Innocent Face, Anything But
Song Hoon let go of the hand coiled around his forearm and reached for the cock that had been teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs, but he wasn’t about to let her have her way.
Instead, he caught both of her hands in one of his and slipped himself free from between her thighs. What swept through her then was a sharp sense of loss.
“N-no... please give it back.”
As soon as the cock that had been rubbing at her inner thighs disappeared, a wave of unbearable disappointment crashed over her.
Lee Dahyeon’s lower body writhed this way and that, searching for the vanished cock.
But Song Hoon didn’t even bother answering. He simply grabbed her breasts and kept tormenting her, never letting her settle.
Her body was so overheated it had gone beyond arousal and straight into heat.
She had expected to be devoured the moment he came in, but instead Song Hoon kept dragging her along, maddening her little by little.
With that enormous cock right in front of her and still out of reach, Dahyeon honestly felt like she might go insane.
“Ahh... please fuck me... please eat me, Hoon...”
Except it wasn’t even the kind of cruel teasing that left her on the edge. That somehow made it worse. It felt as though she were turning into a cock-crazed bitch of her own accord.
She twisted her body, desperate to taste Song Hoon’s lips, desperate to taste his cock, but he refused to give her even that much.
“Hngh... pleaase... fuck meee...”
So all that was left was for her to knead at her breasts and greedily suck on the fingers Song Hoon had slipped into her mouth.
And as she sucked diligently on his fingers, her cunt juices soaked through her panties and stained the front of her leggings, the mirror in front of her reflected...
“So humiliating...”
It showed a version of Lee Dahyeon that was nothing like the woman she usually was.
“Look carefully. Lee Dahyeon, this is you.”
“N-no... hee...”
“A bitch whose body gets obscene at the touch of the first strange man she’s ever seen.”
Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, while saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.
The neat hair she’d always worn was now a tangled mess, and her clothes were pulled halfway off, as though they’d be stripped away at any second.
The crotch of her leggings was already darkening with the cunt juice dripping from her slit. And even while she watched herself in that state, she kept shamelessly grinding her waist toward Song Hoon’s cock, sucking his fingers with wet little smacking sounds.
“You look pretty good like this.”
“Ahh...”
Only after she’d become that kind of sight did Song Hoon hook a hand under her chin and kiss her.
No—rather than him leaning in, Dahyeon’s own head moved first to meet his lips.
She couldn’t refuse. Every word that came out of Song Hoon’s mouth was embarrassing beyond belief, but instead of making her angry, each one twisted her legs into a helpless knot.
The leggings soaked through with her own juice chafed against her thighs, making a wet, sticky sound.
Smack. Sluuurp.
When Song Hoon drew his head back, Dahyeon chased his mouth forward twice as eagerly, pressing their lips together harder, as if she would never let go.
“Haa... I like it...”
Just one kiss was enough to melt her face completely.
“More, please. More...” she breathed, shivering. “Ahnn—”
Now even the brush of a fingertip across her skin made her moan.
Song Hoon guided Dahyeon to the bed, sat himself down on the edge, and admired her.
Her face was flushed red, her eyes bright and wet with what looked like tears.
“Dahyeon.”
“Y-yes...”
He leaned back slightly and pressed the video record button on his phone.
“Suck.”
“Yes! At last...! Hoon’s cock...”
At the realization that she could finally taste Song Hoon’s cock, Dahyeon quickly straightened her posture, radiant with joy.
She dropped to her knees and crawled forward like a dog, slipping herself between Song Hoon’s thighs and wrapping both hands around his cock.
“Haa... it looks so delicious.”
Then she carefully took it into her mouth.
“Huuuh...”
As though handling the only candy she had in the world, she touched her lips to the head with exquisite care, then drew her tongue from the base upward along the shaft.
Sluurp—chuurp—shlick—
And then, unleashing all the desire she’d been holding back, she moved her tongue and mouth nonstop.
“Haah. An innocent face and a skill set like a whore’s.”
Even though her mouth must have felt rough from the hair, she didn’t care at all. She licked the shaft, licked the balls, and rolled them around inside her mouth.
“You really are nothing but a bitch.”
“Hehe... thank you.”
Even while she growled around his cock like a cat, she rubbed her face against his thigh with brazen, seductive affection.
Then she opened her mouth wide and shoved his cock down her throat.
“Khk—khhek—”
It was so long that it hit the back of her throat, and she gagged hard, but she kept forcing it in anyway, as if she could never give up.
She kept pushing and pushing until his cock was rammed all the way to the back of her throat. It still hadn’t gone in completely to the root, but...
Lee Dahyeon cried at the overwhelming fullness that cock gave her.
“Huh? You’re crying?”
Song Hoon felt something strange as he watched her shove his cock into her throat by her own choice and still break into tears.
