Song Jiwon: The Flesh Toilet Before Min-gyu
Min-gyu still kept only his fingertips resting on his thigh, frozen in hesitation, unsure what to do next.
His hands refused to move. All he could do was steal careful glances at Song Jiwon’s lips, the line of her neck, and the curve of her breasts shifting beneath her clothes.
She knew exactly where his eyes were. She didn’t hide from them. Instead, she slowly gathered the hem of her shirt with both hands and began to lift it.
The thin, tight knit fabric slid upward over her skin, revealing the lace bra she had put on that morning. Her fingers found the front clasp and pressed it gently.
Click.
The bra came undone. Her breasts spilled free, meeting the cool air, nipples already stiff and glistening.
Without removing her shirt, Song Jiwon simply pulled the bra aside and let her breasts spill out through the open knit. Then she met Min-gyu’s gaze and slowly brought both hands up to cup them.
Her fingers sank into the soft flesh, squeezing carefully while her thumbs brushed and pressed against the hardened nipples.
“Hnn…”
A small breath escaped her. She rubbed her breasts downward, showing him how hot they felt, how they yielded under her own touch. The more she squeezed, the more prominently her nipples stood out.
Looking down at the boy whose head was still lowered, she slowly curled her lips into a smile.
“How are they, Min-gyu…?”
“Teacher’s breasts… no, that’s not right…”
She pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling them once more before whispering in an even lower voice.
“My tits. Yeah… how do you like Teacher’s tits?”
“Perfect for your cock to slide right in, aren’t they?”
Min-gyu’s pupils trembled. Seeing that reaction, Song Jiwon pressed her breasts together and continued in a quiet murmur.
“I prepared these just for you.”
“Does it feel like too much because I’m your teacher?”
She tilted her head slightly.
“Or… do you not want me?”
As she spoke, she gave her breasts another gentle squeeze. Her stiff nipples slid forward, glistening and fully exposed right in front of his eyes.
This wasn’t just a curve of flesh. It was meat prepared to be fucked—a living toilet made only for his cock.
She was offering every inch of it to him alone.
“Min-gyu… you’ve already cum on Teacher’s feet and in her mouth…”
“You’ve even fingered her pussy…”
A soft laugh left her as she looked straight into his eyes.
“We want each other now, don’t we?”
“I want you to want me, Min-gyu.”
The moment he heard those words, the front of his pants twitched and hardened.
The sight of Song Jiwon squeezing her own breasts through the open knit, her wet nipples, the faint smile on her lips—everything burned white-hot in his mind.
His cock rose stiff and honest, no lies left to tell.
Haah… fuck. I already know everything that’s happening here… but seeing it right in front of me like this…
Min-gyu forced himself to push forward in his head.
I can’t freeze up again. Not this time.
Move, Min-gyu. Fuck… I have to move.
Finally, he parted his trembling lips.
“I… I could never dislike you, Teacher…”
His voice shook at the end, but his hands were already moving. They reached for his belt. With fingers trembling from a mix of fear and excitement, it took him several seconds just to undo the buckle.
Click.
The belt came loose. He stood up slowly, still hesitant, and pushed his pants down with his own hands. Then his underwear.
His half-hard cock, still awkward and stiff, sprang free. Below his stomach, surrounded by a little untamed hair, the uncircumcised head peeked out from its moist foreskin, trembling lightly as if breathing.
I can do this… don’t be scared… I can do this. Only I can do this.
Min-gyu kept whispering to himself.
At that moment, Song Jiwon slowly, very slowly, shifted closer on her knees until she was right in front of his cock. She didn’t use her lips. Instead, she brought her nose close, eyes fixed on it, cheeks flushed as she took a careful breath.
Her pupils were wet. The emotion inside them was unmistakable.
This smell… the thick, musky scent I imagined this morning… it’s really coming from his cock…
She brought her nose even closer, almost touching. Then she inhaled once, twice, quietly drawing the scent from the tip.
The rich, stimulating smell of precum trapped inside the foreskin. Young, wild, and still a little messy—the raw scent of a boy.
Song Jiwon closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. The heavy musk flooded her nostrils. Her lips parted on their own.
“Haa…”
It was like breathing in an aphrodisiac. Her eyes grew slightly hazy.
