The Moment He Came on Min-jung's Face During Her Massive Titfuck — And A-young Was Listening [Min-jung's Bathhouse Service 4]
“Hngh...!!!!”
The instant Kim Min-jung, locked in a back-hug, seized Geum Tae-yang’s cock and let out that cute little scream, his soap-slicked shaft was already throbbing under her grip. He shuddered and moaned as her hands closed around him.
“Feel that, Auntie...? Right now my cock’s about to blow...? You know better than I do...!! When it swells up this hard, you know exactly how worked up I am...!!”
“It’s because you keep rubbing against me like this... Hngh...!”
Still holding her, Tae-yang explained exactly why he’d told her to touch him. Against Kim Min-jung he was an easy cock—ridiculously easy—and his whole body put on a spectacular show the moment she got him excited. He’d already been fully hard, but the second she pressed her body against his back and started grinding, his cock ballooned as if they were already mid-fuck, the kind of maxed-out thickness a man gets right before he shoots.
“I barely did anything and you’re already standing this tall, you idiot... Haah...!”
It wasn’t an answer so much as a performance. Instead of describing the taste of an apple, he simply set the whole fruit in front of her and made her eat it. The effect was devastating. The anxiety that had been eating at Min-jung—the fear that her clumsy efforts might disappoint him—melted into pure, liquid satisfaction. She didn’t know what to do with herself.
“Pervert... Every single time I do anything you get hard and just want to fuck. That’s our Tae-yang, you dirty boy... Hngh...!”
Squelch...! Squish...! Slick...! Squish...! Squish...!
Her face went completely scarlet. Embarrassed by her own expression, she buried it against the broad expanse of his back. While she scolded her pervert husband—the man who always lost his mind like a beast in heat the second he was near her—she kept milking his cock with both hands.
I met a man who loves me this much... I’m so happy... I’ll give this boy everything I have... Haah...!
Squelch...!♥ Squish...!♥ Slick...!♥ Squish...!♥ Squelch...!♥ Squish...!♥
It was only cute, petulant scolding. The way she handled him—precious, careful, as if she were polishing porcelain—said everything. Kim Min-jung loved Geum Tae-yang. To a pure-hearted woman like her, a man who reacted so instantly and honestly was the perfect body. The sight of his cock already looking ready to spurt from her beginner’s touch sent her self-esteem rocketing to the ceiling. After twenty years of thirsting for a love that would throw everything away for her, she once again swore infinite affection for him.
“Nngh...!! Hngh...!! Nngh...!!”
Her coquettish tone, the scolding that contradicted it, and the milf-mama hand-washing technique she was using on him—Tae-yang could feel the entire harmony of love she was composing. Because it was a milking performed on the staff of that love, even a light handjob made him howl.
Soap handjob!!! If this keeps going it’s going to turn into a full soap job!!! Nngh...!!!
Correction: this was no light handjob. Her movements were soft, but both his cock and her hands were thoroughly soaped, which meant the most stimulating handjob of all—the soap job—had already begun.
“I like you... I like you so much, Geum Tae-yang... Haah...! Hngh...! Hngh...! I like you so much...! Haah...!”
Squelch!♥ Squish!♥ Slick!♥ Squish!♥ Squish!♥ Squelch!♥
Squelch!♥ Squish!♥ Slick!♥ Squish!♥ Squish!♥ Squish!♥ Squish!♥
Min-jung had no real idea how intense a soap job could be. Even if she had, she was in no state to care or hold back. Her love for Tae-yang had simply exploded and her reason had short-circuited. The love bombardment of the emotional woman Kim Min-jung had begun. Pure instinct now. Before, her rational circuits had still been online, calculating how to do it well. Now his easy-cock performance had blown the fuse. She moved that enormous body of hers with dazzling freedom, and the soap handjob she was giving from the back-hug position was thick and sticky beyond description.
“Haah...! I love you...!♥ Min-jung loves Tae-yang so much...!♥ Hngh...! I’ll do anything for my husband...!♥ Hngh...! I love you...!♥ I really love you...!♥ Haah...!”
One of the clearest signs that Min-jung’s eyes had rolled back was the dialect that slipped into her speech—the feverish serenade she kept murmuring to him. She was bombarding Tae-yang through both touch and sound.
“Nngh...!! Hngh...!! Hngh...!! Nngh...! Nngh...! Nngh...!!”
Twitch! Twitch! Jerk! Twitch! Jerk!
It was a murderous love performance. For Tae-yang, who had starved for a mother’s love for so long, this was the dense milf affection he had desperately wanted for years. He took it helplessly, melting into a pitiful, pleasure-soaked mess.
Auntie’s lower body is grinding against my ass!!! Her tits have completely claimed my back!! And my cock is getting soap-jobbed into oblivion!!! Nngh...!!
Humanly speaking, it was understandable. Between Min-jung’s physique, his own erogenous zones, and the super-special-grade item known as a soap handjob, he had tried not to look completely pathetic—but he simply had no way to manage it. Not coming on the spot was already a miracle.
