You stood over Jennie, cock throbbing hard in your fist as you stroked it fast and rough right in front of her face.
Fap… fap… fap-fap-fap…
She looked up at you with those pretty eyes, lips slightly parted, waiting. You jerked harder, the wet sound of your hand flying over your shaft getting louder and messier.
Schlick-fap… fap-fap-fap…
“Fuck… take it,” you groaned, aiming straight at her face. Your fist pumped faster, veins pulsing under your grip.
Fap-fap-fap-fap—
You came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across Jennie’s closed eyes, her nose, her cheeks, and her soft lips. More and more kept pumping out, coating her face in heavy white streaks until it dripped down her chin.
She scrunched her face, eyes squeezed shut, a little smile still on her lips as your cum completely covered her. Hot, sticky loads kept landing, dripping slowly over her glossy skin while you stroked out the last few pulses onto her.
Jennie’s face was left messy and painted, cum running down her cheeks as she stayed still, taking every drop.
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Nayeon
You thrust into Nayeon as she rides you. Her earlier bright teasing has turned into needy moans. She grinds down hard, chasing her pleasure with a lustful sparkle in her eyes. When you groan and start pulsing inside her, flooding her with warm cum for the first time, her eyes widen in surprise.
“Ah-! It’s so much… I can feel you filling me."
She gasps, shock and delight mixing in with her words. She stays seated, rolling her hips slowly to keep every drop inside, a playful grin spreading across her face.
“Wow… it feels really warm and full.”
She laughs, biting her lip as she looks down between you. The sensation makes her shiver. She leans forward, kissing you while gently clenching around your cock.
“I like this… a lot. You came so deep.” Nayeon experimentally shifts her hips again, clearly enjoying the new slippery feeling. She eventually lifts off slowly, watching with fascination as some cum drips out.
“Next time I want more.”
She teases with a wink, then cuddles close and whispers how good it felt to be filled by you.
Jeongyeon
Jeongyeon lies beneath you, legs wrapped around your waist as you thrust into her. She's quieter than Nayeon and definitely Sana, only leating out a few sighs and moans here and there. When you push deep and release your load inside her for the first time, she freezes for a second, eyes going wide.
“Oh shit… I can really feel it."
She clenches instinctively around you, a surprised but pleased expression crossing her face.
“It’s so warm… and messy."
She says with a small laugh, pulling you closer. Jeongyeon shifts her hips experimentally, savoring the sensation.
“I didn’t expect it to feel this good.”
Her cheeks flush as more cum leaks out when you finally pull back. She reaches down curiously, touching the mess with honest fascination.
“We’re definitely doing this again. It feels… intimate.”
She kisses you afterwards, clearly satisfied. Jeongyeon is already thinking about the next time you will finish inside her.
Momo
Momo rides you, her tits swaying in the rhythm of her hips. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she moans into you ear.
"Do it, baby. Make me feel your cum."
When you grip her waist and shoot deep inside her for the first time, her rhythm falters as her eyes flutter.
“Ahh…just like that!”
She grinds down harder, milking every drop out of you with focused rolls of her hips.
“It feels so hot and full… I love it.”
She whispers, continuing to roll her hips even after you finish. Her body trembles with aftershocks as she stays seated, enjoying the warmth spreading inside her. Momo leans down, kissing you deeply while gently squeezing around you.
“More… I want you to fill me like this every time.”
She eventually lifts off, watching the creamy mess drip down with a satisfied smile. The experience clearly awakens something addictive in her.
Sana
Sana wraps her arms and legs around you. Your lips are locked with hers, kissing her to make sure she doesn't get too loud. Her moans and cries become louder as she feels you reaching your limit. Her limbs tighten around you further. When you finally cum deep inside her, flooding her for the first time, she lets out a long, delighted moan against your lips.
“Mmm… I can feel your seed flooding my tummy."
She purrs happily, eyes sparkling with affection. She clenches around you lovingly, savoring the warm rush.
“It’s so much… and so deep. I love it. I love your cum.”
Sana keeps you close, gently rocking her hips as if to keep every drop. She giggles, clearly thrilled by the new sensation.
“What is this called again?”
You hesitate, feeling a little awkward.
"A...a cream pie."
Sana laughs, one hand resting on her stomach.
"My new favorite type of pie."
"Do you want another one?"
Sana's face brightens, happy to respond to your teasing.
"Oh, yes. Two please, sir."
Jihyo
Jihyo holds you close as you thrust into her, making the wooden bar counter creak underneath her. She caresses your hair, her head thrown back as she enjoys your cock in her pussy and your mouth on her tits.
"Good boy...just like that..."
When you bury yourself deep in her cunt and start releasing thick ropes of cum inside her, she gasps, nails digging into your scalp.
“Oh god…yes, baby...”
Her voice trembles with pleasure. She wraps her legs tighter, holding you in place as you fill her.
“You're filling me up so good…pump all your cum into me.”
Jihyo’s body shudders through her own small orgasm as you finish, making her whine your name. You continue with your mouth sucking on her tits, making her gasp in pleasure. She stays still for a moment after calming down, her breathing heavy.
“That was really nice."
She sighs, then carefully pulls you off her tits and makes you look up at her. Her lips are brushing yours as she speaks.
"I want you to always finish inside me from now on. Okay?”
She kisses you tenderly. You can't help but wonder what her tits would feel like if you got her pregnant after cuming inside her.
Mina
Mina lies beneath you, soft, shy moans escaping her as you move together. She looks so elegant and sexy tonight, her naked shoulders marked with your earlier bites already. You can't help yourself when you feel a knot tightening in your stomach. You push deep into her wet pussy and cum inside her for the very first time. Her eyes widen and even that looks graceful. A quiet, surprised whimper leaves her lips.
“Ah…did you just..."
She trembles, eyes fluttering, feeling the warm rush deep inside. Mina clenches around you gently, savoring the realization of what just happened.
“It feels so full and warm… I really like it.”
She admits shyly, cheeks flushed. She keeps her legs wrapped around you, not wanting to let anything escape yet.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself."
You whisper, but Mina just smiles.
"I'm not complaining."
When you finally pull out, she glances down at the creamy evidence with fascinated eyes. She reaches down, almost on instinct, but hesitates midway as if she isn't sure about touching your cum trickling out of her pussy.
Dahyun
Dahyun giggles nervously at first as you thrust into her, clearly excited for her first cream pie. Her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck pull you in closer. When she feels your climax building, she gives you reassuring nods, face bright with encouragement. You push deep into her one last time and paint the walls of her pussy with a deep groan.
“Whoa-I can feel how warm it is!”
She exclaims, eyes wide with surprise and delight. She squirms happily underneath you, clearly enjoying the new sensation. But when you keep cuming with shallow weak thrusts, Dahyun lets out a heavy breath.
“It’s so much…it doesn't feel like that when I swallow."
She laughs, slightly awkward, then clenches around your cock experimentally. Dahyun’s curiosity takes over as she reaches down to feel the mess after you pull out.
“This is kinda fun… and naughty."
She says with a teasing smile, one finger scooping up a globe of cum that has escaped her pussy.
Chaeyoung
Chaeyoung moans as you fuck her from behind, one of your hands in her hair, the other on her waist.
"Please cum in me."
She gasps, her pussy tightening around you just at the thought.
"Is that what you wanted? Getting cream pied right before going on stage?"
"Yes, please. Do it...use me."
You cum hard inside her pussy with your hips flush against her ass. She arches her back with a pleased gasp, your hands still holding her in place.
“Yes… fill me up.”
Her encouragement is thick with lust. She loves the deep, warm feeling immediately, grinding against you to take everything that enters her body.
“Fuck, your cock really is pulsating…shooting all that hot cum into me..."
You were surprised earlier when she admitted to you that she fantasized about getting cream pied, but now it seems to make sense. Chaeyoung stays in place, your cock buried to the hilt inside her flooded pussy. She savors the feeling, until she remembers that the concert is about to start. She wiggles her ass one more time, making sure every last drop goes into her, before finally letting you pull out. She looks down at the dripping result as a few drops fall to the floor.
“That was perfect. Maybe we found our new pre concert ritual?"
Tzuyu
Tzuyu lies beneath you, her long limbs wrapped around your body.
"Are you sure about this?"
You ask her again, earning you a cute nod.
"Do it, baby. Breed me..."
You've never heard her say the these last two words, but they make you see red. You were going to make sure if she's save today or not but that's out the window now. Your pace picks up a little, your hands grabbing her waist tighter.
"Yes, that's it..."
Her voice rises in pitch, her eyes studying your reaction with a satisfied, horny glint.
"Put your cum in me please.."
She pulls your closer, her lips against yours as she whispers.
"Breed me..."
You finally release your cum with a deep thrust and groan, flooding her insides. She lets out a soft, elegant gasp, her eyes fluttering at the feeling of your seed reaching her womb.
“Oh wow...damn, that feels good.”
She whines against your lips holding you close, enjoying the full, intimate sensation of her boody accepting your cum. Tzuyu clenches gently around you, savoring every second, making sure that you're fully spent.
“I like this feeling a lot.”
She admits softly as you rest your forehead against hers, cheeks flushed.
