Two Alone in the Theater's Recliner Bed (2)
The movie's leads traded lines—Is that your choice?—and—Then what will you do?—but Han-seok didn't hear a word of them.
He kissed Yu-na and slipped his hand beneath her skirt. Her panties were already soaked through.
When their lips parted, he asked, "Want to take them off?"
"What if someone walks in?"
"So what if they do?"
"What if they recognize me?"
"I'll tell them to wait in line for an autograph."
"Nooo."
Han-seok smiled. "I already told them nobody comes in here. Nobody was going to anyway."
He peeled Yu-na's clothes off one piece at a time. By the time she was down to her underwear, she apparently couldn't hold out either—her fingers went to work on his shirt buttons.
Once they were both bare, Han-seok laid her back and spread her thighs with both hands.
"Mmh. N-no way, you're not..."
Without a word of answer, he lowered his tongue straight onto her wet pussy.
"Aaahn."
He bathed her pink outer and inner lips in saliva, then flicked rapidly at her clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Haa... haaahh." Yu-na arched her back, moaning. "Aaaahn, mister. If you keep going I'm... I'm going to come."
"Already?"
He took her arm and pulled her upright, then had her kneel down in front of his erect cock. "Want to try?"
"I've... never done this before..."
Han-seok pressed the head of his cock against her glossy lips. She hesitated a moment, then stuck out her tongue in the cutest way. She gave the tip one tiny lick, startled herself with a jolt, and looked up at him.
"Good. Just like that."
He rested a hand on her head. She stuck her tongue out again and licked beneath the head. A bead of pre-cum welled up.
"Now put it in your mouth and suck."
"I... I'm really going to be bad at it. Don't... don't say anything when I mess up..."
If the world's Han Yu-na sucked cock with practiced skill, it would of course feel wonderful—but the clumsy version would feel every bit as good in its own way. The Han Yu-na herself, giving her very first blowjob on my cock. Wasn't that the dream of every man on this planet who knew her name?
She opened her mouth and took him in like a popsicle on a stick—though this one was far thicker than any popsicle, and offered no sweetness at all. Her tongue lapped at the head inside her mouth. Warm, wet heat.
"Ah. Good."
Han-seok's head tipped back on its own.
Yu-na froze. Her pupils dilated in an instant. She had just tasted his pre-cum.
She fought down the urge to rub her clit furiously with her own hand, gripped his cock with one, and began to move her head slowly.
"You're good at this. Keep going."
"Mmph."
She sucked him into her mouth as though her lips might fuse to his skin—then her brow creased.
Gulp.
With his cock still in her mouth, she swallowed her own saliva—and in that instant her hips convulsed and water came spraying out of her pussy.
By now she should have been used to debasing herself like that in front of Han-seok, but she had never once come from merely sucking him, without him even inside her—and the flood of shame was more than she could hold back.
"Hm? Did you just come?"
Han-seok made a point of letting her feel every drop of the embarrassment.
"Mmmm."
"Stay just like that."
He moved around behind her, seized both cheeks of her ass, and pulled them apart. Between the spread pink folds, droplets of her fluids were dripping down steadily.
"Uuunngh." Yu-na whimpered in half-hearted protest, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her, nipples standing stiff and proud.
Han-seok rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance. She startled and twisted around to look back at him.
"N-not there, you're not seriously...?"
His cock slid in to the hilt.
"Ahhn!"
Yu-na arched her spine. Han-seok gripped her ass like dough he was kneading. "You'll be doing this position a lot from now on, so you'd better get used to it."
"Nnngh."
Her inner walls adapted to the intruder almost immediately.
"Move," he said.
"...What?"
"You move, Yu-na. Back and forth."
"..."
"Now."
Reluctantly, she began to move. His cock slid all the way in, then drew back out in one long, slow stroke. The soft flesh inside clamped down around him as though begging him not to leave.
"That's it. You're doing great."
"Aaahn."
She rocked her body back and forth with her eyes fixed on the screen ahead, her breasts bouncing springily with every motion. Han-seok trailed one finger slowly down the arch of muscle along her spine.
"Ever fantasized about doing this with me in Europe?"
"...Uuunnh."