Haa… that cock smell from back then… the rough, inexperienced texture that reached the back of my throat…
The way it made my throat bob and swallow…
The memory came rushing back with the scent, making her mouth go dry. The stimulation was so intense it sent shivers across her entire body.
“It’s real… the exact smell I imagined this morning. This cock… it’s exactly the same…”
She pressed her knees forward until her nose was almost touching the tip.
“This smell… I think I’m going crazy…”
With those words, her eyes grew wet. Then, like a bitch addicted to the scent of an uncircumcised cock—or like a cat finally greeting its long-absent master—she quietly closed her eyes and tilted her head toward him.
She rubbed her cheek gently, slowly, against his erect cock. The foreskin was still covering the head, yet she pressed her soft skin against it, as if marking it with her own scent or engraving its thick musk onto her face.
This is mine… this smell, this texture, this feeling… only I should know them.
Mmm… I love it so much… this clumsy cock…
A cock that’s never been inside a woman’s pussy before… never been buried anywhere…
This young cock is touching my face right now…
I’m the first person who will ever take it…
Just imagining it made her pussy throb. Her lips dried instantly.
Still pressing her face against his cock, she took another deep breath through her nose. Her eyes were glistening, filled with silent anticipation.
Looking up at Min-gyu, she parted her lips a little wider without saying a word.
Do it… put it in… you have to put it in, Min-gyu… this is something only you can do.
She stared at him with her eyes, as if speaking through them.
Min-gyu swallowed hard. He understood exactly what she wanted. Suppressing his pounding heart, he moved his hand carefully. His trembling fingertips wrapped around his own cock and guided it slowly toward her waiting mouth.
A drop of precum glistened at the tip, trembling right in front of her lips.
At that moment, her pupils quivered ever so slightly.
“…Put your cock in, Min-gyu… not as your teacher… just as a woman…”
At those words, his fingers trembled. His cock slowly slid between her lips.
Song Jiwon carefully took him into her mouth, lips parting just enough. The moment his foreskin touched her lips, it slid back smoothly, gently peeling away. The hidden glans emerged inside her mouth for the first time.
At the same time, a thick, stimulating musk flooded her nose. The taste that hit her tongue was strangely sour and sharp.
Haa… this taste… the real taste of the glans hidden underneath… the same taste as before…
She slowly licked around the head once with the tip of her tongue, then sealed her lips around it and began to suck gently, steadily.
Slurp… slurp…
Every time his cock moved inside her mouth, she closed her eyes halfway, savoring the inexperienced texture against her tongue. The newly exposed glans twitched faintly between her lips. Her breathing grew heavier with each tiny movement.
Then she pulled her lips away and moved lower.
His balls. She pressed her tongue against the rounded sac and licked carefully, almost feverishly.
“Hnn… these are all sticky and wet too…”
Min-gyu stood on trembling legs, barely keeping his balance. His breathing had turned rough, and his eyes never left her face.
With one of his balls gently held in her mouth, Song Jiwon rolled it slowly with her tongue, moving with deliberate care. She licked one side softly, then wrapped the other with her lips, never too hard, but enough to send clear pleasure through him.
Min-gyu shouldn’t feel any pain… right now, I’m just making him feel good with my mouth-pussy…
After thoroughly pleasuring his balls with her mouth, she quietly moved her tongue lower.
His perineum. She traced the soft, sensitive line slowly, very slowly.
I’ll lick your asshole too…
Thinking that, she pushed her tongue deeper between his legs, aiming for the most hidden place.
The moment her tongue reached right in front of his asshole, Min-gyu let out a strained breath and spoke in a small voice.
“I… I want to put it in…”
The words came out short, almost broken.
“…Not with fingers… this time… for real…”
The instant Song Jiwon heard those words, her body shivered—not from shock, but from overwhelming joy.
Finally… this boy… he said he wants me…
That short sentence painted her mind white. Yet her tongue was already right in front of his asshole.
It’s a shame… but today, this is as far as we go…
Like a farewell, she tilted her head and gave his asshole one long, slow lick from bottom to top—gentle, almost tender. Then she looked up at him again.
Her lips were wet with saliva, soft and glistening. She smiled warmly, a knowing smile mixed with playful confirmation.
“For real… what? Min-gyu… what exactly do you want to put in…?”
Min-gyu squeezed his eyes shut and shouted.
“My cock… I want to put my cock inside you!!”