Yeji was on stage holding the mic, smiling at the crowd when one guy in the front row shouted something filthy. She leaned forward, still smiling, and answered loud enough for everyone nearby to hear:
“What? You want to cum in my mouth?”
The crowd went quiet for a second. Yeji just laughed, crooked her finger, and said, “Then get up here.”
The guy climbed on stage looking stunned. Yeji dropped to her knees right in front of everyone, yanked his pants down, and wrapped her soft lips around his cock without hesitation.
Gluck… schlick… gluck-gluck…
She started sucking fast and messy, spit already dripping down her chin. Her head bobbed quickly, cheeks hollowed, making wet, filthy sounds with every stroke.
Schlick-schlick-gluck… glurrrk…
“Mmmph… gluck… so thick…” she mumbled around him, eyes looking up while she kept going faster. Thick strings of spit stretched from her lips to his cock every time she pulled back.
Gluck-gluck-gluck… schlick… cough…
She forced him deeper, throat bulging as she gagged wetly, still not slowing down. Saliva poured down her chin and onto her chest while she sucked like a desperate slut.
Glllk… glllk… schlurp…
The guy’s legs started shaking. Yeji just moaned around him and sped up even more, messy, loud, and completely shameless.
Gluck-gluck-gluck-gluck…
“Cum,” she pulled off just long enough to say, voice already hoarse, spit dripping. “Cum in my mouth.”
Then she swallowed him again and kept sucking hard until he exploded.
Male Reader x IVE's Kim Gaeul, BabyMonster's Enami Asa, IVE's Jang Wonyoung, aespa's Karina Yoo Jimin, ITZY's Shin Yuna, fromis_9's Baek Jiheon
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Part 1: LUXE: Pink Fantasy
A/N: Pure Smut. This was released on Fanprose yesterday, but I figured to let you guys in Tumblr read it early too! Please do support me on Fanprose <3
“It’s been a while since you’ve come, Sir.”
Asa towers over you. The outline of her puffy folds is stretched tight across the fabric between her thighs — or at least the outline you imagine.
“Did you not like the time we’ve spent together?” Gaeul asks, drawing a small whimper from you with a languid pull. A pull on your cock, of course. There’s nothing else that can make you moan this way—fuck—except maybe the slow push of her hand down your length, or the occasional flick of her small, tantalising tongue swiping whatever bead of liquid sin leaking from your slit.
You’re under a special kind of torture. It reminds you of the ancient water-drip method, only instead of water it’s Asa’s pussy juice. Sweet, glistening nectar that soaks her panties, coalescing on the damp patch, then falls. The drips never stop. You swear the rate is increasing, subtle but steady, as she grows more aroused watching Gaeul play with the meaty stick in her hands. Coupled with the fact that your limbs are locked by imaginary shackles of their words, you’re in utmost anguish that you cannot pull her down and stuff your face full of her pussy the way you’re aching to.
“It’s really interesting, isn’t it?” Asa says, lowering her essence-saturated snatch as she squats down, her wet desirable heat hovering just barely above your nose, smothering you with a thick fog of her filthy mocking stench.
“Sometimes I really wonder why,” Gaeul sighs. She presses her tongue flat on your balls, drawing a broad, slow stroke up the underside of your cock to the tip. Her hands join in, twisting upwards like she’s wringing out a towel. “Care to tell us?”
You let out a helpless grunt as Gaeul toys with your cock, taking her precious time to twist and pump her favourite piece of meat, eagerly extracting out copious amounts of cock juice with a languid smirk.
“I was short on funds,” you manage, your toes curling at the ecstatical pleasure flowing through your body. “I could only affor—”
Asa slams her full weight onto your face, muffling your oh-so-pathetic mouth. She grinds her hips down, stuffing your words right back into your throat, along with the juices that you have been craving since the session began. No, since the first and only time you had them.
“Excuses,” Asa sneers, reaching her hands down, spreading her palms across your body. She roams your entire body, tracing the contours of your chest, fingers dancing around everywhere except the places you want most. Then—
One flick. Two flicks. Each one accompanied with jerks of your hips.
“Needy little boy, aren’t you?”
Asa taunts you, controlling the throbs in your cock with every flick of your nipple-switches. She squeezes them lightly, taking care to pinch it just enough that they’re blushing from the enthralling tease.
“But here’s what we think,” Gaeul coos, exhaling a warm heat over your tip as she whispers your sins. “You’re a fucking liar.”
She takes your cock by the root and slaps it against her own face, punishing herself, or maybe just indulging in the thing she’s been craving — your big, fat, pussy-distending cock. You know she missed this as much as you missed her.
“If you were sooo poor,” Gaeul bubbles, blowing fresh saliva all around over the head and smearing the sex filth around her pouty lips, “you could have saved enough from two months of sessions.” She paints a glossy target of slime around her mouth, marking exactly where she might let your woman-fertilising batter land, if she ever feels gracious.
“Four months. Four months without my mouth wrapped around this delicious cock.” Gaeul whacks your cock on her face, using the tender force to apply a natural shade of blush on her cheek. “Did you like them so much?”
You try to answer, but Asa snaps her hips and drives her cunt harder onto your tongue, sliding your soft muscle between her folds. The only reply you can give is wet slurps and desperate swallows, drinking her juices like it’s the last thing your body needs.
“Fuck, I really missed this cock,” Asa mewls. She pushes Gaeul aside, leans down and stuffs you into her mouth, greedily gobbling all of Gaeul’s spit and mouth filth like it’s the richest sauce on the finest A5 wagyu steak.
Asa’s weight on your face eases a little as she devours your cock, allowing you one desperate, merciful breath. But before you can say anything of semblance, Gaeul circles around and aids, planting her hands on Asa’s hips, forcing the soaked cunt back down onto your mouth again.
“He’s awfully close already,” Gaeul mocks gently, rocking Asa’s hips up and down your small little cunt stabbing tongue. “Should we let him cum?”
Asa muffles around your cock with her lips sealed tight, sliding up and down your swollen length that was inevitably loaded full of cum, courtesy of you two smoking hot mistresses.
“Thought so,” Gaeul whispers against your ear. “Let me ask you this. Do you like those four sluts better than us?”
You shake your head vehemently to deny the accusation, but it conveniently draws out a sudden splash of hot slick as Asa squirts on your face.
“What a pandering answer. Words are empty, my dear boy. Perhaps you should prove it with actions instead.”
She gives Asa’s ass a sharp slap, signalling for her to get off you.
When you’re finally released, your face is stained, your cock is soiled, and both your lungs and you cock pant are panting for mercy — one for air, the other for release. You’re finally allowed a benevolent suspension of pleasurable torture; a foreplay of what’s to come.
Asa and Gaeul walk to the side, sitting down on the lush black couch. They swing one leg over the other, hiding their cunts from view. They rest their heads lazily against the armrests.
“Come in.”
The doors open.
The doors open. Four figures in pink step into the overwhelming red of the room. Four pink ladies that were your sin for each of the last four months. The pink on their bodies is a stark contrast to the overwhelming red of the room, so much so that it seems to offend your two mistresses.
“Since you claim that they aren’t better than us,” Asa says, “you’re going to prove it.”
“H-How?” you stutter.
Wonyoung breaks off from the group, walking straight towards you.
“Don’t you dare cum.”
Asa’s sharp words stab into your ears, popping any thoughts of cumming your brains out today. You look at the two women glaring at you, their red outfits serving to stress their anger.
“Hey, pretty boy~”
Wonyoung drops to her knees between your spread legs, cock at full mast and ever ready to re-experience the wondrous cock sucking you got the last time. The tight, shimmering pink top clings to her milky white skin; her long hair tied into a high ponytail. All for you to yank when she’s gobbling your cock like a whore.
“Did you miss these luscious lips?” Wonyoung teases, pressing her nose to your cock. She pushes her face down, pinning the hard, drooling length against your stomach, letting you leak uselessly into your navel while she inhales your sex scent like she’s starving.
You grunt impatiently, revelling in the dull friction as Wonyoung rubs her face along your shaft like a little kitten in heat. Her big doe eyes look up at you, lips curling into a smiling pout when she feels your shiver.
“I’m going to break you like I did last time, Sir.”
Wonyoung smirks and pulls up a little, letting your cock bob free. She marvels at the meat tower, feeling the heat radiating to her lips with drunken eyes, then descends.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your brain shivers in micro spasms as her soft lips stretch around you and glide down, running over every ridge, treading over every vein.
All the way down, right to the root.
She is exactly as you remember: the best cock-sucker you’ve ever paid for. You know the answer you gave to Gaeul was a lie. Each of the four ladies has her own speciality. But today you cannot disappoint your mistresses.
You cannot cum.
“You can’t cum, okay?” Wonyoung says when she pulls back up. “Make sure you don’t. Otherwise, I’ll be very, very disappointed.”
She gives you a small wink and dives back down, enveloping you with her throat as she takes you deep. Her oesophagus dilates in a manner that’s both restricting and accommodating at the same time — trained from endless years of cocksucking, or a natural born talent, it doesn’t matter.
She’s a cock-guzzling whore of the highest tier.
