Lunch with Eun-yeong, Part 2
With a roar of the engine, the car sped back toward the spot they had just left.
Eun-yeong slowly dragged her tongue along his cock, working the soft flesh with deliberate, thorough strokes.
Before long the car pulled into the place they had switched to only moments earlier. Han Pan fought down the stimulation flooding his body as best he could and carefully finished parking. Once the engine was off, he shoved the seat as far back as it would go.
The moment the space opened up, Eun-yeong lifted her head and then plunged down, sealing her mouth around his cock and bobbing rapidly up and down. The girth that filled her mouth was considerable. Even with as much of him as she could force past her lips, nearly half still remained outside. For all her experience with men, she still could not swallow the full, overflowing root of him; so she wrapped her hand around the base and stroked.
A moan and a sharp gasp tore from Han Pan’s mouth at the same time.
“Ah… Eun-yeong noona…”
Hearing her name spill from his lips made her feel good. She pulled off his cock, still pumping it with her hand, and looked up at him.
“What? Does Han Pan like that?”
Blood was racing so hard through him that his face had gone flushed.
“Ah… I like it… ah…”
He dragged her face up to his and kissed her. In an instant the two of them were devouring each other’s mouths, tongues twisting together without restraint. After they had kissed for a while, Eun-yeong lowered her gaze to his cock again. Clear beads of fluid had gathered at the slit; they looked delicious. She gathered saliva in her mouth and let it drip in a thick stream until most of it settled over the head. Then she stroked him up and down, spreading the spit evenly along the entire length, before looking up at him with a smile.
Han Pan smiled back.
She dipped her head again at once, parted her lips, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her sticky saliva mixed with his precum and made wet, filthy sounds inside her mouth—sounds that only drove Han Pan’s brain wilder. After licking him for a stretch, she spoke around his cock.
“Han Pan… you’re so lewd… getting this hard for your mom’s friend…”
“Ah, noona made it this way…”
Her eyes glittered with pure filth.
“Oh my, I did this? Mm… then… I’d better take care of it for you right away…”
She lowered her head again, slowly feeding his cock deeper into her mouth. It was a size she had never taken before, and at first she struggled hard; but as the minutes passed she grew used to him and began easing the glans past the back of her throat. For Han Pan it was the first time any woman had ever swallowed him that deep. The brand-new pleasure made his whole body shudder with a dizzy, electric rush. It was the first deepthroat of his life—something even the skilled Eun-ju had never managed for him. Experience really was everything. He felt her lips carefully descending the shaft as if she were chewing him down, and when the warm puffs of breath from her nose brushed against the root, he knew he was in the hands of a true expert. She was clearly very good at this.
At last she took every inch. When her lips met the base she sealed them tight and worked him with her whole mouth, sucking and kneading as if she meant to chew him up. Han Pan felt the urge to cum surge up almost at once. Sensing the violent twitch in his cock, Eun-yeong realized he was close; she slowly drew him out of her throat and lifted her head.
The sight of her—having swallowed him all the way to the root—struck Han Pan as unbearably lovely. She rose from his cock with a smile that seemed to ask for praise. He cupped both sides of her head, pulled her in, and offered his lips. She offered hers in return. Their mouths met, and neither waited for the other; tongues slid out and tangled at once. Soon the entire interior of the car was filled with the wet, smacking sounds of their kissing. Even while they kissed, Eun-yeong kept her hand on his cock, stroking steadily so he would not soften, and Han Pan moaned into her mouth under that constant stimulation. After a long stretch of hungry kissing they finally broke apart, both gasping hard for air.
“You’re good at kissing… That’s no ordinary skill. Who taught you?”
Han Pan smiled.
“I got all kinds of training in the military…”
As he spoke he closed a hand over her breast. The touch wrenched a moan from Eun-yeong and her eyes fluttered shut. She began slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse; a vivid scarlet lace bra that looked to be at least an E-cup came into view. The design was deliberately provocative—clearly something she had chosen with him in mind. Han Pan slipped his hand inside the open blouse, found her breast beneath the lace, and stroked. When his fingers found the nipple and flicked it, her whole body jerked as if a spring had been released. Realizing her nipples were a major erogenous zone, he twisted harder. A loud, raw moan burst from her throat. Her eyes opened and locked on his.
“Shall we try matching our chemistry for real now?”
She climbed astride him. Han Pan dropped the seat as low as it would go. Her body settled over his, and they fell into another fierce kiss, tongues coiling, the wet sounds of saliva filling the cabin. Slowly Eun-yeong spread her legs wide and positioned her pussy directly above his cock. She hiked the short skirt up to her waist; a matching string panty—paper-thin, ornate, and shamelessly decorative—caught the light. It looked obscenely lewd. She hooked a finger under the crotch and tugged the fabric aside, baring her shaved pussy. The pretty pink folds glistened, the entrance already wet and inviting enough to make his vision swim.
Han Pan took hold of his cock and guided it toward her. Eun-yeong rubbed her pussy along the length a few times, eyes sliding shut as the pleasure rolled through her whole body, then began to sink down onto him. She started moving in a slow, rolling rhythm, as if she were driving. The sensation of that massive cock pushing all the way to her womb was dizzying—something she had never felt before, a new dimension of pleasure that flooded every nerve.
They moved against each other in a measured, grinding pace, and the car soon filled with their moans.
“Haa… haa… What if someone sees us here?” Han Pan panted.
“It’s fine… The tint is dark enough that you can’t see inside at all… and people barely come through here… I use this spot for car sex sometimes… It’s perfect… Don’t worry… Ah… ah…”
Han Pan grinned and gripped her waist, supporting her rhythm. With her posture locked in, Eun-yeong began to ride him with the fluid, expert grace of a carp gliding through water. The cock was the biggest she had ever taken, but she had plenty of experience. Taking large men was nothing new to her—yet this one was clearly on another level entirely from anything she had known before. She picked up speed. Han Pan matched her, driving up hard to meet every descent. The friction turned wet and filthy from the juices pouring out of her, the wet slap of skin filling the cabin. They raced toward climax together. Their movements grew more violent; the car rocked on its suspension. Even with the tint, anyone with sharp eyes would have known exactly what was happening inside.
Han Pan reached the edge first. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Ah… ah… Eun-yeong, I’m gonna cum… It feels so fucking good…”
“Ang… baby… ang ang… baby… I love your cock so much!!! Ang, baby!”
“Can I cum inside?”
“Ang ang… I’m on birth control, it’s fine… Cum inside me… ang ang ang…”
Han Pan put on a final, savage spurt, hips slamming up into her. Eun-yeong stopped riding, lifted her hips slightly, and simply took the rapid, brutal thrusts. Then his hips locked. The first thick pulse of cum slammed into her womb with raw force. She felt the scalding flood pour deep into her body and cried out in a long, broken moan.
“Ah!!!! Baby!!!! Aaaaaah!!!!!!”