“Nngh...!! Nngh...!!”
Sliiiide...!
Throb! Throb! Throb!
He had been holding on well, but the limit finally arrived. His neck snapped back as he desperately received her love, and his cock pulsed like a living squid. The volcanic orgasm was imminent.
“Nooo!!! Wait, Tae-yang!!!”
—Squeeze!!
The second she realized what was happening, Min-jung clamped both hands around his cock as hard as she could, trying to delay the shot.
“Today you’re going to come with this! With this!!!”
—Thud-thud-thud-thud!!!
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
With urgent voice, expression, and footsteps she scrambled around in front of him.
“This! This!!”
Slap!!
Then she dropped to her knees right in front of him.
“With my chest! I’m going to make you come with my chest!!”
Thud!!
What she did next was gather both of her breasts and sandwich his cock between them. She was preparing a titfuck. From everything she had shouted, it was clear she had planned this as the finale from the moment she decided on today’s bathhouse event.
“Nngh!! Our Auntie! Our Min-jung Auntie, seriously!!!!”
Tae-yang felt like he was going to lose his mind. The explosive urge to come was driving him crazy, and the sight of Min-jung frantically repositioning herself and locking into place for a titfuck was so lovable he wanted to bite her cheeks raw. Reading the psychology behind the whole event only made it worse.
“Haah!! Hah!! Hngh! Hngh! Hah! Haah!”
Squelch!♥ Slick!♥ Squish!♥ Squish!♥ Slick!♥ Squish!♥ Squish!♥ Squish!♥
The love-soaked look on Tae-yang’s face was exactly the kind of expression that would have filled every one of Min-jung’s needs. But she had no leisure to enjoy it. His orgasm was too close; she had to keep working the titfuck. And so her 75J massive breasts put on a dynamic, filthy show.
“Haah! Haah!! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Haah!”
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Her face was already full of soft, helpless whimpers. Pretty moans kept spilling from her lips without restraint. Rubbing those breasts against his back earlier had already overstimulated her nipples, and now those ultra-sensitive tits were being put through a desperate workout. She still threw her waist and even her head into it, performing the titfuck for him with everything she had.
This is fucking incredible!!! Our Auntie—no, our wife—is so damn pretty!!! Haah!!!!
Any man who had ever dreamed of splitting a woman with giant soft breasts in half was living that fantasy right now. Tae-yang was no exception. With that cathartic Nella Fantasia unfolding before his eyes, he watched his beloved wife’s form with a completely unhinged expression.
“Nngh! Hngh! Nngh! Hngh! Nngh!”
Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!!
Of course he wasn’t going to stop at watching. A titfuck is meant to be enjoyed with the prostate. So Tae-yang kicked into the final stretch for the cumshot, snapping his hips vulgarly and thoroughly savoring the titfuck Min-jung was giving him.
“Tae-yang!! Why! Why are you moaning like that! Haah!! Louder! This auntie wants to hear your big, manly moans!! Hngh!! Haah!!!”
Yet the powerful hip work was paired with something odd: he was clearly holding his voice back. Even while frantically working the titjob, Min-jung demanded that her beloved boy let out proper, masculine moans.
“Th-the bathroom echoes! Nngh!!! A-young might hear us!! Nngh!!”
He was worried about the acoustics of the bathroom—worried that Park A-young, who might still be awake, would catch them.
“A-young’s asleep! Haah!! That’s why Auntie prepared this event in the first place! So moan as loud as you want! Hngh! Haah!!!”
With that, Min-jung finally revealed the little white lie she had been keeping.
“Really??? A-young’s asleep????”
The moment he learned the truth—
“Nngh!! Hngh!! Feels so good, our Auntie’s soft tits!! I’m going to enjoy this properly!! I’m going to enjoy it like a fucking beast!!! Nngh!! Hngh!!!”
Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!!
—he gave her exactly the manly howling she had wanted and began slamming his cock between her breasts like a runaway locomotive.
“Nngh...!!!”
Sliiiide!!!
Then his head snapped back and he let out a thick, guttural moan—
—Bwoooooosh!!! Pssshhhhh!! Brrrrrr!! Pssshhhhh!!!
—and started pumping out a massive load in powerful jets.
—Pssshhh!! Brrrr!! Pssshhhhh!!
Those thick ropes of cum painted Kim Min-jung’s collarbones, her neck, and her face.
“Haah!! Haah!! Feels so good!! Our Tae-yang’s cum feels so good!! Haah!!”
Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!!
Even as her face was being ruined by his load, Min-jung trembled with happiness the moment the pleasure she had engineered for him was complete. The scene inside the first-floor living-room bathroom was as hot as a blast furnace and as raw as something wild.
And that entire bathroom situation—
Whoa... Mom’s incredible...
—was being overheard right outside the door by the daughter who was supposed to be asleep: Park A-young.