She violates herself on your length, beating the voice box hidden deep within her throat. She punches out wet garbles and pounds out glugs out from her own throat, swirling her tongue over the head every time she rises for a breath. Within moments her mouth-slop has already flooded your entire cock, flowing down your balls, cascading over your inner thighs. She scrubs the walls of her throat with your cock like she’s brushing her teeth, trying to replace every drop of her saliva with your precum. She knows that’s impossible, but she continues nonetheless.
Her cock blowing is mind blowing, to say the least.
Your hands twitch instinctively to grab her head, but you force them still. You will not help her make you cum.
Asa and Gaeul have already stood and walked over.
“Feeling good, aren’t you?” Asa asks. “Bet you wish you could dump everything down this cock-whore’s throat.”
Wonyoung keeps working her mouth on your cock, bobbing her throat-fucks onto you like the cum disallowing warning earlier never existed. Her anti-smudge makeup is already failing; pinkish-red gloss smears across the skin around her lips.
“How amusing, pretty boy,” Gaeul says from behind Wonyoung. She bends forward and grabs Wonyoung’s ponytail by the end, wrapping it twice around her fist.
She yanks it hard.
Wonyoung’s head is ripped off your cock. You groan disappointingly at the sudden loss of heat. You hear her gasp for air, hands clawing for you again, but Gaeul pulls her high, holding her head up like a toy.
“Tell us the truth,” Gaeul growls. “Or we walk out right now and leave you like this.”
You shake your head and refuse to say anything. You know that if you do, the entire carefully built lie will collapse.
“Then I guess we’ll just make you cum.”
Gaeul nods at Asa. Asa steps in and settles beside Wonyoung. She grabs her head with both hands and forces it back down hard, impressing her onto your cock. Asa treats Wonyoung’s head like a useless piece of ball, grinding it on you, letting you plunge deeper into her throat, deeper than Wonyoung ever managed on her own.
Gaeul yanks the ponytail up; Asa slams it back down. They repeat this with ease, using Wonyoung’s skull like a sleeve.
Glug. Glurk. Gluck.
The red room fills with the wet, choked music of a throat being ruined. Wonyoung’s face is already destroyed. Her mascara and lipstick have long been smeared into a black-and-red mask as her throat continues to be brutalised, mixing together to form a colour of addiction and contentment. Snot, saliva and tears are wrenched out in explosive bursts, spraying messily all around. Asa wipes them across her face with one hand while the other keeps her gullet plugged to the hilt, as if the cock itself can protect her from further degradation.
Clurk. Gluck. Clrk. Qwark. Glug.
Consonants of Gs become Cs and Qs.
You try to hold on. You try so hard.
But the sight of her ruined face, the relentless wet, sloppy heat of her convulsing, the way Gaeul and Asa controls and abuses Wonyoung’s head, turning her into nothing but a toy — it breaks you.
Your cock swells violently, and a broken, helpless sound tears out of you.
“Ah—fuck—I’m—”
You try to pinch your thighs, hoping that the sharp pain will reset your cum meter, but it’s too late.
The first thick pulse fires straight down Wonyoung’s violated throat. Then another. And another. You cum so uncontrollably hard, and it’s so equally wanted and unwanted. Asa and Gaeul keeps her head locked in place, forcing her to take every spurt while she gags and swallows like the champion she claims to be. A failed champion, she is, because it ultimately overflows, cum and spit pouring from the corners of her mouth and running down your balls as your two mistresses hold her there until her throat wrings and milks the last weak twitch out of you.
The Failed Cock Sucking Champion taps on your thigh for mercy as your cock asphyxiates her, and only then do your mistresses let her pull off. Wonyoung collapses backwards, coughing out chokes and some of your cum, but she quickly swipes it back into her greedy mouth with her hands and tongue. Her face is a glistening wreck, looking up at you with blood-tinged watery eyes and a dazed, filthy smile.
Asa wipes a stray drop of cum from her own wrist and looks at you in disgust.
“Well,” she says softly. “So much for don’t you dare cum”.
Gaeul pushes Wonyoung to the side and shoos her off, before squatting beside your face. “Tell us. Did you lie?”
You cover your eyes with your hand, chest heaving as you try to recover.
“I did,” you confess. “I wanted to know how good the other girls were. If they were as good as you two, then—”
“Then what?” Asa probes, giving grabbing your cock. She motions for Karina to step over.
“Then I could have more… choices,” you mutter. “I can’t be fucking only you both every time I—”
Gaeul smashes her lips down onto yours, kissing you deep. You’re taken by surprise from her sudden affection, and be it love or lust, you swirl your tongue around hers, slurping her saliva as you drink. You feel her slide something down your throat.
“What was that?” you ask as Karina settles between your legs.
“A pill,” Gaeul admits, pulling away from you. “You’ll be here the entire night after all. We can’t have you running out of steam and cum before we thoroughly fuck you up.”
Karina lifts your lower body up and slides herself underneath. Her upper chest stays between your inner thighs, those same voluptuous breasts that melted your mind now resting around your stupid cock.
“Are you both mad at me?” you ask.
“A little,” Asa says. giving your cock a small kiss before passing it to Karina. “It was more of disappointment. We treated you so well during our first session together, letting you leash and control us as pets. But you didn’t even come back once.”
Gaeul takes a bottle of oil and moves beside Karina, tipping it onto her chest.
“I know you said that signing up for this package was a misclick,” Gaeul says, drenching Karina’s chest with more oil. “But we’ll make you regret that you never chose us earlier.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Karina says, rubbing her clothed tits, spreading the oil all around her covered mounds. “Be sorry that you aren’t working hard enough to earn more money.”
The oil seeps through the pink fabric, making it semi-transparent. You watch the cloth turn translucent, clinging to her skin like a layer of pink cellophane begging to be peeled.
“Make sure to cum lots, our little pretty boy~” Gaeul smiles and licks your ear.
“Only then, will you be forgiven for your sins,” Asa says, giving your shameless cock a playful smack before backing off.
You give a brief nod.
“Focus on the tit queen, boy~” Karina mewls, pressing her chest forward.
Your attention snaps back to her as her soft breasts envelope your still-recovering length, the cool yet oily fabric wrapping around. You watch as she digs her fingers into her flesh, gripping her tits tight, kneading them like dough. Gaeul continues to pour oil onto her soaked breasts, and you can see the dark shadows of her nipples jutting through the bright pink cellophane. The shiny liquid covers the already slick fabric with a fresh layer of gloss, flowing down the deep valley between them. The cloth stretches and shines with every exaggerated movement she makes.
You shiver at the way she’s caressing you, and your cock is growing rapidly hard by the moment.
“I’m the best, you know,” Karina says, gathering both oil-slick mounds. She curves her palm around the contours of her breast, showing you how perfectly round and heavy they are, before spreading them wide. You've become impossibly hard, obscenely shiny under the red lights. Before you know it, she squishes her tits around your length, lifts them, and drops them around you cock with a soft, wet sound.
“How could you ever choose other ladies when all you can get is right here?” she taunts. Her pillowy, heavy flesh wrapped in the slippery, translucent pink fabric begins bouncing on your cock, engulfing you in cool yet overwhelming heat. “Look at all of the rest, such meagre tits as compared to these.”
She presses her body forward, forcing the meat pillows closer, and the combination of the oil and soaked cloth creates a filthy, perfect tunnel. You watch your cock disappear between the gleaming mounds.
You’re the same as usual, hips twitching involuntarily, chasing after the bare minimum effort that Karina is giving. It’s really hard to deny your submission to pleasure. Most men in this situation would just have their minds melted, and you, you are most men. You are not one of God's strongest soldiers. Perfect face, perfect tits, perfect amount of sass. You groan and beg for more, feeling how the temperature around your cock has risen slightly from the minute amount of friction.
“There we go,” Karina sighs, already sounding breathless. “You’re right back at where your cock should belong. Who the fuck cares about the price? Come back to me every single time, and I’ll give you discounts so that I can milk this cock dry. My cock.”
She starts to move slightly faster.
She lifts her chest and drags the soft fabric up your shaft, swallowing the flushed, swollen head of your cock. Your entire root is exposed to the cool air for moment, but she slides it back down quick, burying you in a hot, squishy, smouldering prison. One that you never want to escape from. Your throbbing head peeks out from the top of her cleavage, shiny and dripping.
It’s a trap. A tit-fucking trap. One that you’ve already fallen into and can’t escape. The mind-ending shlick sounds get squeezed out with every stroke, and Karina keeps the same teasing pace, offering nothing more than a dull but perfect tit job. She giggles at how your body writhes for more, and she teases you a little, bouncing a little harder just to make the wet noise louder.
“Aww, listen to that. Your cock is making such dirty sounds between my tits. It’s such a naughty little boy.” She leans down to give your slit a punishing swipe, tasting the precum that’s leaking out. “You’re leaking so much. Does it feel good, my pretty boy?”
You nod and confess in gasps.
“These tits are the most expensive ones you’ll ever see and feel,” she coos, speeding up a little more. Your cock is burning now from the friction of her bouncing rubs. “But just for you, I’ll make them the cheapest you get to book.”
“Over. And. Over.”
Karina slams her breasts down with every word, making your back arch off the ground from the pleasurable force.
