Release the Desire
Between Yumi’s parted lips, Shin-woo’s cock slid in as if it had been swallowed whole.
“Hahh—!”
At the sound of the moan that burst from him, Yumi crossed her fingers into an X and pointed toward the outside.
Shin-woo hurriedly clapped a hand over his mouth.
Every time he watched porn, he’d wondered what it felt like to get a blowjob—why everyone seemed to love it so much. Was it better than being buried in a pussy? That long-standing question was answered now.
Different from a pussy… hot, wet, smooth… amazing…!
Shin-woo lowered his head and looked at Yumi moving eagerly beneath him.
It reminded him of the bathhouse masseur he’d had as a kid.
The difference from that old man, who’d scrubbed every inch of him with meticulous care, was that the person licking him clean now was Yumi—the beauty salon big sister he’d been using as masturbation material for years.
I could tell even before, but she must be the meticulous type.
Yumi didn’t lick carelessly.
As if she meant to coat every last bit of his cock in slick saliva, she used her tongue with no wasted motion, wetting every corner without leaving a single spot untouched.
And once that cock was thoroughly drenched in her spit, it began making lewd little sounds every time it moved in and out of her mouth.
Chup-chup.
Shin-woo lifted his head and peered through the gap in the curtain.
There was still no sign of anyone outside.
With nothing more than a thin curtain between them, something impossible to imagine outside was happening in here.
He’d never dreamed his first oral sex would happen in such an open space.
The countless scenes from the porn he’d watched flashed through his head and overlaid themselves onto Yumi’s body, and suddenly the urge to cum came rushing up hard.
Shin-woo grabbed Yumi by the hair as she shook her head with her hair flying, fixing her in place, then thrust his hips forward and shoved deep into her mouth.
Fssshh.
A forceful stream struck the roof of Yumi’s mouth.
Her big eyes went even rounder, and tears welled up as if she were about to cry.
Whether he noticed or not, Shin-woo stayed focused on savoring the final afterglow of the lust he’d just released.
Yumi waited quietly.
Then, once the spurts had subsided and the cock that had been twitching with effort began to lose strength, she used the suction of her cheeks to wring out the very last drop.
With a wet pop, Yumi pulled away, her mouth full of freshly squeezed semen.
She closed her lips, turned her body, and spat the cum into the sink.
The thick fluid ran down in strings, stretching out like white threads.
So she won’t swallow it like in porn… Maybe I should ask her next time.
Shin-woo was getting shameless by the minute.
After rinsing her mouth, Yumi came back to the limply sprawled Shin-woo and whispered, “For now, I helped you get one quick one out. You can wait a little longer, right?”
With a charming eye-smile that contrasted sharply with the seductive look she’d just been wearing, Yumi lightly kissed Shin-woo’s cheek, then pulled the curtain open and headed outside.
Shin-woo quickly hauled his pants back up and leaned against the sofa again as if nothing had happened.
After getting off in a body already languid with drowsiness, he felt as though he were floating above the clouds.
He closed his eyes and thought back on what had just happened with Yumi.
To think the things I used to only imagine are becoming real one by one.
During his hormone-crazed teenage years, everything about Yumi had been fuel for his hand.
Her ample ass, overflowing with the appeal of a woman at her peak, had always swayed temptingly, and whenever she cut his hair, the sweet scent drifting from Yumi’s glossy lips had come close enough to make his head spin.
Even a brush of skin against skin was enough to turn that night into one where a single masturbation session could never satisfy him.
And now, the fact that my cock had gone into both of Yumi big sister’s holes and the one below…
Shin-woo felt like the whole thing was a dream.
Maybe even falling into the water was part of the dream.
He let his body sink into the eyes that were slowly closing.
“Shin-woo. Shin-woo.”
How much time had passed before he finally opened his eyes to Yumi’s voice shaking him awake? Before he knew it, the hair salon was empty except for the two of them.
“Big sis, what about the customer?”
Still rubbing his eyes, Shin-woo asked, only to see Yumi already starting to tidy up the salon.
“They all left while you were out. You must’ve been really tired.”
It was still March, so the days were short, and when he looked outside, he could see that it had grown dark.
Yumi briskly swept the floor, clapped her hands, looked around, and nodded a few times.
“Good. That should do it.”
Shin-woo, stiff from having dozed off crumpled on the sofa, sat up and stretched.
Yumi went outside, turned off the sign, and lowered the shutter.
“Huh? We’re done already?”
Shin-woo checked the clock; it was still a little early to close.
“Yeah. I thought I’d end a bit early today.”
After locking the door and checking it a few times to make sure it was secure, Yumi came back and stood in front of him.
