She Likes It Rough
She seems to like it when it's a bit forceful, huh? As Jo Ayoung took my cock back into her mouth, my hand gripping her hair tightened instinctively.
"Mm."
No resistance.
Instead, she even tilted her head slightly to make it easier for me to move.
Wow, this perverted bitch.
"Focus."
I growled low and gave her head a slight push.
Jo Ayoung, eyes gently closed, obediently followed my hand, shaking her head back and forth.
"Slurp, mmph. Suck. Churp."
The soft flesh inside her cheeks rubbed against my glans, while her wriggling tongue teased the shaft.
The electric sensation at the tip made my hand stutter and tremble now and then.
So lewd.
Squelch, squelch.
The vulgar wet sounds from below her grew clearer by the second.
Mouth pussy onahole.
That phrase popped into my head.
A tool that obediently moves its head as I want, stimulating my cock.
A masochistic slut enjoying being used while masturbating herself.
"Guhk. Glrk."
My hips bucked without thinking, stabbing into her throat.
I stopped my hand as she coughed, but she kept her eyes shut, waiting for my touch.
Ha, she's really going this far?
"Hold it."
I crushed my voice as low as possible and gripped her hair again.
Watching her turn into an obedient onahole, I really couldn't hold back anymore.
My hand and hips naturally sped up.
Slurp, schlop, slurp.
"Glrk, guhk. Kerrrk. Ngh."
Squelch squelch squelch squelch.
As her head bobbed faster, the wet sounds from below intensified too.
Matching the rhythm. My head felt light, floating.
We both knew climax was approaching now.
"Ngh… gonna cum." "Mm."
As she made a sound like she was answering, the vibration of her tongue around my cock sent chills of pleasure racing through me.
I gripped her hair hard and thrust my hips forward.
The mucosa deep in her throat wrapped and squeezed my plunging cock, pulsing wildly.
Spluuurt——!
Hot, thick semen erupted, filling her mouth in an instant.
"Mmph, glk."
Jo Ayoung's eyes flew wide, her pupils rolling up.
The squelching sounds stopped.
All I could see was her slender waist trembling.
Her throat clenched and relaxed around my cock, desperately trying to swallow the flood of cum, but there was too much—some overflowed from the corners of her mouth.
As I slowly pulled my hips back after finishing, a long string of white trailed from her tongue.
Panting, she stuck out her tongue, looking up at me to show off her cum-drenched mouth still twitching.
And instinctively, she gulped down the mouthful of semen.
A moment later, coming back to her senses, she glared at me sharply with her reddened, bloodshot eyes.
Now she picks this moment.
"Ahem. What the fuck, cumming so suddenly like that."
She smacked her lips, licking up and swallowing even the dribbles from the corners.
I'd handed her tissues to wipe with, but she ignored them.
Is she doing this on purpose?
"Sorry." "Sorry my ass. You came so fucking much. Didn't you jerk off earlier?" "I didn't." "Don't lie. The consistency's different. If you'd held even one back and this is what came out, without it you'd have clogged my throat and killed me."
How would she know the consistency without it?
Did she remember licking it off my hand that dawn?
I didn't point it out.
There was something hot about her imagining it.
I stared at Jo Ayoung.
As she swept her face, fixing stray hairs stuck to her mouth, her other hand was still inside her dolphin pants.
"You secretly like this stuff too, huh." "What? Like it? I was just going along 'cause you seemed so into it, you perv." "But you were masturbating."
Jo Ayoung froze, finally pulling her hand out of her pants.
Her fingers glistened, soaked in clear fluid.
"Oh, this? Just matching the mood for you. To turn you on." "…Yeah?" "Yeah! You think I'm some freak who gets off sucking dick? No girl like that exists—stop watching so much porn."
What a ridiculous bluff.
Then what was that hand? I'm not some clueless kid ignorant about sex.
She expects me to buy that?
The squelching started right when she began seriously sucking my cock.
Jo Ayoung was definitely a pathetic pervert bitch who masturbates while servicing when pushed forcefully.
"Then finish me off." "Huh?"
I silently pointed at my cock with my finger.
It had softened a bit after the orgasm, but still half-hard and covered in cum and spit.
Jo Ayoung glanced down, then quietly looked up at me.
"Cleanup blowjob. Isn't that basic?"
A shameless demand.
By her personality, she'd snap, 'That's the kind of 'basic' only pervy otaku losers like you who watch porn all day have.'
"What kinda basic is that, you perv?"
As expected, she shot back sharply.
But her body moved differently from her words, obediently bringing her head to my cock.
"Slurp, smooch. Mmm."
She kissed the tip once, then extended her long tongue like a brush, sweeping downward to clean.
Obviously a first-time fellatio, but her movements were precise, like she knew exactly what felt good.
The tip circled the glans, cleaning it, then slid down the shaft, tidying the dribbled cum.
"Mmm. Tastes so weird."