Gaeul crawls over and tips another stream of oil onto the upper slopes of Karina’s breasts, letting it run into the deep valley, keeping everything dripping wet. You hear soft moans coming from the side and turn your head to see. It's Wonyoung. She has pulled her tight little outfit up towards her waist, fingers digging into her small little cunt, curling and twisting inside herself. Her head falls back in pleasure, getting off on the sight of how your cute, fat cock is getting manhandled by soft, fleshy mountains.
Karina indulges in how she's pampering your cock, speeding up her tit pumps. Her mountains jiggle and bounce with every stroke, and the head of your cock keeps popping free at the top, looking all shiny and desperate only for it to be swallowed again a whole second later.
“You're louder than last time,” Karina teases. She sounds so syrupy and playful, coaxing you with a little devilish grin. “I can feel every little throb.”
You try to speak, but every cock-smothering drop just stuffs the words right back into your throat.
“Every time I squeeze, your cock begs for more. How cute,” she grins. “Go on. Messy boy. Clingy boy. Be my Begging boy.”
“Please… need—” you stutter. Karina grinds her boobs and cuts you off.
“Need what?” she coos, slowing down until her breasts slide agonisingly slow. “Use your words properly, pretty boy. These big, slutty cow tits are listening~”
“Skin… please, I need to feel them… raw…”
Karina’s eyes light up greedily, satisfied with your answer. But despite your begging, she doesn't change anything. She keeps stroking at that painful pace, dragging and pushing with that delicious slowness. With a happy little hum, she begins to jiggle them.
“Awww, poor boy begging for my raw skin. Do you really want it that much?” She releases your cock and grabs it, slapping the tip on her nipple.
You nod fervently, looking as needy as possible. Your cock has that inexplicable itch that needs a more intense scrub, but Karina still isn’t giving you what you want.
Finally done playing, she lets go of your cock, hooking her fingers under the hem of her top. She pulls it upward and forward, creating a tight little gap between the cloth and her flesh. Gaeul takes the chance to pour more oil, letting it soak through and form a thin slick layer.
Karina looks at you and smirks, before guiding your cock underneath the material so that the shaft presses directly against her bare skin. The translucent cloth stretches tightly over the top of your cock, firmly holding it in place.
The difference is devastating.
Naked heat on the underside of your cock. Cool wet fabric on the upper side. She slides your cock to the side, letting it glide towards her nipple. You shiver hard. She rubs the head against her small nub, teasing the sensitive little region that makes you bite your lower lip.
“How is it?” Karina asks, but both you and her know that it’s a redundant question. She gets an answer immediately from the way your mind surrenders. Pushing your cock back between the valley of her breasts, she begins pumping properly. Every downward stroke swallows you into the scorching soft valley. Her clothes aid in fastening her breasts tightly around you, making the already mind-jumbling tit job even more intense.
“It's the best,” you grunt, watching how your cock fucks into her breasts. You watch your tip punch and bulge the top of her clothes, darkening the pink fabric further with your leaking juice. The stained patch spreads as Karina works your needy cock, making it cry in tears of precum.
“Look at you~” Karina breathes, staring down with pure, unadulterated obsession. “You're poking out so prettily. Can you see? You look so fucking hard.”
She slaps her tits aggressively on your groin, trying her hardest to make you leak more.
“Look at how much you're leaking. You’re sliding so deep, pumping so well between my tit sleeve.” Karina opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, letting her drool fall to supplement the oil slick. “These tits are just toys for my pretty boy. A pair of big, heavy, slutty toys that exist only to make tit-greedy-sluts like you cum.”
She bounces her tits harder now, letting the heavy bare flesh under the cloth jiggle and slap together softly while your cock slides between them.
“Messy boy. Needy boy. Pretty boy. Useless boy.”
Karina repeats the words like a mantra, calling you names that make your cock twitch uncontrollably.
“Do you want me to make my tits cheap for you?” She mocks, watching you begin to thrust your hips. Little aborted jerks that plunge and chase for the soft heat, taking what little control you can just so you can get more pleasure.
Your words are failing you.
“F-fuck… Karina… I can't, it's too—”
“Too good?” she finishes for you, laughing softly as she squeezes tighter and speeds up. “Don't you feel like cumming your brains out? I’ve made so many boys cum just like this. But you? You’re special.” She bends her head down and bubbles saliva out of her mouth, letting your blunt, clothed cockhead pop the bubbles. “You’re my special boy. The one and only. And you know what special boys get? They get every single drop of cum milked out by this humongous cow tits.”
Asa moves.
She steps in and grabs that already-stretched neckline with both hands, ripping it open with one sharp tear. The fabric splits down the middle and peels away, leaving Karina’s heavy breasts bare, exposing everything.
Karina gasps at the sudden exposure, shivering with a soft mewl as she feels the cool air hits her tits. She keeps pumping your cock, making sure to squeeze even tighter now that you can see everything without obstruction. Her nipples bounce up and down rapidly before your eyes, blurring into dark brown vertical strips.
You’re hypnotised.
Your cock is utterly drenched in oil and saliva, its head decorated with spit bubbles of different sizes. Precum leaks endlessly out from your eager slit, crying as Karina flicks the tip of her tongue across it, tasting your sin.
She grabs Karina by the head and presses her down, stuffing her lips onto your cockhead. Karina latches tightly, moaning shamelessly as she forms a secure seal around the crown, pumping her breasts as her tongue flicks and swirls over the slit. Muffled, euphoric sex sounds spill out of her, and she loosens her lips every now and then just to taunt you.
“Can you feel it, pretty boy—slhrup slucrk—my raw slutty tits sliding all over—pwarrp pfwwup—your cock—swruup spluffp—you taste so fucking good I want you—pfwoofp pwuffup—to be my personal tit pumping slut—”
Karina keeps blowing saliva and bubbles, flicking that damned tongue without stopping. Your control is gone. Your hips jerk uncontrollably, and broken sounds keep spilling out of you. Your cock throbs violently between her breasts as you spew out moans amidst words.
“You’re not going to last any more, aren’t you?” Karina lifts off your tip and begs. “You’re going to cum all over these tits. I want it. I need it. Cover me. Make these cheap tits your cum-rags.”
“I—I’m gonna—Karina—can’t hold—”
“Then don’t.” Karina breaks character completely, turning into an obsessed whore. Hearts fill her eyes as she speeds up, pressing her tits together as tightly as possible, and she strokes so fast that it feels like her tits are vibrating on you.
“Cum for me. Cum for the tit queen. Give it to me right now. Paint them. Make them filthy.”
The orgasm shreds your sanity.
You cum so hard as if it’s your first time tonight, launching thick ropes one after another. You rain an assault of white viscous cum that’s as hot as lava, painting her tits and the upper slopes of her bare breasts. You can’t stop clenching, not when Karina refuses to stop pumping. Your cum flows into her cleavage as she keeps bouncing them intensely, smudging and smearing it all around your pulsing cock. She moans in awe, like she’s the one receiving the pleasure.
“Yes—yes—yes—more—” Her eyes light up at the sight, laughing like she’s getting high. “—all over me—good boy—keep going—give these tits everything—”
She doesn’t stop until the last weak spurts have been wrung out of you. Your cock is reduced into a foamy mess, shiny, oversensitive, but still raging. Karina looks down at the thick white streaks that didn’t flow and get scrubbed around your cock. She scoops them up with her fingers and licks, tasting with an appreciative hum, then glances up back at you with a dazed, utterly satisfied smile.
“You’re still raring to go. Fancy another one with my pussy?”
“Fuck off,” Jiheon says, tearing Karina off you. “It’s my turn.”
Karina laughs heartily and gives your cock one last kiss before crawling to the side.
“He’s all yours, Heonnie~”
Jiheon stands over you. You look up at her with half-opened eyes, panting heavily.
“Daddy~ did you miss me?”
You manage a half-grunt, not even sure what it means. The only thing left in your head is the incredibly raw horniness surging through your blood and the angry throb of your cock because it's stripped of any sex filth.
“Settle down, Jiheon,” Gaeul says, curling her finger at the cute girl.
Jiheon pouts but obeys, approaching her.
“It’s been a while, but this time you don’t get to choose. Kneel.”
You watch in mild confusion as Gaeul orders Jiheon. Asa does the same to Yuna.
“Let’s pick things up a notch, shall we?” Asa says. She pulls out a red leash and tosses it to Gaeul, before taking another for herself. Within seconds, they buckle the collar snug around both girl’s throats, letting the soft metallic clicks snap into place.
“On all fours,” Asa orders.
Both girls drop instantly, palms pressed flat against the floor, head raised high as they look up at their mistresses. Their eyes are already hazy with expectation; their panties damp with arousal from the way you were worked by both their colleagues.
Asa gives Jiheon’s leash a light tug. Gaeul does the same with Yuna. They turn and begin walking them slowly around the red room in loose, disorganised paths, pulling them along like personal playthings. Their knees and palms shuffle softly against the floor, and their thighs are already streaking with their wetness, dragging thin glistening trails with every step. Their needs and desperation are traced along every step they take. Your cock drools at the sight, watching how their pink panties cling to their greedy pussies, dark wet patches already spread between their thighs.