Then, just like that, she shoved him over and, with practiced hands, dragged his pants down.
“B-Big sis?”
The situation he’d been hoping for happened at a time he hadn’t expected at all.
Yumi said nothing. She simply took the cock now exposed before her and ran her hand up and down it.
The body of a twenty-year-old man who had just woken up responded honestly.
Seeing the cock rise energetically, the same wicked, wanton expression as before appeared on Yumi’s face.
Yumi stripped off her top and bottom without hesitation.
Big sis’s body is even better than I thought.
In the earlier sex, everything had happened so suddenly that he hadn’t had the leisure to admire her figure at length.
But now that he’d tasted it once and had room to breathe, when he looked over the body laid bare before him, it was even more stunning than he’d always imagined.
She wasn’t slender, but the slightly lush softness of her figure only added to the allure of a woman in her late thirties, when desire should have been at its hottest.
Each time she bent over, the pale swell of her breasts peeked out, and when they jiggled before him, Shin-woo’s hands moved forward on their own.
His hands ruthlessly seized the breasts in his hot grip.
For the first time in his life, he was feeling softness like this, and he kneaded her chest as though working dough.
Yumi leaned in, pressing her breasts forward so they’d be easy for Shin-woo to touch, then climbed onto him.
As his gaze dropped from the breasts sloshing at the tips of his fingers, the head of his cock was already brushing against her pussy.
Shtk.
And then, without either of them having to say who moved first, they became one.
“Big sis, you’re really wet.”
Even Shin-woo, with his limited experience, could tell at a glance that moisture was spilling out from below.
Yumi thrust her chest forward as her naturally arched waist dipped, and the lower half of her hips began moving gently back and forth.
“Of course I am. I’ve been holding it in since earlier. You might’ve put out your fire, Shin-woo, but I’d been lit up from that moment on.”
Yumi’s movements gradually grew faster.
It was the taste of a man she’d forgotten after living so busily—yet what had happened with Shin-woo before had opened a door inside her that had long been shut.
And once that suppressed hunger spilled out, it surged so violently she could no longer contain it.
Every night, Yumi had soothed herself by thinking of what she’d done with Shin-woo, but the moment he walked through her door today, her whole body had already been burning hot and she couldn’t hold herself back.
She’d barely managed to restrain the urge to strip Shin-woo naked and climb on top of him right then and there by taking a quick taste first.
What she’d thought was a blowjob to satisfy Shin-woo’s desire had really been an act to calm her own heart.
But the instant she came face-to-face with that massive cock, she realized that judgment had been wrong.
She wanted to shove not her mouth but her pussy down on it immediately, but her position as the boss barely held her back.
Even as she touched the customer’s hair, the panties that had become wetter and wetter by the second made her want to tear them off at once.
And after the long wait, the cock she finally got to taste could not possibly have been less delicious than any man’s she’d ever had before.
The moment she lowered herself on it, Yumi gave a tiny gasp; then, before long, she was shouting out in a voice close to a scream and grinding her hips rough and hard.
The kid she’d always known had, in this instant, become her incredible partner.
Watching Yumi’s arousal build in real time right before his eyes, Shin-woo felt a surge of pleasure.
“Big sis, I love that you’re this happy with my cock.”
Without any special movement of his own, simply serving as a thick pillar was enough for Shin-woo to do his part.
After grinding for quite a while, Yumi lifted her legs, squatted on top of him, and began riding him.
Every time she slammed down, the sofa groaned under the weight of the two of them, seeming as if it might not be able to bear it.
Above the creak of the sofa, the rough, heated breathing of the two of them overlapped and harmonized into something that sounded almost like a song.
Shin-woo tried moving his hips to match the rhythm he was getting used to.
Thud-thump, thud-thump.
As their movements meshed together like a pair of millstones turning grain, Yumi cried out and reached her climax.
A small tremor ran through her belly as she froze.
Shin-woo kept moving his hips lightly enough not to break the flow.
The pussy that had just reached orgasm, still jolted by the continuing thrusts, started moving again.
Her soft inner flesh came alive, squeezing at Shin-woo’s cock as if wringing it dry.
“Big sis, wait a second.”
Shin-woo pulled out of the sofa, still buried in Yumi’s pussy, and changed positions the way he’d seen in videos.
He carefully laid Yumi down and folded his body over hers.
Their overlapping upper bodies slid against each other with every little movement because of the sweat between them.
“Shin-woo…”
It was a voice he’d never heard from her before.
Ah… so this is it.
Shin-woo instantly recognized the look in Yumi’s eyes as she gazed up at him and called his name.
So this is the look a woman gives a man…
Drunk on the sense of conquest he was feeling for the first time in his life, Shin-woo began to move.