was the problem?”
“It’s really dangerous… it’s really dangerous… e-even just licking was… like that, if it goes in… you can’t…!”
“Keh… then just a little. Just the tip, lightly. How about that?”
Eunchae’s hand twitched. The love juices pooled in her palm dripped onto the floor with soft plops.
“…Just… the tip?”
“Yes. Just the tip.”
“…If it hurts… you pull out right away?”
“Keh-heh. Of course. We’re Seddoli, so don’t worry. Who would put their own idol in danger?”
“Really…?”
Eunchae’s hand slowly lowered. The pussy it had been covering gradually came into view—so wet it barely looked like human skin.
“Just… the tip?”
“Keh-heh-heh. Then…”
Push.
Baek Pan-su’s cock kissed Eunchae’s pussy.
“Hnn… hnn…”
With her shallow moans, he rubbed against her a few times—then
“Hnn… ahaaaaah!!”
drove the whole thing in at once.
“…!! Nngh… haah…!?”
Eunchae couldn’t even exhale. Her eyes rolled back. Her body locked up. The shock was so total she couldn’t even make a sound.
“Hoo… ah. By ‘the tip’ I meant all the way to the tip of your womb, Miss Eunchae. Keh-heh-heh…”
Baek Pan-su gripped her waist and laughed vilely.
“Heh-heh… then let’s start the real model ‘shoot’ now…”
Bu Ra-jang had somehow fetched a camera in the meantime and slung it over his shoulder. He shoved the lens right up to Eunchae’s face.
“Shall we start with an interview? Heh…”