Gaeul stops in her walk and glances over her shoulder at you.
“Choose,” she says. “Which pet do you want to play with first?”
“Me pl—”
Asa yanks on Yuna’s leash, choking her shut.
“Silent. Pets don’t get to speak unless they’re allowed to.”
Your heart skips at the ruthlessness, but your cock twitches in satisfaction. Your eyes lock on Jiheon as she settles into a small, cute kitten pose, watching how her hips roll and the way her breasts hang as she rubs her cheek on Gaeul’s leg. She keeps giving you needy little glances, glassy eyes begging for your attention.
“Jiheon.” You relent.
“An apt choice,” Gaeul replies approvingly, smiling as she hands you the red leash. She sneers lightly at Yuna. “A good, deserving punishment for the useless pet over there.”
The moment the leash settles in your palm, Jiheon breaks into a wide smile. She lets out a tiny, broken sound of relief and crawls towards you without instruction. She presses her cheek against your thigh, caressing you like a cat seeking affection. You watch her gaze take in the sight of your purplish swollen cockhead, but she holds herself resolute. She controls herself.
“Such a good pet,” Gaeul says, squatting down to stroke her hair. “Treat her well.” Gaeul takes your hand and guides it to Jiheon’s ass, giving you an approving smirk.
You nod and get up, pulling Jiheon up onto the padding. You turn her around and push her shoulders down until her face is pressed onto the floor, ass raised high. Her pussy is already glistening, soft folds puffy and ready.
Marvelous.
An utter dedication of devotion, her pussy communicates.
You place your hands on her ass cheeks and spread them, watching the sticky folds pull apart with a gentle stlck.
Filthy.
A smouldering pyre of desire, her cunt craves.
You push your nose in and inhale, smelling how her insides emanate a musky stench with squelching squeks.
“Daddy…” Jiheon whimpers, feeling your hands roaming her peaches and your nose buried into her pussy. “Please. I’ve been so good. Everyone else got your cum. I need it inside me. Breed me. Use your little pet’s pussy.”
You drink in her scent, feeling how her pussy squeeze drops of her wetness into your nostrils. She clenches erratically, shaking uncontrollably as your dart your tongue out for a few occasional licks.
It is time to feast.
You begin lapping and licking, drinking her essence with voracious hunger. She shakes and trembles and moans and mewls as you eat her out, her pussy squeezing and clenching without stop, wringing out her own litre of juices to feed into your dehydrated body. Jiheon bites her lower lip, trying to hold her own moans in, but your devious little ego needs crying like an animal.
Asa smirks and reads your mind, moving to help out. Help both of you out, in fact. She grabs you by the scalp and shoves your face deeper, making sure you thoroughly devour Jiheon.
A scrubbing brush, your new identity. Asa seems obsessed with head-pushing tonight: first forcing Wonyoung and Karina onto your cock, now forcing your face into Jiheon’s snatch. She uses you like a tool, grinding and shaking your head vigorously to scrape Jiheon’s oyster, cleaning its endless expunging filth with shlurps and sfwuhps. She sighs languidly, as if admiring the sight hoping to purge the horniness within Jiheon. But it's obviously all a ruse, because Jiheon’s pussy only answers with more heat, more squelches, more disgustingly mind-addicting stench and wetness.
Your senses are on fire. Your face is burning with a corroding inferno of whatever Asa is pushing you into, and you desperately need to put it out the only way it makes sense.
Squirt.
You need to make Jiheon squirt and shower you with gallons of her cute kitty cum. You aren't even sure who the real animal is at this point. Her, subjected to her carnal desires, or you, subjected to your carnal desires. Fuck. You're thinking the same thing. It has to be her stupidity-invoking juices that you can't to stop gulping. You swear you've already consumed a gallon.
Jiheon cums.
Her pussy releases a crashing tide of equally hot stupidity-invoking liquid that does nothing to douse your ever-growing libido. Her walls clenches without stop around your mouth. Asa does not stop either, forcing you to thoroughly work her wetter than dry.
You are only slightly satisfied.
It is time to feed her lips. You ready yourself and drag the head of your sausage up and down her soaked folds, coating it with whatever sex sauce to make it tastier. You push in. Her heat swallows you immediately, engulfing you with a tight, fluttering, and scorching heat that feels like it will char you. Jiheon moans like she’s been fed with pleasure, back arching hard from the thick sausage intrusion.
“Yes—Daddy, you’re sooo deep—move, please move. Fuck your breeding kitty.”
Moans and demands spill out from Jiheon even before you begin thrusting, but who are you to deny her, or even deny yourself the pleasure of pumping? So? You start humping. Deep, solid plunges that make her soft ass ripple every time your hips clash with it. One hand stays wrapped in her leash; the other grips her shoulder, keeping her head pulled back just enough to fold her into a letter.
𝒜.
Except that she only becomes a full, filled 𝒜 when you thrust your thick horizontal cock into her. She’s taking you so perfectly, body bent into a prime feline sex toy, letting you slap her skin with rabid quick pumps. You bring your hand down hard on her right cheek.
Crack.
Jiheon cries out, pussy clenching greedily around you.
“Again—please Daddy, mark me. Spank your needy little cumdump. Fill me up.”
The first strike was an experiment, the second was coerced. Gaeul kneels by your side, whispering all the dirty things she wants to you to do.
“We’ve already explained this package to you. Red. Ravenous Red. In Pink Fantasy we grace you with pink. Pink walls, pink outfits, pink pussies. But here, you make them red. Choke their throats till their eyes turn bloodshot. Nibble their nipples until they blush. Smack their cheeks until you make them burn. Brutalise their holes until they swell and break.”
You obey. Alternate cheeks, firm and rhythmic, watching the pink skin deepen into red as handprints bloom across her skin. Each slap makes her walls squeeze tighter. She starts pushing back to meet every thrust, her sanity dissolving into continuous, high-pitched begging that’s appropriate for needy kittens.
“Harder—deeper—I want to feel you in my womb—breed me, Daddy—pump me full until it’s leaking down my thighs—I’ve been empty all night—please use this pussy like it belongs to you—”
You lean down to her ear and growl.
“Like? So you don’t belong to me?”
“That’s not—”
“Shush,” Gaeul soothes with an intimidating calmness. “Shut up and take your Daddy’s fat cock.”
Jiheon clamps her mouth shut. You fuck her in short, punishing strokes, grinding against her cervix on every thrust. Your free hand slides under to rub her clit in tight circles, then deliver firm little slaps that make the swollen nub redden. Jiheon’s arms give out, and she collapses onto her elbows, ass raised obediently high as she takes everything you’re giving.
“I’m close—Daddy I’m so so so close—but I don’t want to cum until you breed me—hold it—fill me first—I need to feel everything—please—”
Your own orgasm grows fast, stacked on top of everything that came before. You dig your fingers into her hips and paint red bruises, slamming into her one last time before you bury into her and cum.
You splatter white, heavy cum that floods her pussy, shooting her until she screams. Her walls convulse wildly around you, milking every drop as her pussy sucks you dry. You grind your cum into her, pounding her through her orgasm until it forces its way out through bubbling gaps around your cock.
Even after the last pulse have been squeezed out from your cock (it’ll be refilled soon), you don’t pull free. You stay buried and keep moving, thrusting your pestle-cock into her mortar-cunt, churning your own cum inside her with every heavy pound.
Jiheon? She sobs in overstimulated bliss, legs shaking.
“Daddy’s still going… still using his messy little hole… thank you… thank you—”
From the side, Yuna can no longer stay still. She crawls forward until her shoulder presses against your thigh. She paws up your naked body, licking the sweat like it's salt paradise. Her tongue draws a slow line up your neck and swirls it around your earlobe.
“Please—” Yuna begs. She grinds her wet panties on your thighs, humping you pathetically. “I’ve also been so patient. I also want you, Master. Please, just give me a turn—I’ll be so good—”
You ignore her and keep pumping into Jiheon’s creampied pussy, watching fresh cum drip out with every thrust. You're enamoured by the way her reddish-pink puffy folds hug your cock; coupled with the white cream coating your length, it looks almost like a sweet, filthy ma-cum-ron.
And Yuna? Fuck Yuna (not yet). She makes a frustrated cry and presses closer, nuzzling at your hip, but you refuse to stop.
Gaeul watches for a moment longer, then reaches for a thick red strap-on resting on a nearby tray. She steps into the harness with ease, buckling it snug around her hips. She walks around to Jiheon’s head, takes the leash from your hand, and wraps it around her fist.
“Open,” Gaeul says softly.
Jiheon opens. Gaeul feeds the strap-on between her lips and pushes forward until the girl’s nose is pressed to her pelvis.
“Don’t stop,” Gaeul says, grinning at you. “Use her with me.”
You both start moving.
You keep fucking Jiheon’s cum-filled pussy from behind in deep, steady strokes, rocking her body forward into Gaeul. She grabs on to the leash, controlling the depth and rhythm of Jiheon’s throat pussy, filling the room with a rhythmic track of wet, choked gags. Each pump into her pussy makes sticky squwacks, every pull out has her pussy vacuuming you tight with relentless fwarps.
