So-jo Noona 2
So-jo turned to face him and unhooked her bra.
It opened from the front, a detail he found intensely erotic.
She slipped the bra off, smiled, and tossed it to him, then covered her breasts with her free hand.
Han Pan caught the falling bra and brought it to his nose, inhaling the scent that clung to it—her perfume mixed with the sweat from the dancing they had just shared.
So-jo’s eyes sparkled as she watched him. Slowly, still holding his gaze, she drew her hands away from her chest.
Han Pan took in her nearly perfect breasts. They were smaller than Mi-ho’s, yet far firmer and springier, with a jelly-like bounce and a flawless C-cup curve that left nothing to criticize. The pale flesh, the soft pink of her areolas, and the stiff peaks of her nipples told him exactly how aroused she already was.
After a long moment of mutual staring, So-jo lowered both hands, hooked her fingers into the side strings of her panties, and pulled them wide.
The thin fabric stretched tight, crushing her pussy lips together until the full outline of her cunt stood out in sharp relief against the cloth. Her eyes glittered with pure filth.
She gave him plenty of time to look, then tugged the strings left and right, making the crotch swell even more and the outer edges of her pussy print even clearer.
Han Pan realized this was no first-time performance. The role she had mentioned earlier had not been pure chance.
So-jo toyed with him a little longer, swinging the strings like a private show, then slowly peeled the panties down her legs and stepped free.
Her completely bare pussy came into view—plump, petal-shaped lips, smooth and inviting.
Han Pan swallowed hard.
Now she wore nothing but those dizzyingly high black stilettos. The sight of her was pure eroticism distilled.
While he stared, lost, So-jo bent forward and crawled toward him. Han Pan matched her pace, climbing onto the bed and propping a pillow behind his back.
She planted both hands on the mattress and climbed up on all fours. Their eyes locked; she leaned in and sealed her mouth over his.
Tongues met at once, twisting hot and hungry, trading saliva until the room filled with the wet sounds of their kissing.
Minutes later So-jo slowly broke the kiss. She licked a path down his cheek, over his ear, along his throat, descending lower. One hand braced her weight; the other wrapped around his cock and stroked it gently as she went.
Her lips and tongue raced across his chest, his abs, and finally reached his cock. Han Pan’s entire body shuddered under her expert tongue work.
Nearly at the base, So-jo spread both hands around his shaft.
“Fits perfectly in both hands…”
She pumped him with a firm two-handed stroke. A thick, pearl-clear bead of precum welled at the tip.
So-jo smiled at the sight, leaned down, and carefully extended her tongue to taste it. She closed her eyes and savored the flavor.
“Mmm… way sweeter than I expected…”
Still locking eyes with him, she snapped her wrists and stroked harder. Pleasure twisted Han Pan’s face; So-jo drank in the expression.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah.”
“How much?”
“Like fucking crazy.”
“You like it when Noona plays with your cock?”
“Ah… so fucking much…”
“Want something even better?”
“!!!”
A jolt like pure electricity ripped through Han Pan’s body the instant her lips touched his cockhead. The warm seal of her mouth and the soft press of her tongue sent heat racing down the entire length of his shaft and flooding every nerve.
She kept her eyes on his face the whole time, tongue flicking against his slit as if cataloguing every twitch and gasp.
After a while she drew a deep breath and slowly took him into her mouth. There was a limit, though. She forced herself farther, gagged, and finally coughed him free.
Han Pan looked worried.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… ah, but it’s really big. Hard to take… mmm…”
She studied his size for a moment, sucked in a huge breath, and swallowed him again. She worked him deeper, yet a full third still remained outside. Undeterred, she began to push the head past the entrance of her throat, millimeter by millimeter, until her lips finally kissed his balls. In that position she stuck out her tongue and licked them.
Han Pan had never felt anything like it. No woman had ever deep-throated him and then licked his balls at the same time. Extreme pleasure seized every muscle; he convulsed and cried out.
Hearing the scream, So-jo decided she had hit her mark. She slowly pulled off, a satisfied smile on her spit-slick lips.
“How was that? Good?”
“Ah… Noona, that was fucking incredible… no joke…”
“Really? Glad you liked it…”
She stroked his saliva-coated cock slowly up and down, then twisted around and presented her pussy to his face. The pink folds were already glossy with her juices.
Han Pan understood the invitation at once. He lifted his head and drove his tongue into her cunt. Taking the cue, So-jo sealed her mouth around his cock again and bobbed, focusing on the head.
They stayed locked in sixty-nine for a long while, tongues working each other, So-jo’s moans spilling out in a steady stream.
At last she rose, crawled forward, planted one hand on his knee for balance, and gripped his cock with the other. She lined him up against her entrance, looked back over her shoulder, and grinned.
“Heh… ready to go for real?”
Han Pan nodded and firmly gripped the stiletto heels that were planted deep in the bedding.
So-jo smiled at the gesture.
“Han Pan knows a thing or two… doesn’t look like your first rodeo.”
He laughed.
“Your little brother likes putting high heels on girls when he fucks them.”
So-jo’s smile widened.
“Is that so? Noona likes doing it in nothing but heels too… our tastes match perfectly.”
She sank down slowly, easing his heavy cock into her pussy. The sheer thickness left a raw, brand-new impression—like she was being split in two.
“Haaahk…”
A loud moan tore from her throat. Han Pan’s lips curved in satisfaction. Giving his noona that kind of shock felt damn good. Why hadn’t he thought of fucking her sooner?
He watched her begin to ride, rising and falling, finding a rhythm. As her pace quickened, pleasure flooded him. Her cunt gripped and milked him with every stroke, far better than he had imagined. So-jo flexed her inner muscles deliberately, squeezing him on the way in and out.
They fucked hard and fast, cycling through position after position. So-jo was skilled in many of them; sometimes she led, sometimes he did. Their bodies synced better than either expected. The room filled with the music Han Pan had put on, the creak of the bed, and their rising moans.
After a long stretch of her riding him cowgirl, Han Pan sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and stood in one smooth motion. So-jo locked her hands behind his neck and her legs around his waist; the cold points of her heels pressed into his back.
He fucked her standing, then carried her to the wall and pinned her there, thrusting deep until he finally set her down. She leaned against the wall, chest heaving, eyes already unfocused and dazed.
Han Pan turned her around. So-jo bent over at once, presenting her plump, heart-shaped ass. Pussy juice glistened between the cheeks.
He gripped her shoulders, lined up, and drove in hard. Her body arched like a bow and a scream ripped out of her—loud enough that Han Pan briefly wondered if their mother might wake.
He fucked her without mercy after that, pounding into her from behind.