Hee-ju’s Touch 2
The moment Su-hui's fingers brushed Hee-ju's stiff nipples, a moan slipped from Hee-ju's lips. In the darkened room her gaze was caught and held by Su-hui's eyes locked on hers. Unlike a man's touch, Su-hui's hands caressed her breasts with a soft, deliberate gentleness.
"Haa... Su-hui..."
"How does it feel, Hee-ju?"
"It's soft... it feels good..."
Hee-ju's hands climbed back up to Su-hui's chest. The two women lay facing each other, fondling one another's breasts, their feet brushing lightly together.
Then their smooth calves tangled, and after that their thighs, legs slowly intertwining.
"Nnngh..."
Hee-ju was growing hotter by the second. The slick, silky feel of another woman's thigh against her own stirred a strange, sharp excitement. A body softer than any man's, a touch more delicate, and the delicious weight of taboo all fed the rising heat. They rubbed each other's breasts with slow, tender strokes while their tangled legs pulled them closer and closer.
"Haa... Hee-ju..."
"Su-hui... this is weird... it feels so good..."
A moan spilled through Hee-ju's slightly parted lips. Their faces drew near enough that their breath mingled, hot and close. Su-hui leaned in and kissed the panting girl, sliding her tongue without hesitation between lips already open for her.
"Mmnh..."
Su-hui's tongue curled softly around Hee-ju's, wet and yielding. The hand that had been stroking Hee-ju's breast slipped down to her waist and under her clothes, tracing the smooth bare skin beneath. Their tongues tangled, sticky and deep.
"Haah..."
Su-hui's hand pushed further in and closed around Hee-ju's bare breast—soft flesh that filled her palm completely. She squeezed as if wringing it, then caught Hee-ju's nipple between thumb and forefinger and tugged it gently.
"Aahng... nnh..."
Hee-ju took Su-hui's tongue and then broke into a sharp, open moan.
"Ah... Su-hui... let me... do you too..."
Hee-ju pressed her mouth to Su-hui's throat. She burrowed in close, sliding a hand under Su-hui's clothes, licking along the nape of her neck while her palm swept down Su-hui's back. Soft skin and the firm line of muscle under her fingers; she stuck out her tongue and dragged it along Su-hui's collarbone.
"Aaa... Hee-ju..."
A tremor ran through Su-hui and into Hee-ju's hand. Hee-ju's tongue kept traveling lower until she found the nipple standing out hard against the thin fabric and nipped it lightly with her teeth.
"Haang..."
Su-hui's hips gave a little jerk.
"Su-hui... you're sensitive here, huh?"
"Aaa... nnh..."
Hee-ju stiffened her tongue and pressed the tip hard against the nipple. Spit soaked through the cloth until it clung wetly.
"Haa... nnnh... Hee-ju..."
"God, look at your nipple standing up... so filthy..."
Hee-ju circled the tip of her tongue around and around the bud until the thin fabric was plastered tight against it. Then she pushed Su-hui's top upward; Su-hui, still on her side, lifted her upper body to help. The T-shirt bunched above her chest, and Su-hui's bare breasts were suddenly right in front of Hee-ju's eyes. Hee-ju took one slowly in her hand and began kissing and licking her way across it.
"Aahng... nnh... Hee-ju..."
Hee-ju bit down gently on Su-hui's nipple. Watching Su-hui moan under her own mouth and hands was so lewd it only stoked her further. She caught the nipple between her front teeth and rubbed the underside with her tongue.
"Aanh... ahng... aaa..."
After a long stretch of helpless moaning, Su-hui caught Hee-ju's face in her hands. She pushed herself upright; Hee-ju rose with her until the two women were sitting face to face. Without a word they stripped off their tops and closed the distance. Kneeling up, they kissed again—messier this time, spit smearing at the corners of their mouths as they hunted each other's tongues.
Soft arms wound around each other's waists. While they lost themselves in the kiss their breasts pressed together, each woman feeling the other's stiffened nipples against her own skin. They began to rub those joined chests slowly back and forth. The kiss grew bolder still; they stuck their tongues out into the open air and licked at each other there.
"Haa... Su-hui... this is so... dirty..."
A drop of spit fell from their joined tongues. Su-hui watched it land on Hee-ju's breast. Then she took hold of Hee-ju's chest, lined their nipples up against each other, and let a long string of saliva trail down between them. The sticky spit fell between their nipples and glued them together like adhesive.
"Hnn... what are you..."
Still holding Hee-ju's breasts, Su-hui started rubbing nipple against nipple. The thick saliva worked like lubricant, easing the friction.
"Aanh... Hee-ju... ahng... aaa..."
"Aahng... nnh... Su-hui... ahng... wait... aahng..."
"Why... what's wrong..."
"This is... a little... embarrassing... aaa... nnh..."
Su-hui spat on the other breast as well. They pressed both pairs of breasts together again and kept grinding. Su-hui kissed Hee-ju once more, wet and clinging. Instinctively they rubbed their chests together while sucking on each other's tongues. Su-hui's hand slid from Hee-ju's waist lower still, past the neat vertical dip of her navel, and straight down into her pants. It brushed the fine inverted triangle of Hee-ju's pubic hair and then found her already slick, wet pussy.
"Nnh... aaa... aahng..."
Su-hui's fingers parted Hee-ju's folds and stroked straight down. Past the clit, everything grew wetter the lower she went. She dipped a fingertip into the pool of juices at Hee-ju's entrance, then slowly smeared it over the surrounding flesh and up onto her clit.