It sounded reluctant, but her tone was softer than I'd ever heard.
At that surprisingly obedient sight, I placed my hand on her head and gently stroked.
Like a master praising his servant.
"What, get your hand off?"
She glared cutely, lips still pressed to the shaft.
That look wasn't scary at all.
Stroking her head as she kept sucking, I realized.
This girl likes being told what to do.
I should try being more assertive from now on.
Now that the floodgates were opening, there were countless things I wanted to make her do.
She's right—I'm a perv, after all.
"Chup. There. All clean?"
She gave the shaft one last kiss and stood up.
A truly satisfying cleanup blowjob.
So thorough that my freshly spent cock sprang back up, waving goodbye as she left.
"…Why'd it get hard again." "How could it not, with you sucking it so devotedly." "Perv… It felt that good?" "Yeah. It was the best."
Her lips spread into a wide grin at my sincere praise.
"I put in some effort for a pathetic otaku like you. Without me, when would a loser like you ever get this?" "Yeah, thanks. You're the only one." "What?"
Huh? Wasn't that the answer she wanted?
She visibly flustered at my offhand reply.
"O-Obviously. Yeah. No one else would do this for a total loser otaku pig perv like you." "Ouch, that stings." "Then fix it. Think a big dick makes up for everything?"
I can't fix being a pig—that's how I was born.
I took her weak kitty punch to the chest and leaned back against the headboard.
Jo Ayoung leaned into me too, pressing her body close.
We'd leaned like this sometimes while gaming.
Same position, but after what we'd done, the distance felt much smaller.
Or maybe we'd never been this close before. Yeah, the distance had definitely shrunk.
"You seemed to enjoy it too, Ayoung. Felt good?" "Wow, fuck. 'Felt good'? What bullshit. Enjoy what, you psycho." "You were masturbating." "I wasn't. I was just touching 'cause sucking your dick was boring." "It was soaking wet though." "You wanna get beat to death?" "Sorry."
Insensitive as it was, the fact she didn't kick me out along with the light kick meant she was pretty satisfied.
Her flushed cheeks looked kinda cute.
Is this what they call post-nut clarity? Nah, we hadn't fucked yet.
"How's the cum taste?" "You seriously asking that shit? Ugh, what am I gonna do with you. You gonna ask that during sex too? Nah, you'll never have sex anyway, so whatever." "Then what do you say?"
She was the one complaining first, but now she hemmed and hawed when asked.
See? She doesn't even know herself.
"Just… praise me a bit. Whisper some sweet shit…."
"Sweet shit? Like love?" "Fuck off, loser."
She shot down my shy suggestion in a cold voice.
What can I do—I'm a loser to the bone.
Pillow talk or whatever, I'd never done it before.
Still, Jo Ayoung kept her head on my shoulder, not pulling away.
After a brief silence, maybe bored, she slyly slid her hand down to toy with my hard cock.
A loose grip, slowly stroking up.
Not as aggressive as before.
"Seriously fucking huge. Thought my jaw was gonna pop." "Yeah?" "Yeah? You're playing dumb? You know your dick's huge." "I do." "Showoff. How many cm? You measured, right?" "21cm." "Holy fuck. Beyond homewrecker size. Insane." "Lose weight and it'll be longer." "Look at you, lowkey bragging."
Her hand started sliding up and down the shaft.
Maybe realizing the size, she stroked each vein carefully, putting in effort.
"Why touch it like that." "Just. It's fucking fascinating. Don't you touch it sometimes?" "It's mine, so yeah."
It's unfair—you only touch mine. I wanna touch yours too.
I turned to look at Jo Ayoung's chest.
After a blowjob, it should be fine to touch, right?
As I stayed quiet, she glanced up, caught my gaze, and smirked.
"What? Jealous you can't touch?" "Can I?" "No. I'm the only one touching."
That's not fair!
I glared full of grievance, and she giggled.
"Know how many guys wanna touch these? You think you get to casually?"
True.
Her size was a miraculous 75 I-cup.
Impossible from that slim waist.
Any guy would go feral for it.
And right now, those tits were squished against my arm, deforming like soft mochi.
I wanna grope them hard.
She gave a blowjob but won't let me touch? Staring at my twitching cock like this.
Struggling to hold back impulse, I looked down at her.
Jo Ayoung, obediently leaning in, stroking my cock while subtly pressing her tits harder against my arm.
This… is a signal, right?
Yeah? I can touch?
In my conflict, I recalled her taste from moments ago.
That obedient look when I grabbed her hair roughly.
I wanted to see it again.
"Jo Ayoung." "What. Shut up if you're gonna say dumb shit." "I'm touching your tits." "What?"
A cold voice came, but I swallowed and kept my tone low and firm.
Don't chicken out.
"Shut up and pull out those udders."
Forceful.
She definitely has maso tendencies.
"What the fuck, psycho. Wanna die?"
Uh, not this?