So-jo's Bedroom
So-jo stepped under the showerhead and let the warm water cascade over her as she began to wash.
She scrubbed herself down as if Han Pan—who had followed her in—simply weren't there, while he stood behind her and drank in the sight of her body.
That sharply cinched waist, the curve of her hips flowing down from it—it was maddeningly hot.
Han Pan watched, entranced, as she shampooed and conditioned her hair.
Her dyed-blonde locks were silk-smooth and, at the same time, strikingly exotic.
Once she had finished washing her body, he waited until he saw her rinsing her hair—then wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Hey!"
So-jo resisted, but Han Pan paid it no mind.
One hand seized her ass; the other slid around front and cupped her pussy.
"Ow! That hurts!"
He ignored her cry and licked the nape of her neck.
In that same instant one of So-jo's hands snaked back and closed around his cock.
Han Pan disregarded her grip and drove two fingers straight into her wet cunt.
The water made them slide in easily.
"Hah—!"
A moan burst from her.
At the same time she rubbed her thumb over the cock she was holding.
His cock answered at once.
Feeling the blood rush into it, Han Pan worked the two fingers inside her pussy—pushing in, pulling out, stroking her open.
The wet friction of fingers working a slick cunt and the drum of water from the showerhead filled the bathroom together.
He raised his thumb and worked her clit.
"Aah!"
So-jo's body jerked as if she'd been struck, trembling hard.
She bent forward, twisted her head around, and looked at him.
Her eyes were blown wide—everything about them said how turned on she was.
She straightened, caught his wrist, pulled his hand free, and turned to face him.
Then she grabbed his cock and pumped it hard, front to back, fast.
Han Pan shoved two fingers back into her pussy like he meant to dig her open, thumb raised, moving even faster.
He reached out, gripped her ass, and hauled her against him with real force.
He could feel her trembling climb another notch.
At the same time So-jo's hands—both of them now—worked his rock-hard cock.
It was like a race: who could drive the other over the edge first.
Han Pan won.
So-jo let go of his cock with both hands.
She planted them on his shoulders to keep from collapsing and shook all over.
Her knees were visibly trembling.
Feeling the orgasm flood through her entire body, she lifted her bowed head and looked at him.
Ecstasy on the brink of collapse lived in her eyes.
Her mouth hung open around her moans, and the rapturous look on her face said she was savoring the pleasure racing through every inch of her.
Then she rested her chin on his shoulder and leaned her whole weight into him.
When the full-body shaking finally eased, she slowly straightened and spoke.
She let out a long breath.
"Hey… before we slip in the tub and crack our skulls, let's get out of here first…"
Han Pan smiled.
"Yeah… if we pass out in here we'd have to call 911."
So-jo smiled at the joke and gave his arm a light smack with her hand.
She stepped out of the tub; Han Pan shut off the water.
Outside, So-jo grabbed a towel and dried her body and hair.
Han Pan dried himself too.
As he wiped down, his eyes locked on the full swell of her breasts.
They really were a pair worth craving.
"Is that all you can see?"
Han Pan laughed out loud.
"Haha—well, they keep jumping into my line of sight. What am I supposed to do…"
"Ha… men, I swear…"
Han Pan tossed the towel aside, reached out, and took both of her breasts in his hands.
So-jo did nothing to stop him.
Watching him keep fondling her chest, she said,
"You just gonna stand here and play with my tits forever? Or…"
Han Pan lifted his head and looked at her.
"Or?"
"We go to my room… or yours. Either works…"
"Your room sounds better."
"Fine…"
She smiled, closed her hand around his still-hard cock—
—and used it like a leash, tugging him out of the bathroom.
Han Pan suddenly realized the housekeeper who usually came to clean wasn't around today.
"Huh… now that I think about it, the cleaning lady isn't here today…"
So-jo kept pulling him toward her room as she answered.
"She said she had something this morning—she's coming in the afternoon… We've got plenty of time… You can finish quick, right?"
"Obviously."
She dragged him into her room and finally let go of his cock.
Stepping inside, Han Pan caught the particular mix of cosmetics and perfume that filled the space—different again from their mother's room.
Soft pink wallpaper that gave the place a romantic air, and a large bed that was simple but clearly expensive, caught his eye.