"Haang... Su-hui... ahng... aaa... this is... aanh..."
"Touch me too, Hee-ju..."
Su-hui caught Hee-ju's hand and guided it down toward her own pussy. Hee-ju slipped her hand into Su-hui's pants and reached between her legs. Her fingers met Su-hui's completely hairless, silky-smooth pussy and twitched in a brief start of surprise before sliding toward the entrance already seeping wet. Hee-ju mirrored Su-hui, spreading the juices around. Soon both women were stroking each other in earnest—plump outer lips, the tender flesh around them, the clit—working each other's pussies with careful, devoted attention.
"Aahng... nnh... aaa..."
"Haa... aanh... hah..."
Their hips jerked on instinct. Su-hui's fingers pushed inside Hee-ju. At the same time she parted her own legs a little; Hee-ju understood at once and slid her fingers into Su-hui in return.
"Hnn..."
"Nnh..."
Slowly moving fingers made lewd, wet sounds inside them. Fingers thrusting into soaked, dripping holes.
"Aahng... nnh... ahng... Su-hui... ahng... it feels so weird... ahng... aahng..."
"Hnn... aaa... Hee-ju... so good... aahng... nnnh..."
They buried their faces in each other's shoulders and moaned like they were sobbing.
"Hnn... Hee-ju... ahng... you're going to keep going, right? Keep going?"
"Yeah... mmnh... Su-hui... ah... it's too much... too intense... aaa..."
Su-hui pulled her fingers free and stripped off Hee-ju's pants. The thin shorts came away to bare Hee-ju's pale, round ass. Hee-ju stripped Su-hui's shorts off in turn. A completely hairless back-boji was suddenly right in front of Hee-ju's eyes.
"Ah... Su-hui... with no hair it looks so filthy..."
"Right? You can see exactly how wet I am."
Su-hui parted her folds a little.
"Oh my god, that's insanely dirty."
Grinning, Su-hui pushed Hee-ju down onto her back and climbed over her in reverse. She nipped lightly at Hee-ju's breast.
"Haah..."
Hee-ju moaned and stared at Su-hui's breasts swaying right above her face. Feeling Su-hui's tongue working her nipple, she stuck out her own tongue and licked Su-hui's in return.
"Nnnh..."
"Nngh..."
They licked each other's breasts like they were starving. For Hee-ju, sex with another woman was brand new and almost overwhelmingly intense. The taboo of lesbian sex combined with Su-hui's practiced lead left her more aroused than she had ever been with a man. While they were still devouring each other's chests, Hee-ju's hand drifted down and she started touching her own pussy.
Wet, slapping sounds rose as Hee-ju stroked herself, juices already thick and plentiful. Watching her, Su-hui began rubbing her own clit.
"Haah... nngh... ahng..."
"Aahng... nnh... Hee-ju... aahng... you're so filthy..."
"Aanh... aaa... because you're too good at this... haang..."
By the time Hee-ju's breasts were shiny with spit, Su-hui started sliding her body lower. She kept going until her head was between Hee-ju's thighs, then brushed Hee-ju's hand aside. Without a second's hesitation she put her mouth to Hee-ju's pussy—soaked through, even the fine hair wet and matted with juices—and began to suck.
"Haaahk... ah... Su-hui... aaa... going this far... hnnk... ah..."
Hee-ju's body jerked under the careful, relentless work of Su-hui's tongue. Right above her face hung Su-hui's own wet, hairless back-boji. Because Su-hui had climbed on with her legs spread, that clean pussy was parted and glistening, heavy with juices and looking almost good enough to eat. Before a drop could fall, Hee-ju lifted her mouth and kissed it, sucking Su-hui's pussy the same way.
"Ahng... aanh... aahng..."
"Haang... Hee-ju... aahng... does it feel good?"
"Yeah... yeah... Su-hui... aahng... better than with a guy... aahng... so good... nnnh..."
Su-hui spread Hee-ju's folds with both hands and licked every inch. Juices kept pouring out of Hee-ju without pause. Su-hui worked her clit with her tongue while her fingers gently stroked the entrance below.
"Aahng... nnh... nnnh... haa... ahng..."
Hee-ju buried her face in Su-hui's pussy and moaned into it, sucking hard whenever she could gather her wits.
"Ah, Su-hui... ah... aaa... it's too much... too strong... hnn... ahng..."
"Are you going to cum?"
"Aahng... yeah... hnn... ah... it's embarrassing... aahng..."
"You're enjoying it this much... what's there to be embarrassed about... hnn..."
"Haaa... nnh... but still... ahng... you're my friend... aahng... and you're sucking my pussy... hnnk... I'm going to cum... ah... nnnh..."
Su-hui nipped lightly at her clit and slid her fingers into Hee-ju, scratching gently inside.
"Haaahk... ahk... don't... Su-hui... nngh..."
Hee-ju's body shuddered hard as she gushed, hips twitching in little spasms.
"Wow, look how wet you are, Hee-ju. Guys must go crazy for you."
"Haa... I don't know... what even is this... ah... so embarrassing..."
"So... want to stop?"
"...No. Now it's my turn."
Hee-ju pulled Su-hui up—and in the scramble Su-hui ended up sitting squarely on her face, pussy pressed to her mouth.
"Hey, what the— hnnk... aahng... nnh..."
Hee-ju drove her tongue up into Su-hui's pussy and swirled it hard.
"Haahk... ah... what are you... Hee-ju... nnnh... aahng..."