She shook her head in a coaxing little denial.
"Oh, you have. Did you touch yourself?"
"I don't do things like that."
Han-seok seized her hips hard and began to piston into her. "Hoh. Haaahn."
"Even if you didn't, you should say you did."
His balls slapped against the mound of her pussy. "I... I did do it. Uuunngh."
"How many times?"
"Aaaahn. Every day... every single day. Thinking about you, mister. Aahn."
Each time the thick shaft forced her walls wide, her fluids overflowed and gushed back out around him like a broken pump.
Han-seok pulled out and gave her ass a sharp slap.
"Ahn—"
"Come up here."
He stretched out across the bed, leaning back against the raised head of the recliner. Yu-na climbed on top of him and rubbed his cock between her thighs.
"The bed's all soaked, mister. What do we do?"
"If we tell them you did it, I bet the theater would be flattered."
Slap.
Biting her lower lip, Yu-na smacked his thigh. His cock jumped.
"Haaahn."
She sank her hips down and took him inside her. Bracing both hands on his stomach, she began to roll her pelvis.
"Haa... haa... haa."
"Mm, nice. Where'd you learn a move like this?"
"Bo-ra says she does this with her boyfriend... like a twerking thing. Is it okay?"
Han-seok held out his hand to her. She gave him hers, and their fingers laced together.
"Keep going."
"Mmhm."
Yu-na rolled her hips again. "Haa... haa... haa." Her breath was growing hot and ragged. His cock ground against every inch of her inner walls.
"Haa... haa... mister... haa... does it feel good?"
"Yeah. It does."
"How much? How good?"
"Another minute of that and I'm going to come."
"I'm... not coming yet. Haa... haa... I'm doing well, right?"
"You holding back?"
"Mmmh... nnnh."
Instead of answering, she bit down on her lower lip. Grinning with mischief, Han-seok bent his knees and drove his hips upward.
"Aaaaahn!"
She bobbed up and down on him, her breasts swinging in wide circles.
"Keep moving. Just like that."
Han-seok hammered up into her from below while she rocked back and forth above him.
"Aaaahn, mister, aahn."
"Come. You can come."
With the lewd smack-smack-smack of flesh filling the little room, she rode him up and down without stopping.
"Nngh... mmmnnngh... nnghaaAAAAHH!"
Her screams drowned beneath the movie's action sequence. Yu-na flung her hips upward, her spine arching as though she would topple over backward—and Han-seok clamped down on her laced fingers. His cock dragged free along her walls, scraping every nerve on the way out.
"Nnghaaaaaahh."
Water poured from her pussy while a single fountain jet erupted upward from her urethra. Trembling from waist to hips, she stared blankly into the air above—every inch the picture of someone lost in ecstasy.
Han-seok squeezed their interlocked fingers tight. Yu-na threw her head back and sprayed two or three more times, and only after a long moment did strength return to her grip.
He pulled her arched body back down toward him, and she collapsed into his chest as though falling.
"Haa... haa... haa."
"Felt good, huh?"
"Mmhm."
She couldn't deny it. It had been better than last time—thanks to the new EX74's pre-cum, though Yu-na, in her haze, attributed it to simple chemistry between the two of them.
Han-seok could feel her hardened nipples pressing against his chest. She nuzzled her cheek against his and whispered.
"Mister."
"Mm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"If it's about the plot, I haven't been watching either."
"Not that. What number am I?"
"Hm? In your whole life?"
"No."
She put her lips to his ear. "I'm not the only one, am I? Among your women—what number am I, for making you feel good?"
Han-seok was caught off guard. She had simply assumed, as a matter of course, that he slept with multiple women. He'd never once dreamed of the other possibility—that Yu-na might actually be in love with him. He had taken it for granted that her body had simply been trained by his cock and left her in heat.
"Well..."
When he hesitated, she nibbled teasingly at his earlobe. "Why can't you answer?"
"You're obviously number one. But the second I say that, you're going to ask number one out of how many, aren't you?"
"So how many?"
"Three. So including you, four. I'll introduce you sometime."
"Tch. I don't particularly want to see them."
"Get close to them and badmouth me behind my back—could be fun? They're already close with each other."