Slick streams down Gaeul's thighs from face-fucking Jiheon, claiming her throat in a glorious spitroast. Asa stands nearby, arms crossed, occasionally reaching down to twist one of Jiheon’s nipples or slap her already-red ass hard enough to make her jolt between the two of you.
Yuna is left alone, watching.
Jiheon becomes a wrecked, drooling mess in minutes, as if she wasn't already. Mascara runs. Spit pour from the corners of her mouth. Your earlier load has been churned into frothy white cream that leaks steadily down her thighs with every thrust.
You’re chasing your second serving of ma-cum-ron. You lose track of how long you both use her. Eventually Gaeul pulls the strap-on free with a wet pop, letting Jiheon gasp and cough, a thick string of spit still connecting her swollen lips to the dildo. You give her pussy a few final, deep thrusts, then cum again, before slowly pulling out. A heavy gush of cum follows, pouring out and pooling beneath her. Her pussy is left open, decorated with stiff white peaks that look almost like meringue.
Jiheon collapses onto her side, trembling and thoroughly used, face a ruined mask of spit and tears. She looks up at you with glassy, blissed-out eyes and manages a tiny, sex-drunk smile.
“Thank you, Daddy…”
Yuna is still on her knees. She stares at the mess between Jiheon’s legs with open, desperate hunger, breathing hard.
“Is it my turn?” Yuna asks.
Asa gives Yuna’s leash a short tug, forcing her to look up. “Your turn is now,” Asa says calmly. “But there will be rules.”
“R-Rules?” Yuna asks uneasily.
Asa tugs Yuna’s leash and forces her to crawl closer until she's kneeling right beside the puddle of cum still leaking from Jiheon’s pussy. As expected of the face-presser today, Asa crouches and grabs Yuna’s hair, pressing it down into the mess.
“You're really a bad, bad pet,” Asa laments, making Yuna feed and lap your cum off the floor. “What did I say about permission?”
Yuna’s eyes widen at the rough handling, but the scent and taste of your cum override everything. She slurps it off the floor instinctively, savouring the sweet-salty flavour before diving straight into Jiheon’s still-open pussy for more.
“Listen carefully,” Asa says. “You only get one choice. His cock in one hole. The other two will be filled with fat plastic toys. Choose.”
“Pus—”
“I want her ass,” you cut in. “I need to fucking stretch that lousy hole so wide until she can only think of anything except my cock.”
Asa’s lips curve into a small, satisfied smirk.
“But—”
“Shut up, pet. You heard your Master.”
Asa reaches to the side and picks up a special dual harness. It's something with a thick realistic dildo that's mounted below a wide cock-ring. She tosses it to you.
“Put it on. Have you used it before?”
You shake your head.
“Your cock goes through the ring then into her ass. The lower one fills her pussy at the same time. This way, she doesn’t get to feel empty anywhere.”
You nod and step into the harness, before sliding your pill-enabled throbbing cock into the cock ring.
“Present,” Asa orders.
Yuna turns and lowers her body, pressing her tits flat onto the ground. Her hands reaches back and spread her ass cheeks wide.
“Stupid pet,” Asa sneers. “Your panties are still on.’
She digs two fingers into the triangular cloth covering her pussy and rips it open, leaving a torn hole that exposes her tight, twitching cunt that has been waiting all night.
“So empty, aren't you?” Asa mocks.
Yuna nods impatiently, making whimpering sounds. She knows better than to speak and risk angering Asa further.
Push.
The tight ring resists for many seconds, You watch her fingers shake as you force your blunt, leaking tip against it, watching how her stubborn hole refuse entry. The ring squeezes even tighter, pushing out muted words of nooo-you-can’t-do-this and only-things-can-come-out-not-go-in, but your ass-destroying cock prevails. It yields under the pressure and generous salivary lube that Asa is constantly supplying, and the tip finally breaches the Great Wall of Yunass with a soft pop. Adjusting is a privilege for good pets, and Yuna is nothing but one. So you sink in without waiting, feeling every inch of her ass stretch and grip around you. At the same time the lower dildo presses against her pussy, sliding home in one barely smooth thrust.
Yuna’s entire body jolts
“Fuuuuck—both—both at once—” Her voice cracks into a high, shrill moan. “Master’s cock in my ass and that thick toy stretching my pussy—it’s so full—I can’t—”
She can, and she will.
You start moving, sending deep, impactful, ass-gaping, pussy-dilating thrusts in perfect sync. The dual sensation is insane for both you and Yuna. Tight, hot pressure around your shaft, and the knowledge that her other hole is stretched and open at the same time?
Fuck me, you think. But no, you fuck Yuna first. Fuck Yuna hard. Fuck Yuna up. You grab her lower back and pull them towards you, folding her inwards like a flip phone. Her holes take the consecutive double strokes with loud, shameless cries as you punch her insides, rearranging her orderly guts into an entangled mess.
“Harder—” she screams. “Please harder—use my holes—ruin my holes—”
Asa steps forward and yanks the leash. She lies down with her own fake cock already buckled, facing up into Yuna’s noisy face. She presses the tip against Yuna’s lips.
“Open. You're too noisy. I’m not leaving any hole empty.”
Yuna opens for another scream as you give a particularly deep and hard thrust, but it is instantly muffled and stuffed back into her as Asa jams her head down. Yuna’s throat is filled to the end, but she's obviously not as good as cock-sucking as the champion Wonyoung.
Her face bursts into red, tears exploding from her eyes, saliva finding nowhere to go other than exiting through her nostrils as her mouth can't open that wide.
Asa doesn’t care. She fucks Yuna’s face onto her cock while you violate both lower holes, making the wet glucks spew endlessly out of her wrecked orifice.
You both settle into a powerful pace, savouring the long strokes that make Yuna’s ass ripple every time your hips clap against it; the dildo smoothly disappearing completely into her cunt.
Red. Ravenous red. You remember Gaeul’s words amidst Yuna’s ass destruction. You spanked Jiheon, so you must also bless Yuna’s ass the same way.
Crack.
Yuna moans around the dildo, the sound muffled and desperate. You spank her again, and again, and again watching the soft flesh jiggle and redden while you keep double-penetrating her without mercy. Her spit runs down the dildo and drips onto Asa. Her pussy juices and the lube from her ass mix into a shiny mess that coats your thighs.
“Look at you. So fucking stuffed full. You know what you should call yourself?”
Asa taunts and wait for an answer.
“Oh right, I forgot you can't.” She presses hard again, forcing another sticky burst of snot from Yuna’s nose. “I think you should be called a bin.”
She pulls Yuna’s head up to give her a merciful breather, but it's just a chance for her to verbally abuse her further.
“What are you?”
Yuna gasps and wheezes, smiling crazily.
“A bin. A trash bin. I’m yours and Master’s trassh bin. Please fill me up so fucking full. Load me up with—”
Asa crashes her head back down before she can finish.
You speed up. You plough her ass and pussy without restraint. Fuck. You're running out of unique descriptive words. No matter. What matters is that spit, lube and pussy juices are flying everywhere. What’s important is that Yuna’s legs are starting to shake; her barely-qualified muffled moans are turning into continuous high-pitched dampened squeals.
“You’re close,” Asa observes, still hammering her throat. “Hold it. Don't you dare cum before your Master.”
Yuna whimpers around the toy but nods as best she can. You feel the desperate fluttering of her walls — both the tight ring of her ass and the stuffed pussy below — trying to obey. You keep driving into her, still spanking sharp, rhythmic cracks across her ass.
She disobeys and cums first. Her first clench sends you over too. You bury to the hilt and unload, flooding deep into her ass, right to the intestines. Her holes spasm and milk you but you keep grinding through it, forcing all your cum into her (you're truly empty) until you grow dizzy.
You fall backwards onto Gaeul’s soft embrace, cock sliding out of Yuna’s ass with a wet plok. Your vision turns hazy, but you can see the clear white waterfall cascading down her thighs.
Gaeul looks down at you with a gentle smile, caressing your flushed, sticky face.
“Done already? The night isn’t over yet though… You're going to need to last longer.”
She leans forward and kisses you again, sliding another pill into your mouth. Within minutes, you're hard as fuck again, balls overheating as they churn out fresh ammunition.
Time stops mattering. The red lights buzz like the ones in the Backrooms. The air grows thicker with the smell of oil, sweat, sex and fresh cum. Every time your cock starts to soften, one of them presses another small white pill past your lips. Gaeul’s elegant fingers, Asa’s colder ones, sometimes even from atop Karina’s soft breasts or Wonyoung’s mean little smirk. Within minutes the heat floods back through your veins like liquid fire, forcing you hard and aching again no matter how many times you’ve already emptied yourself.
They take turns. Then they stop taking turns.
You fold Wonyoung in half on her back, knees pinned beside her ears, and drive into her so deep the thick outline of your cock punches visible, moving dents through the soft skin of her lower belly with every thrust. She stares down at the bulge with ruined mascara and a broken, ecstatic smile, moaning,
“Harder—make it show through my stomach— ruin my fucking guts—I want to see your cock moving under my skin when you cum—”
You flood her until the bulge twitches with every pulse and white cream leaks out around the base.
