The Gazes They Exchange (8)
Men are visually sensitive creatures. As if it were an eternal truth, Seonghwan stared right through Yumi's body.
How can the preview be more stimulating than the main event? Sucking and biting is hot, but this moment right now is the peak of excitement.
Every slow movement as Yumi undressed right in front of him made him swallow his saliva involuntarily. Yumi was a woman who had instinctively figured out Seonghwan's turn-ons through their few encounters. Very slowly. Teasingly, she peeled off her T-shirt and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down. Her two breasts, taut like inflated balloons, bounced free, barely contained by her white bra. They had already invaded more than half the bra's territory, spilling out in a way that felt like dragging a scene from some porn video straight into reality. A sight most ordinary people wouldn't experience in a lifetime. That's why this scene might stick in Seonghwan's memory like a lantern slide, indelible in his recollections of Yumi.
Just as Yuri was prettier than most celebrities, slapping them across the face, Yumi had the sensual, voluptuous figure of those models you only see in internet forum photos. Meeting a woman with that body in the real world—no filters, no edits—and getting to ogle and grope her to your heart's content was a miracle.
This miracle heaven bestowed upon me... I'll experience it again today.
Seonghwan reached out, slipping his fingers into her bra. It was like an unspoken rule. He preferred her with something still on rather than fully naked, especially savoring her body framed by the bra while fondling her soft flesh. Yumi, having grasped his preferences through experience, waited in her underwear for his touch. Without hesitation, Seonghwan began kneading her breasts this way and that. The bra clung tightly to her massive chest, but he forced space, starting from the upper curves and working down. Her breasts responded with bumpy nipple ridges and firm skin that sprang back elastically with every touch.
He felt bad for Yuri, but even when holding her, these massive, jiggling breasts with their insane bounce would flash in his mind sometimes. Of course, Yuri's chest was impressively sized for her slender frame, but Yumi's were on another level. Absolute heft. Lost in them, Seonghwan groped mindlessly, staring intently. As he fondled, her breasts strained more against the relatively small bra, poking out bit by bit.
While Seonghwan was lost in endless caresses, Yumi casually stroked over his panties. She enjoyed foreplay as much as he did before the main act. In the past, she'd been overwhelmed by the thrill every time he touched her breasts, but now they embraced and groped freely, satisfying each other with practiced ease. Her fingers, tracing the massive pillar straining against his panties, slipped inside. The heat she couldn't feel through the fabric hit her palm directly, and she started moving her hand as if unable to hold back.
Tap-tap-tap-tap. The repetitive motion built his climax in place of a man. "Nngh."
Seonghwan, lost in her breasts, let out a short groan. The old him would've stopped her hand, unable to endure the surging urge from such stimulation. But now, accustomed to her touch, he'd built restraint. He twitched briefly, unable to hide his excitement, then gripped her breasts roughly from inside the bra, yanking them out. As the massive flesh spilled over the tight bra, jiggling wildly, he swallowed hard.
This sight drives me insane every time.
With each repeated encounter, Seonghwan realized more of his desires, one by one. And Yumi happily obliged his blatant requests. Lying back, he beckoned her atop him. Like she'd been waiting, she straddled him. Matching her movement, her dancing breasts—he grabbed them without hesitation, twisting a nipple like pinching it. Her already stiff peak distorted between his fingers.
"Ah..."
Her short moan at his roughness wasn't pain. She preferred this side of him. His tentative early caresses had been nice, but as they grew familiar, bolder, rougher actions brought fresh thrills. Their bodies meshed perfectly, not just in penetration or climax. The more aggressively he explored her, the hotter she burned—no act felt off-limits.
Trembling from the pleasure of his fingers, she leaned forward, pressing her breast to his mouth. She craved the warm, soft feel of his tongue. He got the hint instantly, opening wide to bite down.
"Hooop."
The bumpy nipple. Hard yet soft—a paradoxical sensation on his tongue. He nibbled roughly with his teeth, licking all the while. "Aaaah."
As his mouth toyed with her nipple in earnest, she moaned loudly, unable to hold back, pressing close like hugging him down. Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp. Buried in her huge breasts, he sucked eagerly. He knew she heated up fast from breast play—once, he'd spent over 30 minutes on them alone, and she'd squirted like a fountain to climax. He found her nipples irresistibly sexy, reveling in teasing them. Perfect compatibility. Or honestly, what man would refuse such alluring tits? Less compatibility, more a body optimized for male lust.
Hard to believe she hadn't hooked up with tons of guys with a body like this.