It was like the sadistic streak sharpened by alcohol had just been upgraded a notch higher.
He wondered if she really had that sort of tendency, but instead of thinking, he left everything to instinct.
“You tasty.”
“You’re an incredible little bitch.”
“Yes... I’m a cock bitch. I like it so much.”
She never let the cock out of her mouth, answering only through wet, slurping sounds no matter how hard she tried to speak. Watching her like that made all the teasing feel worthwhile.
And if she really had that much sexual experience, then the rumors weren’t lies, because her fellatio was first-rate.
“Haa... I’ve never had a cock like this before... I love it.”
If this was what she looked like after only a few minutes of teasing, then how far would she transform if he kept her aching all day before fucking her?
And then, all at once, he grabbed her hair and drove his cock deep into her throat.
“Ugh—kheeeck—”
She gagged on the huge cock that had suddenly been jammed in, flailing as she punched at his thigh, but soon enough tears dripped down her cheeks and she took it.
When she’d inserted it herself, a little of the base was still outside. But now the root itself was buried in her throat.
She swallowed convulsively, trying her best to accept the cock.
“Hah. Tastes good.”
Every time she tightened her throat, his cock grew deliciously tight, massaging the head.
It felt incredible. With all the cum already stacked up inside him thanks to An Hyejeong, he was ready to blow.
He yanked her hair and piston-fucked her mouth by force.
“Look up.”
At his command, Dahyeon lifted her gaze to the camera, saliva streaming down her chin, her pupils loose and unfocused.
“Hehe...”
His cock buried in her mouth, she stared straight into the lens.
And with a tremendous surge of release, he blasted his semen into her mouth.
“Hah—khk—”
She sucked in a ragged breath, gagged as if some of it had gone down the wrong pipe, and yet still swallowed every last drop, determined not to let a single bit leak out before coughing hard afterward.
“I drank it all. Hoon’s cum.”
The way she smiled wide through tears and saliva, sticking her tongue out with blatant shamelessness, was beyond slutty.
“Good girl.”
Song Hoon scratched under Dahyeon’s chin like she was a cat, and she purred like one too, rubbing her face against his fingertips.
“Thank you.”
She really was an astonishing little bitch. He wasn’t sure whether it was instinct or something else, but she knew exactly what made a man hard.
“Get it up again. With your breasts.”
Even after spilling once, his cock wasn’t completely dead; it only sat there a little slack. The moment Dahyeon’s tongue touched it, it sprang hard again.
“Amazing... Haa. It’s already standing again.”
Dahyeon pulled her clothes up to her chest, gathering her breasts inside and creating a valley between them, then tucked his cock between the soft flesh.
Her top was already soaked with saliva and arousal, clinging tightly to her big breasts and creating a strangely obscene sensation.
Then she moved her upper body slowly, massaging his cock with her chest as she rocked it up and down.
“Hehe... you like it, right?”
Instead of answering, Song Hoon lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.
“Ah... I like it. Hoon’s kiss... I liike it.”
It was a different feeling from her mouth or her pussy. Every time she pressed her breasts with her hands, the cock trapped beneath all that soft flesh was squeezed flat, producing a perverse stimulation.
Fuck. So this is a titjob. Holy shit.
Experiencing it firsthand made it crystal clear why a proper pair of breasts was needed for this to work.
“Take it all off.”
Only then did Dahyeon obey his order, rising from the bed and stripping off each layer one by one.
There was no hint of embarrassment in her. All she wanted was to show Song Hoon her body as quickly as possible.
All she could think was that if he saw her figure like this, he’d devour her deliciously.
The tight white T-shirt dropped to the floor with a soft thud.
When she slipped off the leggings, now stained a two-tone color from her arousal, glossy moisture dripped down between her panties and the fabric.
“Come here.”
Halfway through removing her panties, Dahyeon stepped toward Song Hoon instead, and he personally pulled them down for her.
“Ahnh...”
As the panties came down, Dahyeon twisted her thighs together and leaned herself a little toward him.
Then Song Hoon ran his hand through the bush framing her pussy and drew out a long strand of slick arousal, stretching it right in front of her eyes.
“What a filthy little bitch.”
“Hiiing... You’re the one who made me like this, Hoon.”
Good. Very good. Snickering, Song Hoon shoved her down onto the bed and spread her juice-soaked pussy wide open with both hands.
“Haaah—hnngh, ahhh...”
He’d only licked her a few times with his tongue, yet she was already moaning like she might come apart.
Inner thighs, nape of the neck, and clit.
He began working over Dahyeon’s erogenous zones one by one, carefully and methodically.
“Uhaah... hnnng... I feel like I’m dying. It feels too good...”
Every time Song Hoon’s tongue touched her body, Dahyeon writhed all over, spilling arousal and moans together.
And the sex had only just begun.
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