At the same time her clothes, filling nearly every corner, decorated most of the room.
So-jo pressed herself against him.
The feel of her nipples against his chest was incredibly good.
The firm points of her erect nipples, followed by the soft give of her breasts—feeling both at once never got old.
A moment later So-jo's lips met his.
Han Pan pulled her in tight.
The kiss deepened; their mouths opened and their tongues slid into each other, moving hard and hungry.
Still kissing, they drifted toward the bed until Han Pan felt the edge of the mattress catch the backs of his legs.
So-jo shoved him down onto the bed.
She followed, lying down beside him.
They picked the kiss back up on the mattress, then broke it a little later.
"Whew~!"
So-jo drew a breath, swung a leg over him, and straddled his body.
"Whew!"
At her big sigh, Han Pan copied her.
"What are you doing? Copying me?"
"You hate it?"
She smiled.
"No, not really… So what do we do now?"
"Hmm… first, how about I properly eat that pussy of yours?"
"You want to?"
"Yeah."
"Then do whatever you want."
With that she threw herself back and spread her legs.
Han Pan pushed himself up and settled between her thighs.
He started kissing the insides of her thighs, working his way toward her pussy, then ran his tongue along her slit.
Both hands stroked over her body wherever they could reach.
After scattering kisses across her for a while, he buried his face in her cunt again.
And licked.
The sharp, tangy taste of her juices hit his tongue.
So-jo lifted both legs, hooked them over his shoulders, and locked them tight.
Then she grabbed her own breasts with both hands and pinched her nipples, stimulating herself.
Her eyes fell shut as she started to ride the pleasure blooming deep inside her body.
As Han Pan's attention grew fiercer, she rolled her hips and dragged even more intensity out of it.
"Ah… fuck… you're so good at this… your technique is… really… ah…"
Instead of answering, Han Pan stiffened his tongue and worked her clit.
"Ah!!"
So-jo's body arched as if she'd been shocked.
"Ah… Han Pan… if you keep going I might cum all over your face… ah… ah…"
He rubbed the tip of his tongue over her clit even harder.
So-jo's head snapped back and she screamed.
"Aaaaaaah!!!"
Something foamy spurted from her pussy.
It was only a thin stream, but Han Pan knew exactly what it was. He smiled in satisfaction, sat up, and wiped his mouth with his arm.
He bent down again, raised his fingers, and pushed them into her cunt.
Her body answered even harder, shaking.
He crooked his fingers and scraped her G-spot from the inside while his tongue kept working her at the same time.
Then, suddenly, So-jo sat up.
She flipped him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
She lined his steel-hard cock up with her pussy and began to take it into her body, slow and deliberate.
Her face, flushed deep red, was pure sex.
Slowly her expression tightened.
And then, once his cock was buried all the way inside her, she smiled in satisfaction and planted both hands on his chest.
With a look of pure rapture she started rolling her hips up and down.
"Ah! That's it!"
Her tempo climbed, bit by bit.
For a good five minutes she rode his cock like a woman possessed.
The bed creaked harder and harder.
At the same time the moans slipping between her lips grew fiercer.
"Hah— hah— hah!!!"
She planted both hands beside his head, leaned down, and drove her body back and forth even faster.
Then she dropped her face and pressed her lips to his.
Their mouths crashed together; tongues spilled out and tangled.
Even while kissing she didn't try to hold back the moans that kept breaking free.
Han Pan dropped both hands and spanked her ass.
She broke the kiss, lifted her head, and moaned even louder.
Han Pan spanked her again with his open palm.
"Fucking slut—ride it harder!"
At his words she moved like she'd lost her mind, slamming her body up and down at a frantic pace.
"Ah! Ah!! Ah!!! Oppa!!!! Oppa!!!! Fuck me!!!! Use me!!!!!"
So-jo babbled whatever came out of her mouth.
At the same time Han Pan could feel her whole body shaking hard.
He sat up, flipped her onto her back—
—and climbed on top of her, hooking both of her legs over his shoulders.
Her pussy, flushed red from the hard fucking, was soaked through.
Han Pan leaned down, braced on his elbows, clenched both fists tight, and started driving his hips.
So-jo's eyes were half-glazed, like she'd already checked out.