Even now, clinging desperately, grinding against him—she was purely lost in her pleasure, no pretense. If she'd embraced this heat early, hopping from guy to guy, she'd be Korea University's legendary slut by now. Seonghwan realized his luck again. He'd shared her first time, stayed through her awakening to her body's fire. He'd learned women's bodies; she'd adapted to him. That's how their compatibility formed.
Slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp-slurp. After sucking long, Seonghwan felt breathless, chest tight from the smothering weight as she hugged tighter in ecstasy. Sensing it, she pulled back slowly. Sitting up straight, her saliva-slick breasts gleamed lewdly above him as he gazed up. She smiled seductively down, then lifted her hips, flipping positions. Her face toward his crotch, her crotch to his face.
Not their first 69, but it always embarrassed her. Started by his curiosity, it unexpectedly thrilled her. Sucking him while he sucked her. She'd known the theory but first tried it recently. When he'd shyly suggested it, she'd just wanted to indulge him—then the whirlwind pleasure left her reeling. Now, no shame.
As she pressed her pussy to his nose, he flipped her panties aside, exposing her entrance starkly. Amid thick bush, her shy slit peeked out. He savored the obscene view slowly. Through her, he'd experimented with desires, including this porn-inspired pose. Curiosity satisfied at first, but it didn't excite him much beyond the thrill of baring secrets. Her soft mouth and sticky tongue felt great, but doable any way. Still, he obliged without complaint.
Of course I'd service her like this. No complaints.
Gratitude for always meeting his needs. He rubbed her entrance with fingers through the thicket, prepping to delve. Even her toned, muscled body had delicate folds. He could've tongued them but preferred fingering while watching the sticky feel.
Slowly... bit by bit.
Muttering internally, he traced her folds with his index finger. She twitched, but he ignored it, focusing. He parted the vertical slit slowly. Tasting manhood before, she was already damp. His gentle fingers softened her further. Her pussy geared up, anticipating.
His finger eased in. "Hngh."
Yumi, about to tongue his cock, stiffened and moaned. Smack. He lightly spanked her ass. Service was service, but he wasn't cooling his own heat. Realizing, she hurriedly mouthed him again. He felt a twinge of guilt—not intentional, just instinct to keep the mood; she'd picked up on it.
Damn, feels like I'm taming my senior. Kinda embarrassing.
Yet the slick wrap reignited his thrill. Plus, spurred by the spank, her suction intensified. Sluuurp. Sluuuuurp. Chilling pleasure bloomed in his gut. Early on, her oral was clumsy, more pain than pleasure. Now? Transformed, masterful. Teetering pain-pleasure edge. She'd suck hard, dragging heavily, then lick to relax just before hurt. Riding her rhythm, he savored the ache with a dazed look.
Aaah... fucking kills me. Been a while? Insane.
Refocusing, he stroked her entrance again. The more pleasure she got, the harder she served—satisfying her satisfied him. He'd learned that early. His finger pierced the slick slit, stirring inside slowly.
"Mmph. Nngh. Hm."
As it pumped, she moaned mid-oral but kept sucking, unlike before. Like puzzle pieces, they synced. A competition too—who'd satisfy first.
"Hng. Slurp-slurp, suuuuck." Tap-tap-tap. Even sucking furiously, she jerked the shaft with her hand.
"Churrrp, slurp slurp." He finger-fucked deep, occasionally licking her clit. Their genitals dripped thick fluids. She lapped his pre-cum; he watched her dense nectar flow, fingering faster.
Squelch. At peak arousal, her overflowing pussy took a second finger easily, lubricated.
"Guhk. Cough. Hnnngh."
Filled abruptly, she spasmed breaths. Not just fingers—experienced deep with his cock, but his next move wrecked her. He hooked them deep, scraping her walls earnestly. Smooth yet ridged mucosa met his tips. Her tight pussy yielded flexibly.
"Aaahhhnng. Ahng."
Unable to endure, she spat his cock, wailing. Thighs convulsed, squirting wildly, soaking her bush. He ignored, thrusting relentlessly. Even as she arched, trembling solo in climax, he didn't stop. Sometimes, her raw cries or shuddering form alone drove him wild. Her unfiltered peak display maddened him. Behind quaking pleasure, her huge tits jiggled over her waist. Sudden urge to grab them from behind, knead mercilessly—but he suppressed, sensing her end near. His soaked hand didn't stop.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. Fingers churned noisily. Hand numb, but her louder moans and his thrill overrode pain.
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. Her nectar flooded like a deluge; she screamed, shaking the living room.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Only then did he stop. Propped on hands and knees, she collapsed sideways, panting. "Hah... hah... hah."
Breathing ragged, Seonghwan grinned satisfied—he'd pleasured this alluring woman again today.