Karina ends up face-down, ass high and already red from earlier spanks. You and Gaeul take turns stretching her ass open, sometimes squeezing two cocks into her shithole at once. By the third load, her ass stays gaped, turning into a dark, shiny, ruined tunnel that refuses to close. She reaches back with both hands, pulls her cheeks wide, and begs in a ruined voice, “Look at what you did to me… it’s ruined… it won’t close anymore… keep using your gaped little cumdump… pour more in…”
Jiheon is rolled onto her back and made to raise both arms above her head. You bury your face in one soft armpit while you fuck her, licking and sucking the smooth, faintly salty skin until it’s shiny with spit, then switching to the other side. She whimpers and laughs at the same time, “Daddy’s licking my pits while he uses my pussy… it feels so dirty… don’t stop… mark them… make both of them smell like your tongue…”
Yuna becomes everyone's favourite surface. After seeking Asa’s permission to break the “ass-only” rule, you lay her flat on the floor like a living cum table, using every part of her thoroughly. You fuck her throat until her eyes water, slide between her tits, bury yourself in her pussy, then her ass, and every time you come close, you aim across her stomach, her breasts, her face, her open tongue. Load after load lands on her until her entire body is coated in thick, drying streaks of white. She lies there obediently, tongue out, whispering, “More… cover me more… make me unrecognisable… I’m your cum table tonight…”
Between the heavier rounds the four of them arrange themselves around you in a formation that feels almost ritualistic.
Yuna lying between your legs, soft lips parted and waiting for your cock. Wonyoung kneels on your left, Karina on your right. Jiheon straddles your face, and kisses your cock, all while lowering her still-dripping pussy onto your mouth so all you can taste is her and the faint mix of earlier loads.
Four pairs of lips close around your length at the same time.
They move in perfect, cruel synchrony. Slow, wet, upward strokes of their lips from base to tip, then back down again. Tongues dragging, spit trailing in long glistening strings. Yuna sucks the head whenever they go up. Wonyoung and Karina work opposite sides of the shaft, lips sliding and kissing and occasionally meeting in the middle over your cock. Jiheon grinds her pussy slowly across your tongue, forcing you to eat her while the everyone edge you with nothing but their mouths.
They keep you there for what feels like eternity.
Every time your cock swells and your hips start to tremble, they slow to an agonising crawl or pull off completely, leaving you throbbing and shiny in the cool air while they whisper against the wet skin.
“Not yet, pretty boy…”
“We’re going to keep this cock on the edge until you can’t think…”
“Look how much you’re leaking just from our lips…”
“Daddy’s being so patient while we play with what’s ours…”
They spit on you in turn. They pass your cock from mouth to mouth like a shared toy. They kiss each other over the head so you feel two tongues at once. Whenever you get too close they stop entirely and simply breathe on the wet shaft, giggling softly, until the desperate throbbing fades, then they start the slow, synchronized sucking all over again.
Your mind unravels.
You lose track of how many times they bring you to the brink and deny you. Your cock is an angry, leaking red, so sensitive that even the softest drag of a tongue makes your stomach clench. Jiheon’s pussy keeps grinding across your mouth, feeding you her taste, while the four damned sets of lips below continue their relentless, perfectly timed torture.
Finally, after what must be hours, Asa’s voice cuts through the wet sounds.
“Let him cum.”
The four of them tighten their formation. Lips press closer. Tongues work faster. They stroke you in short, mean, synchronized pumps, mouths open and waiting, eyes looking at nothing but your slit.
The orgasm that rips through you is violent.
You burst with a broken shout, thick ropes of cum erupting and landing on their faces in heavy, messy streaks. It drops across Yuna’s forehead and open mouth, splatters over Wonyoung’s and Karina’s cheeks and noses from the sides, and streaks up across Jiheon’s chin and lips. They keep their mouths open and their tongues out, letting you paint them, covering their eyes, coating their lashes, filling their open mouths, dripping from their chins. All until the last weak pulses have been milked out by their still-moving lips.
Only then do they slowly pull back.
Four glistening, cum-streaked faces look up at you in the red light. Their eyes are half-closed under the white mess, tongues still out, expressions dazed and filthy and satisfied. They lean in together and begin licking each other clean, sharing your cum between them in slow, wet kisses while your cock continues to twitch in the open air.
Asa watches the entire thing satisfied. Gaeul stands beside her, already holding another small pill between two fingers.
The pinks have been used in every ravenous way possible.
It is time for the last round.
“I can't… anymore,” you whimper. Your body is flushed and sensitive, and even the gentlest of breeze make your mind reel.
“Don't worry,” Asa whispers. “We’ll be gentle.”
Gaeul brings a basin of warm water and soft cloths. Together the two of them clean you in silence. The cloths move slowly over your chest, your stomach, your thighs, your cock. They wash away layers of oil, spit, and drying cum until your skin feels new again. No pills this time. No rush.
You're reminded of your first session with them. Their gentleness. The way they cared for you. The way they worshipped you.
When you are clean, Asa tips a fresh bottle of warm, lightly scented oil into her palm. She and Gaeul work it into your body with long, unhurried strokes. Their hands glide over your shoulders, down your arms, across your chest, lower still. The oil turns your skin glossy under the red lights. Every muscle that had been wound tight for hours begins to loosen.
They undress fully for the first time all night, straddling each of your thighs together and lean in at the same time.
They kiss you slow.
Asa takes your mouth while Gaeul kisses the corner of your lips, then your jaw, then lower. Their tongues meet yours in turns, kissing you in unhurried, deep, wet smacks. Their perky, oil-slick breasts press against your chest, making you feel the soft grind of their bodies against yours. The heat of their pussies slides along your thighs, the gentle weight of them holding you down without force.
“Just breathe,” Gaeul whispers against your mouth between kisses. “You’ve done enough. Let us take care of you now.”
Asa doesn’t speak. She only deepens the kiss, one hand sliding into your hair to keep you exactly where she wants you while the other guides your cock between her thighs. She sinks down in one long, smooth motion, taking you inside her in a single unbroken glide.
So fucking tight. So fucking hot. She stays fully seated for a moment, forehead resting against yours, breathing with you.
Then she begins to move.
Slow, rolling grinds. Almost no space between your bodies. Her breasts slide against your oiled chest with every motion. Gaeul leans in from the side, kissing you deeply while Asa rides. Her own soft body pressing close so that you feel both of them at once.
They switch without breaking the mood.
Gaeul rises just enough for Asa to lift off, then settles onto you herself, taking you just as slowly, just as completely. Her pace is even gentler, deeper circles of her hips that keep you buried to the hilt. Asa moves behind her, arms wrapping around Gaeul’s waist, hands cupping her breasts, kissing the side of her neck while she helps guide the rhythm. Every few moments one of them leans down to claim your mouth again.
There is almost no talking.
Only soft sounds.
The wet glide of oiled skin, the quiet catch of breath, the low hum Gaeul makes when you throb inside her, the way Asa’s fingers tighten in your hair when she kisses you especially deeply. They keep you surrounded. One of them is always kissing you. Then two of them. Kiss your lips. Kissing your cock. One of them is always filled with you. Their bodies never stop moving against yours in slow, continuous contact.
When the end comes it is quiet and inevitable.
Gaeul feels it first. The way your cock swells and your breathing changes. She only sinks down fully and holds you there, rolling her hips in tiny, precise circles while Asa leans in and kisses you through it. You finish inside Gaeul with a low groan, pulsing deeply while both women stay pressed close, hands stroking your chest and face, mouths soft against your skin.
They stay like that for a long time afterward.
Gaeul keeps you inside her until the last aftershocks fade. Asa lies along your side, one leg draped over both of you, fingers tracing idle patterns through the oil on your stomach. The foreign and sensory overloading red lights feel like the familial pink one now. The room is quiet except for the sound of breathing.
Eventually Asa speaks.
“This is what you were supposed to come back for.”
Gaeul lifts her head just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth once more.
“Next time,” she murmurs, “don’t make us wait so long.”
The atmosphere in the Quebec arena was electric, a roaring sea of thousands of fans screaming the names of IVE. Under the blinding, searing heat of the stage lights, Yujin was in her element, but her mind was drifting.
Every time she dropped low during the choreography, the friction of her costume against her skin reminded her of the way Y/N used to grip her hips and drive himself into her. Her sweat sweat sticking to her skin, making her outfit cling to every curve, and as she caught her reflection in the monitors, she felt a sudden, sharp throb between her legs.
She missed him—the way he smelled, the way he commanded her body, and the sheer size of the cock that had spent the last few months claiming her, every spare minute.
As the final notes of the encore faded and the girls took their final bows, Yujin was practically vibrating. The adrenaline from the performance was mixing with a desperate, aching need.
"Great show, girls!" the staff shouted as they hurried off stage.
The members of IVE rushed backstage, a whirlwind of glitter, sequins, and heavy breathing. They were drenched in sweat, their makeup slightly smudged, their hearts still racing. As they entered the private green room, the door swung open to reveal a familiar figure leaning against the wall with a smirk that made Yujin’s knees instantly weak.
"Surprise" Y/N said, his voice a low rumble.