"I really, really hate you."
Han-seok squeezed her ass. "You saying that just made me want to come inside you all of a sudden."
"Pervert. If you come here it's definitely getting on the sheets. I asked Bo-ra—someone your size coming that much is, like, medically abnormal."
"Then let's do it over there. Want to try on the heels?"
"The bathroom?"
He had her step into the heels, scooped her up in his arms princess-style, and carried her to the private restroom inside the theater. It smelled as pristine as a bathroom no one had ever used, immaculately kept. He carried her into an empty stall and bent her over, legs spread wide on either side of the toilet.
"Eeeh."
Yu-na thrust her hips out behind her, the heels making her long legs and the swell of her ass stand out all the more. Against the dim theater they'd just left, the brightness of the room made her pink pussy look almost unfairly pretty.
He rubbed his cock against her entrance a few times, then pushed straight in.
"Aahn."
Yu-na took him all the way to her depths.
"Huh. Never thought I'd be doing it in a bathroom with Han Yu-na."
"Hurry up and come. Eeeh."
"What, you don't like it here?"
"If you come here, it's..."
Han-seok began to move his hips. The slap of flesh echoed off the tile.
"Aahn. It's like you think of my body as a toilet to dump your cum in."
"What an imagination."
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah."
"I'm close."
"Give it to me, mister."
He picked up the pace of his thrusts, and the bright, rhythmic sounds rang through the restroom.
"That bastard Dong-jin's off at work right now, with no idea his precious daughter's become my cum toilet. Isn't that right?"
"Eeeh. Don't say that. Aaaahn."
"Han Yu-na."
"Mmmh."
"From now on you're my personal cum toilet. Understood?"
"Eeeiii. I hate you, I really do. Aahn."
"Coming! Ah!"
"Aaaaaaaaahn!"
Han-seok seized her ass in a crushing grip, cheek flesh bulging out between his fingers. Buried halfway inside her, his cock twitched and shuddered as it spilled his seed into Han Yu-na's depths. In seconds her channel was brimming full.
"Aaaaaah."
Excited beyond reason, Yu-na clutched at her own breasts, moaning. He pulled his still-ejaculating cock free and shook it, spraying cum across her pussy and the flushed skin around it.
"Nngh... it's hot."
The cum deposited inside her came gushing back out, dripping down into the toilet water below.
"Aahn."
Unable to hold her own hips still, she began grinding them on her own, rubbing at her clit.
"Nngh... aahn... nnghahn."
Cum-thinned love-juice gushed out of her two more times. Han Yu-na's pussy was being remade by the new EX74 seed. She stayed conscious this time, reaching an orgasm even more intense than the last.
When he finally finished, no more cum trickled from her hole—but everything around her pussy was a white, ruined mess.
"Mmmh... aaaaah."
Han-seok sat the still-quivering Yu-na down on the toilet and tilted her chin up, making her look at him. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. He pressed his cum-slicked cock against her delicate, clear lips.
"Suck."
Like a woman under hypnosis, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick him clean. Having already known the pleasure of taking him in her mouth along with his pre-cum earlier, she felt no resistance at all.
"Mmph."
She seemed to have acquired the taste for his cum now, too—every pass of her head grew more eager, more hungry, sucking him deliciously from one angle after another. Below, her love-juice dripped in fat drops into the toilet water between her spread thighs.
"Look at me. Tongue out."
Holding his cock in one hand, he tapped the head against her outstretched tongue. A long strand of drool hung from its tip.
"Does it taste good?"
"Yeah."
Han-seok pinched her nipple. "Want to suck it some more?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Then suck."
The Goddess of Perfection. The nation's top idol. And there she was—Han Yu-na herself, sitting on a toilet in a theater bathroom, sucking her father's old classmate's cock like her life depended on it.
"Mmm."
After a long while of sucking him with evident relish, she suddenly went still. Eyes glazed, she simply held him in her mouth without moving. A moment later her hips bucked, and a clear fountain sprayed out over the toilet in two arcs—her lips never once releasing him.
"Good girl."
Han-seok stroked her hair, and Yu-na began moving her head again, sucking his cock this way and that.