Chapter 20
Chapter 20
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: JUF-009 (15) ♥︎♥︎
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Choi A-ran was earnestly presenting her proposal on stage.
Dozens of employees sat in front of her, listening intently.
Among them, a few male employees stared blankly at her smooth thighs.
But they had no idea.
That the sexy career woman had climaxed just minutes ago, squirting pussy juice all over a man's face.
Her lewd thong panties were still in my pocket.
Which meant her fresh pussy was right there, just one layer away.
If her posture slipped even a little, those pink petals would be on full display for everyone.
Even the great Choi A-ran seemed a bit tense because of it.
She kept adjusting her skirt, wary of anyone glimpsing between her thighs.
I watched her trembling presentation from afar.
She knew I was watching and occasionally glanced my way.
'Hmm. She's doing it smoothly. Almost too well—it's a bit boring.'
As expected from a veteran, she didn't falter or stumble without panties.
Her professional poise was attractive, but I got most excited when she was in trouble.
During the long presentation...
Suddenly, several photos appeared on the stage prompter.
Runway shots of Choi A-ran herself from past shows.
Of course, being a lingerie company, no one was shocked or flustered by that.
They viewed them so casually, it surprised me.
'Fuck. They see photos that sexy—like she's mid-sex—and act like it's nothing?'
Sorry, but not me.
Especially the third one, the leopard-print lingerie that made her overwhelming curves even more bewitching.
'Ugh. Gotta make her wear this next time.'
The example photos weren't just regular lingerie.
There were functional pieces and event wear too.
Some bordered on cosplay runway outfits, quite intriguing.
My favorite was the twelfth.
Bondage-style lingerie blatantly designed for boyfriend events.
Enamel straps like restraints barely covered her vital spots.
With her superior size, they dug deep into her soft breasts and thighs.
Just looking made my dick twitch—a perfect sow flesh-toilet costume.
'Ooh. Reserving this one too. This lingerie was made to kill men, right? Solid company.'
By now, my cock was fully erect, poking insistently at my work pants.
I glanced around, then discreetly pulled out Choi A-ran's panties.
The thong she'd handed me herself to use as a side dish.
Bringing it to my nose unleashed a sweet fruity scent laced with her body aroma.
Women's privates usually carry a subtle musk.
Busy modern folks can't maintain perfect hygiene.
But hers radiated ripe peach fragrance.
Probably because she's a lingerie model—meticulous care down there.
'Come to think of it, she gets waxed regularly.'
Recalling her smooth pink pussy, my dick throbbed.
The scent tingled my nostrils, delivering delicious debauchery.
While she presented up front...
I savored her panties.
'Ugh. Can't hold back. Time for a secret fap.'
Everyone was glued to the presentation.
My thick jumpsuit hid subtle shakes.
'Perfect spot.'
In the seminar room corner, I started jerking off with her panties as side dish.
Dim lighting from the prompter—no getting caught.
Hand slipped into work pants, gripped my shaft.
As she said, the panties conjured her petals vividly.
"Sip. Haa."
─tap tap tap tap tap
Rhythmic wrist flicks sent pleasure surging.
Her lingerie shots on the prompter fueled it perfectly.
While secretly stroking hard...
Her gaze suddenly swept toward me.
Soon, her cheeks flushed lightly.
Others missed it.
Darkness concealed subtle shifts unless stared at hard.
Besides the blush: thighs twisting seductively.
Voice pitching higher, more tense.
And that lewd smile.
Pure pride from making a stud rut with just one pair of panties.
Knowing she noticed spiked my arousal.
Her pussy was probably soaking by now.
She'd told me to jerk using her as side dish.
But during her presentation? Unthinkable.
A madman fapping to her with everyone watching.
Her mind was flooded with sex.
To give her a show, I rubbed the panties exaggeratedly on my face.
Just like her facesitting earlier.
Tongue licked the fabric; strokes intensified.
Her presentation hastened, abbreviating.
Skipped fluff, breaths hitching.
Frustrated itch made her twist thighs desperately.
Her shy reactions throbbed my cock, demanding pussy.
Not this—ram that bitch in heat, it raged.
I dialed speed, held peak tension.
No wasting seed in my palm.
Post-presentation, she'd beg for it.
Inside her pussy was best.
Like phone sex, we savored from afar.
Her: thrilling tease, debauchery rush.
Me: shy flusters, lewd musk.
Sustained tease built our releases.
Presentation neared end.
Unable to endure, she called the assistant designer to wrap up.
Key parts done by her.
Rest was formalities.
Excused herself, hurried off stage.
