How's My Chest...?
Her slender hands trembled like they were spasming.
What filled her vision was the massive slab of flesh gripped desperately in her pale white hands.
It was hot.
So hot it felt like it would burn her palms. Bluish veins twisted along the shaft, writhing like a living creature in her small grasp.
Gulp.
Eunha realized she'd just thought Dojin's cock... looked delicious.
'I'm insane. Yoo Eunha, what the hell are you thinking right now?! What even is this situation...!'
Alarms blared wildly in her head.
Too late, her rationality caught up to what her body was doing.
Honestly, yeah, she'd seized the opportunity. But she hadn't planned on going this far.
Just... just a little. She'd meant to let him touch her breasts a bit and then stop.
But what was she doing now?
With her own hands—both of them—she was stroking his cock up and down without a gap, nice and slow.
Squelch. Squelch.
The sticky friction between her palms and the taut skin echoed obscenely. Every time that lewd sound whispered in her ears, a silent 'Kyaaah!' screamed in her mind.
How had it come to this? She'd gotten swept up in the mood—way too swept up.
'I need to... stop right now!'
Her reason screamed at her to quit. But her body had other ideas.
Strangely, her hands clung to his cock like they'd been glued there, refusing to let go.
'Do I... have to keep going? Do I really have to stroke him all the way...?'
And then the shame hit. Sure, this was her doing, but she couldn't help it.
Eunha could feel the heat rising in her face. Her neck and ears were probably flushed bright red...
'What about Dojin...?'
Her trembling head lifted slowly, ever so slowly.
Her gaze traveled past his rock-hard abs, over his chest, and finally met his face.
"...!"
In that instant, her heart plummeted to the floor with a thud.
Dojin's face.
His brows furrowed deep, lower lip bitten hard enough to bruise. His jaw clenched with every ragged breath.
But above all, those dark, intense eyes—bloodshot from holding back pleasure—staring down at her.
'That expression...'
She'd seen it before. Just last night.
Video call.
When she'd fingered herself to sobs, that was the face he'd made on the screen.
Lips pressed tight, desperately holding back, face flushed crimson, breaths coming in harsh gasps...
'Last night... I thought he looked hurt because I was crying...'
So what was the real meaning behind that face during last night's call?
'No way... Dojin was watching me on screen and...' Her imagination raced there, and goosebumps erupted across her skin.
While she pleasured herself, was Dojin stroking himself to her too?
While she hit her peak and whimpered, did he cum watching her?
"Hngh...!"
A wet moan slipped from Eunha's lips.
Her lower belly started to ache. Heat coiled tight and poured fiercely downward.
She hadn't even touched herself, but hot, clear slick gushed between her thighs, soaking her panties.
'I'm crazy... I must be some kind of slut...'
The fact that Dojin had been aroused by her.
And right now, the fact that he was writhing in pleasure in her hands.
Sniff, sniff.
Eunha wrinkled her nose instinctively. The musky scent wafting up from the massive pillar in her grip.
Not just sweat... a thick, fishy, pungent male aroma laced with Dojin's unique body scent, heady and dizzying...
The more she inhaled, the hazier her mind grew. Her vision blurred, the glistening cockhead expanding to fill her world.
The swollen tip, split at the slit where transparent precum beaded and dripped.
Gulp.
Eunha swallowed again. Mesmerized, she leaned forward.
Her face drew close enough to brush the shaft. Heat scorched her cheek.
Slurp.
Her lips parted slightly, and her red, wet tongue slithered out like a snake.
Lick.
"...!!!"
The tip of her tongue grazed the cockhead, right where the precum gathered.
Her whole body shuddered like she'd been shocked. Salty, bitter—an primal taste she'd never known.
"Ngh, Eunha...!"
She looked up at him.
It was obvious.
Dojin was fighting back ecstasy with everything he had. Veins bulged on his neck, knuckles white on his clenched fists.
Just because her tongue had brushed him once... he was panting like this.
She was making him feel good.
That realization made her core even wetter.
'More... I want to make him feel even better.'
Fear and shame were gone now. All that remained was the desire to shatter his control with her hands, her body.
Eunha licked her wet lips and whispered huskily to him.
"Dojin... you..."
"Haa... ngh...?"
"Like my tits, don't you...?"
The words barely left her mouth before she acted.
She dragged the massive cock gripped in both hands into the narrow valley between her breasts.
Squish.
"Ahht...!"
Hot as a branding iron, it pressed against her soft, chilled breast flesh.
Eunha squeezed her arms together, mashing her full, plush tits around it tight.
They enveloped the thick shaft completely, no escape.
"Ah...! Eunha, Eunha, this... ngh!"
Dojin groaned through gritted teeth.
The velvety, elastic bare skin squeezing his length sent his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Hng... nghh...!"
Eunha was losing her mind too.
Her sensitive inner breasts rubbed raw by the throbbing male symbol. Hard, hot friction sent jolts of pleasure rippling through her mounds.
Squelch, squish. Splatter, squelch.
With his cock wedged between her pressed tits, she started moving her torso up and down.
Each upward thrust made the head poke out from her pale cleavage.
'How is it so huge... really...'
On the downstroke, she felt it bury root-deep in her abundant flesh.
"Haa, haa, Dojin... ngh, how do... how do my tits feel...?"
She knew she wasn't right in the head. Her eyes were probably half-lidded, tongue lolling as she panted.
Precum leaking from his tip lubed the friction, turning the sounds even slicker, lewder.
"Ah...! Gonna lose it... ngh, Eunha... I'm, I'm gonna cum...!"
Dojin's voice cracked at the edge.
"Hngh...! Cum, cum on me... all over my tits... lots!"
She squeezed her breasts tighter, pleading desperately.
At that moment, the exposed cockhead erupted like a volcano, thick white ropes blasting out.
Splurt! Spluuurt!
A massive load arced through the air, mercilessly drenching her pale collarbone and chest.
Hot globs splattered stickily onto her delicate skin.
"Hoo..."
As Dojin shuddered, squeezing out the last drops, Eunha took the fiery baptism full-body, staring blankly into space.
Musky semen scent filled the air.
Lowering her gaze, she saw her white, full breasts slathered in his white desire.
Her trembling right hand rose. Index finger extended, she scooped the sticky pool from her cleavage.
White, viscous fluid clung to her fingertip.
She brought it to her face.
And slid it between her parted lips.
Smack, slurp.
"Hnnngh..."
It was delicious. And... she felt her hips lift slightly.
And the slick dripping to the floor...
'Did I... just cum?'
She hadn't touched her pussy once.
Just from handling his cum, rubbing her tits on him... serving him.
Eunha looked up at Dojin with trembling eyes.
***
My head was spinning. For real. No idea how it came to this.
I'd just come to talk, and ended up getting a titjob from Eunha.
From yesterday to today, how many loads have I blown? I might actually die at this rate.
For real.
And right next to me, Eunha's whispering in my ear.
"Dojin. Felt good, right? You won't abandon me... right?"
"I've said it a million times, how could I ever..."
Eunha stared at me intently. Like it wasn't the answer she wanted.
I had to avert my eyes.
"Eunha. You gotta keep doing this from now on. If you don't... we can't even stay friends, got it."
Even I thought it sounded like total loser talk. But like it was the right answer...
Eunha swallowed hard at my words.
"That's... so scary♡"
She answered with a shiver.