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"Th-think of it as a mouth pussy and cum quick..."
I'd worried earlier that the hard floor would be uncomfortable for Yoo Seol-ah to sit on, but now we're on the mat—no such concerns. It's the first time since returning that I've gone two full days without jerking off, and being under the influence of the skin-recovery magic I cast has my cock standing rock-hard. To top it off, she hasn't bothered rebuttoning the shirt she undid earlier, leaving her cleavage fully exposed through the gap—incredibly hot. And yet, she's still hesitating.
"If someone doesn't calm me down quick, I swear I won't hold back and just pounce on whoever's closest."
"Fine!... Geez."
With a heavy sigh, she finally wraps one soft hand around the base of my shaft.
...This already feels too good—kinda dangerous. If she strokes it while giving me head, I might blow way too fast, so to build up some endurance, I decide to make a request.
"Oh, right."
"What now...?"
"No hands. Just your mouth."
Her eyes narrow into a glare, teeth practically grinding. Given how much more doujin she's probably consumed than me, she knows exactly what I'm asking for.
"...You are such a... Ugh, forget it."
Even her voice grates with clenched teeth—it's obvious. Just using her face without hands feels way more humiliating. For me, it amps up that devoted vibe, especially with her glare turning ice-cold, which turns me on even harder. No matter how much she glares, she's looking up at me from below, so it doesn't scare me one bit. It just fuels my conquest kink.
"...Don't you dare ever call my tastes hard or whatever..."
"......"
But honestly, compared to her, I'm the soft one. She has no idea the depths of my fantasies since I never spelled them out. Choking during sex? Even if I'm begging for it, that's a bit scary for me...
"I'll start, so tap my shoulder if you're gonna cum."
Sounds familiar. Straight out of that famous artist's latest doujin—she's definitely read it. Of course she has.
As I idly ponder that, she drops one last icy line before diving in.
"Just until you cum once..."
On her knees, hands clasped between her thighs, she plants a soft smack of a kiss right on the tip of my glans.
"Ngh..."
I'd felt it last time too—the physical sensation is one thing, but the mental high of Yoo Seol-ah kissing my dick hits like a truck. Especially since she's keeping those eyes locked on mine, gauging my reaction.
Her hand twitches up out of habit, but she catches herself with a faint sigh and lowers it back. Then she drops her head low, positioning herself well below my cock, and unleashes an intense wave of pleasure.
"Guh!"
My legs nearly buckled. Starting from the root—right where it meets my balls—she drags her slick, soft tongue in a straight line up the underside all the way to the glans. Lick. Then she laps up the precum oozing from my slit like it's a treat, her voice still frosty.
"...Don't get all prideful. Just cum already."
"......"
Her technique screams service, but those sharp words make the stimulation insane. Makes me wanna hold out just to spite her.
After a steadying breath, she starts parting her lips wider.
"Mmph..."
"Kh!"
My glans vanishes into her mouth in one go. Her tiny lips stretch around my girth, creating real pressure—but that's just the initial squeeze. Then comes an indescribable rush: slick, soft, warm, enveloping.
Especially knowing this is my first-ever blowjob—the mental thrill is off the charts.
"Hoo..."
Breathing around my cock isn't easy; she pauses to catch her breath, still just holding the tip. Even the little noises her tongue makes feel amazing.
"...Hah... haa..."
...Cum quick? She said just until I finish once, so I'm planning to drag it out.
She frowns faintly at my silence. Moments later, a ridiculous spike of pleasure hits the tip.
"Mmm..."
It shifts from gentle embrace to her tongue wriggling like a living thing around the head. Just the glans in her mouth, but she's attacking it relentlessly. The most sensitive spot—every flick sends shivers of itchy ecstasy surging through me. Her soft tongue milks out more precum, only to sweep it away instantly.
"Ngh!?"
Now she's zeroing in on my urethra, tongue pressing like it's trying to invade. It's driving me insane. She's way too good at this. No wonder—doujins might skip hip techniques, but blowjob scenes? Overflowing.
Lucky for me, her mouth isn't the freakish vice-grip her pussy is. If it were, I'd have probably cum a few times already.
She keeps watching my reactions, sensing I'm not quite there yet. She pauses her tongue, brushes her hair aside with one hand—still not releasing me— and the simple motion looks erotic as hell in the moment.
"Hoo...... Pha..."
She sighs around my cock, then pulls back slightly for a break.
"...Too big... my jaw hurts..."
"......"
...Should I be sorry? But bigger's gotta be better than small, right?
"...When are you gonna cum...?"
"Beats me."
Arousal isn't some steady meter. Sometimes it spikes uncontrollably; other times it crashes. Though with Yoo Seol-ah, that second one's impossible.
She brushes her hair back again—her thinking habit. Then she looks up and makes a demand.
"...Gimme your hands."
Not sure what she means, I extend one. She shakes her head.
"Both hands."
"Like this?"
I hold both out in front. She lifts her hands from between her knees and interlaces our fingers—proper lover's handhold.
"This is a one-time thing. So cum quick."
The classic intertwined grip most couples discover on dates. We've held hands plenty, but never like this—and definitely not during a blowjob. No way I saw that coming.
But she doesn't stop there.
"Hoo..... You can thrust a little... Th-think of it as a mouth pussy and cum quick, seriously..... Mmph."
With that, she opens wide again and engulfs me. The sudden surge nearly makes me cum on re-entry—I barely hold back. Her dirty talk packs a punch. And sober this time? The embarrassment in her voice only amps it up.
This time, less tongue—more forward push, underside cradled. Soon, something presses the tip, with a bit of space below. Half my cock's vanished inside her; probably hitting her throat.
"Mmph!... Hoo..."
She squeezes our clasped hands in surprise but breathes through her nose and starts bobbing slowly.
"Chup... Mmph... Jup!... Chuuup..."
Pistoning like she's proving her words. Exploring her "mouth pussy" feels unreal. Her rhythm steadies, speeding up; the lewd sounds echo louder through the living room.
Breathing gets tougher—her glare sharpens into a scowl.
"Slurp!... Mmph!... Hoo... Churuup!"
She tugs our hands for leverage, adding wet squelches. Pleasure builds fast—balls tightening, cock throbbing. Can't hold it. I pull her hands, thrust forward, and unleash.
Spurt! Splurt! Spluuurt!
It keeps going.
"Mmph!?... Gulp!!...... Churuup!"
Instinct shoves my tip down her throat, but even panicked, she milks me back and forth, sucking out every drop. Each bob drains my urethra dry. Pure bliss—my hips nearly give out.
"Hoooom...... Mm..."
Finally done, she eases back carefully. A soft pop as I slip free. Longer load than usual—her cheeks puff slightly. Lips sealed tight, she glances around for tissues—but then...
"Hmmm... Mm...... Glk... Pha..."
Eyes shut, she swallows with an audible gulp.
...I never told her to swallow...?
"Hey, you didn't have to swallow that..."
She looks up.
"Eh...? ......Eek, no, that's not—"
No seduction here—just pure fluster. Unconscious reflex?
"No, I mean, it's not like—!"
She's babbling, trying to bolt—but our fingers are still locked. She just flails in place. Magic or not, her erotic disarray has me hard as pre-climax again.
No reason not to hit the bed. I release our grip, scoop her up princess-style—still flustered.
"Kyaa!?"