Ban Mi-jo's Photoshoot 8
Ban Mi-jo shifted her body this way and that, brazenly thrusting her pussy straight into the angle of his camera.
Han Pan locked onto her glistening cunt and kept hammering the shutter, whooping with delight.
"Noona, you're so fucking hot… yeah… stick out your tongue! Like you're licking a guy's cock… yeah!!! Twirl that tongue… yeah!!! Perfect!!!"
Ban Mi-jo obeyed, sticking her tongue out and fluttering it, rolling it exactly as if a cock were right in front of her face.
Han Pan felt his own cock starting to rise hard. The moment Ban Mi-jo became aware of it, heat flooded through her body.
She wore nothing but a garter belt, band stockings, and dizzyingly high heels—she looked obscenely lewd. The light pouring through the window caught the chrome of her heels and made them glitter.
Han Pan edged closer and closer, shooting nonstop. Ban Mi-jo followed his movement, slowly reclining onto the sofa as if melting into it.
He climbed onto the sofa itself, angling the lens downward so he could shoot her from above with total focus.
She glanced down and saw his cock straining so hard it looked ready to tear through his pants. The sheer size of it was staggering; she couldn't tear her eyes away.
Han Pan noticed her gaze locked on his cock. He lifted his eye from the viewfinder, took her hand, and pulled her up. He led her into the bedroom with the bed and said,
"Noona, lie down… yeah… now spread your legs… like there's a man standing right in front of you ready to fuck… yeah… so good…"
Ban Mi-jo propped a pillow behind her back so her upper body was slightly raised, then opened her legs.
"Noona, spread them wider…"
She obeyed, spreading even farther. Her cunt was completely exposed.
Han Pan raised the camera and started shooting.
"Noona… open it up… with your hands…"
Ban Mi-jo looked at him for a second, then obediently reached down with one hand and spread her pussy lips wide. The inner flesh parted, revealing a rather thick, prominent clit.
Han Pan shot it from up close. The inside was soaked, proof of how turned on she already was.
"Noona, turn around… you know… doggy style… get into that position…"
Ban Mi-jo understood instantly. She flipped over, braced herself on her arms and knees, and presented her cunt to him in a perfect doggy pose. Her pussy was spread bare right in front of his eyes.
Han Pan lifted the camera and hammered the shutter, centering every shot on her cunt. The room filled with her increasingly heavy breathing and the rapid click of the shutter.
He began closing in, shooting tighter and tighter close-ups of her pussy. The shape of it, slick and gleaming with her juices, was pure filth. The flower-like folds spread left and right, the clit standing out proudly, the hole that clenched and relaxed with every breath, and the wrinkled pink of her anus that looked like a lily—everything was wildly erotic.
Seeing how wet and shiny her cunt was, Han Pan stopped shooting for a moment and just stared. Then he leaned in, stuck out his tongue, and gave it one long lick.
A rough gasp burst from Ban Mi-jo's mouth and her whole body jerked.
She twisted around and shouted,
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Noona, let's make the shots even dirtier…"
He set the camera down, wrapped both hands around her thighs, and yanked her toward his face. Then he started working his tongue fast, lapping and stroking over her entire cunt.
She reached back to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming. The constant stimulation, combined with the alcohol loosening her body, dragged her under into pleasure almost immediately. It had been so long since she had felt anything this sharp and electric.
The hands that had been trying to shove him away gradually lost their strength. She began surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her. Her ragged breathing settled into a steady rhythm as her body started moving with it.
Han Pan kept working his tongue while he reached down, shoved his pants and underwear off, then stretched out and crawled between her spread legs. Ban Mi-jo opened for him willingly, letting his body settle underneath her.
He lifted himself up so their faces met. Her eyes were already full of raw sex. The moment their gazes locked they both leaned in at the same time, tongues out, and kissed hard. Their tongues tangled, wet sounds filling the air as the kiss deepened.
While they kissed, Ban Mi-jo reached back with one hand, grabbed his cock, and stroked it up and down. A low groan slipped from Han Pan's mouth.
A moment later he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so she was pinned beneath him. He leaned down and kissed her again; she locked her arms and legs around his back like it was the most natural thing in the world. The cold points of her high heels dug into his back while the soft nylon of her stockings slid against his waist and spine.
They kissed with raw hunger. Han Pan brought both hands up and seized her breasts. A small but deep moan escaped her. He lowered his head, took a nipple into his mouth, and carefully chewed on it. A sharp cry of pleasure tore from Ban Mi-jo's throat.
A little later he reached down, pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, and rubbed it there. Another heavy moan spilled out of her. Then he began pushing his cock slowly into her cunt.
The moment that impossibly thick shaft started filling her, her entire body trembled. She had never taken anything this big. Even the large dildo she sometimes used to take the edge off felt smaller than this. The sensation of being completely stuffed was something she had never experienced in her life—an entirely new dimension of feeling.
Han Pan sealed her screaming mouth with another kiss. She sucked on the tongue that invaded her mouth like she was starving for it. He started moving his hips in slow, deep strokes, then broke the kiss to lick along her throat and push his tongue into her ear, driving her higher. Her pleasure-soaked moans grew louder, falling into a steady rhythm with every thrust of his hips. Whenever he drove forward she pushed her ass up to meet him, matching his pace.
Han Pan began to speed up. Her body, which had been rigid with intensity, gradually loosened; the legs locked around him started to slip free. He grabbed her ankles and forced them wider. Her flexible legs opened like a ballerina's, almost flat to the sides.
He put more power into every thrust, slamming his cock into her cunt. Each time he buried himself to the root his balls slapped against her asshole, and the feeling made her body shudder.
Han Pan took her spread legs, pushed them toward the ceiling, then grabbed the heels of her shoes and shoved them toward her head. When he pressed down, her knees nearly touched her ears. Holding those chrome heels, he started pounding into her cunt with insane speed, slamming in and pulling out over and over.
He snatched up the camera lying beside them and began hammering the shutter like a madman. The sound of the camera only made Ban Mi-jo hotter. Han Pan twisted the lens this way and that with both hands, making sure every shot captured her face and every filthy detail of her body. The continuous click of the shutter seemed to drive her even deeper into heat.
When he decided he had enough shots he set the camera down.
"Noona, turn over."
Ban Mi-jo rolled onto her stomach, lowered her upper body, spread her legs, and lifted her thighs so her ass pointed at the ceiling. Her glistening cunt was completely exposed again. A mix of his precum and her own juices made it shine; the hole flexed open and closed in time with her breathing.
Han Pan looked down at it, camera still in one hand, and smiled as he gripped his cock. He slapped it against her ass a few times—smack, smack—drawing fresh moans from her. Then he lined up and slowly pushed back inside.
The second his cock filled her cunt completely, Ban Mi-jo started rocking her hips forward and back. Han Pan stayed still and just photographed her as she fucked herself on him.
When he was satisfied with the shots he set the camera on the bed again. He planted both hands on her ass and started driving his hips. The room filled with the wet slap of flesh on flesh and their rising moans.
A little later Han Pan felt the first warning of orgasm and spoke.