Crossed the audiovisual room straight to me.
I stopped stroking, waited.
Even en route, she twitched, hips grinding air.
Up close: face melted into sow bliss.
Finally before me, eyes locked.
No one watching our corner.
With dazed eyes, she shoved my hand under her skirt.
Soggy heat beyond visual tease.
Love juices webbed sticky strings down her thighs.
I guided her hand to my crotch.
Engorged cock leaped joyfully at her touch.
She stroked it lovingly, then dragged me off urgently.
─bang
Left the ongoing presentation for the employee men's restroom.
Cleo & Tiffany skewed heavily female—few men.
Restroom near-deserted.
Obvious reason: her aching pussy craved service.
Dog cunt begging rape.
Into spacious stall, she dropped doggy on the toilet.
Ass hiked high, coquettishly begging to begin.
"Dog-perv bastard♥︎ My pussy's that irresistible, huh♥︎ Couldn't hold back, jerked like a fiend♥︎ Pervert fuck♥︎ A-ran's the pussy driving you insane♥︎ Heat-crazed dog cunt—fuck it raw♥︎"
Ass swaying seductively, cock-tempting.
Skirt's soaked depths numbed my reason.
Possessed, I stripped wildly.
Urging: foot extended, tapped my balls teasingly.
"Why so frantic♥︎ Dying to fuck me senseless♥︎ A-ran plated this tasty sloppy pussy for you♥︎ Hurry up♥︎ Ram it in and pound like a dog♥︎"
Hips bucked lewdly before my eyes.
Pants finally down—fully ready.
Pounced the toilet-bent sow.
Roughed skirt up: ecstatic hips, pale flesh jiggling.
─gulp
Luscious beyond awe.
Twixt twin ripe peaches: moist pink valley dripping.
"Hurry♥︎ Master♥︎ Your sow's waiting♥︎"
Her hole winked frantically, juice flowing—overheated.
Gripped her slim waist vise-tight.
Peak arousal wrecked control.
"Aang♥︎ Hurts♥︎"
Onahole-gripped, she quivered under brutal force.
Sensing the tidal lust aimed solely at her.
I mounted like a rutting lion.
Cat-like, she arched hips back further.
My shaft kissed her petals.
Firmness worlds apart—pussy lips velvet-soft.
Reason fraying, but eased the club-like rod in slowly.
Ice cleaved by blade: tight flesh yielded seamlessly.
Hot pillar plunged pile-deep; she fidgeted toes in frenzy.
"Haak♥︎ It's coming♥︎ Master's brutal cock♥︎ Entering♥︎ Aaa♥︎"
Head slammed toilet lid, pussy clenched wildly.
Entry presence alone crowned it her master.
─squelch
"Aa♥︎ Aaa♥︎"
Glans softly kissed cervix.
Needy, she twisted waist lewdly near-mad.
Gripped harder—stilled the rampage.
Felt male power; pussy clenched, begging elite seed.
"Haak♥︎ Please♥︎ Hurry♥︎ I'm losing it♥︎ Shake that cock♥︎ Breed A-ran's pussy♥︎"
Pulled shaft to hilt-out.
Vermilion walls clung elastic; she bowed dizzily.
"Haaak♥︎ So thick♥︎ Master's stud cock♥︎ Fucking insane♥︎"
Fully withdrawn, flesh softened further.
Now reverently cradling cock—A-ran's pussy polite.
"Huu. Good. Now for real. Brace those hips—no slacking."
Ass-mounted, slow thrusts began.
Heavy weight met muscle snap—shaft impaled her brutally.
"Heuk♥︎ Nguk♥︎ Eugh♥︎"
Three strokes: tongue lolled.
Batter's violence dazed her vision.
"Huk♥︎ Haaak♥︎ Heuuk♥︎"
Moans neared sobs.
Savored it, ramped speed gradually.
Toes clenched-released endlessly.
Thrust: violent spasm.
Withdraw: hips flared wide.
Faster pace ravaged her breaths.
"Aeuk♥︎ Angut♥︎ Eommat♥︎ Eotteokhae♥︎ Ahuk♥︎ Haewik♥︎"
Reason shattered, pleasure's thrall.
Sudden max-thrust acceleration.
Pent lust exploded; primal heat surged.
Sow toilet-smashed, wailing submission.
Waist-pinched, male-dominated bitch.
Reward: purest, thickest seed.
Flesh-frenzy smacks flashed blinding.
Vision strobes—ultimate release erupted.
"Kuuh! Huk! Kuuhut!"
Unprecedented peak crashed.
Ultra-concentrated white torrent gushed endlessly from my tip.