"Y/N!" Yujin shrieked, practically launching herself at him. She collided with him with such force that he had to stumble back a step to catch her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locked tight around his neck, kissing him with a hunger that was bordering on feral. She didn't care that the other members were right there; she just needed to feel him.
"Missed me that much, huh babe?" Y/N chuckled, his large hands sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks through her stage outfit.
Gaeul, Rei, Wonyoung, Liz, and Leeseo gathered around, their faces lighting up. They had all experienced Y/N’s generosity back at the dorms, and the mere sight of him brought back vivid memories of how he could make a woman scream.
"You actually made it!" Gaeul beamed, stepping forward to give him a hug. As she pressed against him, she let her chest linger a second too long against his chest, her eyes flickering down to the bulge already forming in his trousers.
"We were wondering when you'd show up" Rei added, her voice playful and bold. She leaned in, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear, "I've been thinking about that dick since the last time you visited."
Wonyoung and Gaeul looked at Yujin, noticing the way she was still clinging to him, her breathing heavy. "Do you want us to give you guys some privacy?" Wonyoung asked, though her tone suggested she didn't actually want to leave.
Yujin looked at her for a second, her eyes glazed with lust- a look of pure hunger. "No worries, Wonyoung-ah. I will just take care of Y/N quickly, you girls don't need to leave."
The other girls exchanged looks of excitement. The tension in the room shifted instantly. The air became thick with a sudden, heavy sexual charge. The members didn't move to leave; instead, they began to move with a casual, practiced comfort. They started stripping out of their sweat-soaked stage outfits right there in the center of the room.
Y/N watched, his pulse quickening as he watched the same five women he’d adored, now shedding their costumes. Wonyoung stepped out of her skirt, her long, slender pale legs emerging from the fabric. Gaeul peeled off her top, revealing a small, pert chest with pink nipples already hardening in the air-conditioned room. They weren't shy; they knew exactly what Y/N liked, and they knew how much he liked them.
Yujin didn't wait. She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, her hands trembling as she fumbled with Y/N's belt. "I can't wait, baby" she whimpered, her voice needy. She ripped his zipper down and freed his thick, throbbing cock, which sprang out, hard and pulsing.
"God, you're already so hard for me, jagiya" Yujin moaned, her eyes wide. She didn't hesitate, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum before sliding her mouth over him. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she worked him with a desperate intensity, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of devotion and lust.
Y/N groaned, his head tilting back as he felt the warmth of her mouth. He looked around the room, seeing the other girls watching. Wonyoung was leaning against a table, her hand sliding between her own thighs, rubbing herself through her lace panties. Gaeul was watching with a hungry expression, her breath hitching every time Yujin let out a low grunt.
Yujin eventually pulled off him with a loud pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She stood up, her face flushed, and pushed him back onto the plush velvet couch. She didn't even take off her own outfit entirely—she just hiked her skirt up and slid her panties aside.
She climbed atop him, guiding his cock to her entrance. With one slow, deliberate sink, she lowered herself down, a loud, guttural moan escaping her as she took all of him in one go.
"Fuck… you're so big every fucking time" she gasped, her back arching. She began to ride him with a frantic pace, her breasts bouncing wildly, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the room.
"Look at her" Liz whispered to Rei, her voice trembling. "She's taking it so easily."
"I want it" Rei whispered back, her hand sliding under her own skirt. "I want him inside me just as bad."
Y/N gripped Yujin’s hair tightly, his fingers winding into the strands to hold her head steady as she rode him. He looked straight into her eyes, watching the pupils dilate and the iris shimmer with pure, unadulterated lust.
Yujin was a mess of desire, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweat that made her skin shine under the room's lights. Her stage outfit, now partially disheveled and clinging to her damp curves, only added to the eroticism of the scene.
"Yes, just like that, Yujin-ah" Y/N growled, his voice deep and commanding. "Take it all. Show them how much you want this."
Yujin let out a loud, guttural moan, her back arching as she bounced harder and harder on his thick cock. Every downward slam was met with a wet, slapping sound as her pussy gripped him tight, sliding up and down the length of his shaft.
She was desperate, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her chest heaving. She wasn't just fucking him; she was fighting for her orgasm, her hips rotating in a frantic search for the perfect angle to hit her clit against his pelvic bone.
Around them, the atmosphere was electric. Rei and Leeseo were practically vibrating with arousal, their eyes locked on the point where Yujin’s soaking wet folds met Y/N’s pulsing cock.
"Look at her go!" Leeseo cheered, her voice high and excited. "She's taking it so deep! Go on, Yujin-unnie, ride him into the mattress!"
"She's so wet" Rei whispered, her own hand working furiously between her legs, her breathing heavy. "I can hear it… the way she's squelching on him. God, I want that too."
Yujin didn't hear them; she was lost in the sensation. She accelerated her pace, her moans turning into high-pitched screams of pleasure. She was bouncing violently now, her breasts swaying with every impact, her face flushed a deep crimson. Y/N held her gaze, refusing to let her look away, forcing her to feel every single inch of him filling her up.
"I'm… I'm close! Oh god, Y/N, I'm almost there!" she shrieked, her internal muscles beginning to spasm around him.
With one final, powerful thrust from Y/N and a desperate, crushing downward slam from Yujin, she hit her peak. Her eyes rolled back into her head, showing only the whites as a massive orgasm ripped through her body. She let out a long, piercing scream, her entire frame shuddering and unraveling. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in rhythmic, violent contractions, milking him as she collapsed forward, her sweaty chest slapping against his.
She stayed there for a long moment, panting heavily, her body still twitching from the aftershocks. The room was silent for a few seconds, save for the sound of their synchronized, heavy breathing.
Slowly, Yujin lifted herself up, her legs shaking. She slid off his cock with a loud, wet pop, a string of translucent juices connecting her pussy to the head of his dick. She leaned back, breathing hard, and began to clumsily fix her clothes, though she didn't bother to fully dress, leaving her legs exposed.
As she recovered, Rei and Liz stepped forward. They both looked at Y/N’s cock, which remained standing tall, hard as a rock and glistening with Yujin’s cream. It hadn't softened an inch; if anything, the sight of Yujin's climax had made it throb even harder.
"He's still so hard" Liz whispered, her eyes wide with hunger. "Yujin, please… can we have a turn? He hasn't cum yet."
Yujin looked at her boyfriend, a smug, satisfied smile on her lips. She reached out and patted Rei’s cheek. "Go ahead. He's all yours. He's got plenty left in him."
Rei didn't need to be told twice. She practically lunged forward, her movements frantic. She didn't even wait for Y/N to move; she hurried to the arm of the couch, bending herself over the leather upholstery. She pushed her ass up high, arching her back deeply to present her soaking wet, dripping pussy directly to him.
"Please, Y/N" Rei whimpered, glancing back over her shoulder with a look of pure desperation. "Take me. Take me roughly. I've been watching you fuck Yujin-unnie and I'm dying. Just rip into me!"
Y/N didn't hesitate. He stepped behind her, grabbing her hips with bruising force and lining himself up. With one powerful, singular drive, he slammed his cock deep into Rei’s tight channel.
"AHHH!" Rei screamed, her head snapping forward as she was impaled.
Y/N began to pound the life out of her. He wasn't gentle; he was driving into her with everything he had, his balls slapping against her backside with loud, rhythmic cracks. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room—clap, clap, clap—as he hammered away at her.
Leeseo stepped in, acting like a professional videographer. She held her phone steady, moving in close to capture the action. She filmed from the side, capturing the way Rei’s cheeks wobbled and reddened with every impact, then moved to the back to get a close-up of the cock disappearing and reappearing from Rei's drenched hole.
"Oh my god, look at that depth!" Leeseo narrated, her voice breathless. "He's hitting her cervix! Look at Rei-unnie's face! She's losing it!"
Rei was indeed losing it. Her moans were loud and uncontrolled, her fingers digging into the leather of the couch as she was jolted forward with every thrust. "Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder, Y/N! Break me!" she wailed, her voice echoing through the room.
The other members were cheering her on, their excitement peaking. "Give it to her!" Liz shouted, rubbing her own clit through her clothes. "Make her scream like the good japanese slut she is!"
As Y/N increased the speed, the friction became intense. Rei’s internal walls were gripping him like a vice, and the buildup was sudden and violent. Her breath hitched, her body stiffened, and suddenly, a torrent of fluid erupted from her. She squirted powerfully, the clear liquid spraying across Y/N’s dick and splashing all over the couch and the floor.
"I'm squirting! I'm squirting all over his cock!" Rei shrieked, her body convulsing as she flooded him, her orgasm so intense that she nearly collapsed.
Y/N pulled out of her with a wet slide, leaving Rei shaking and breathless, draped over the couch. He was still hard, his cock pulsing and coated in a mixture of Yujin's and Rei's fluids.
Now, it was Liz's turn.
Liz didn't wait for an invitation. She walked to the center of the couch and lay down on her back, spreading her legs wide. She looked up at Y/N with a soft, pleading expression, her hand sliding down to open her pussy, showing him how drenched she already was.
"My turn" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Come take care of me, baby."
Y/N approached her, dropping to his knees between her thighs. He leaned down, giving her a few deep, passionate kisses, their tongues dancing together as he felt her hips beginning to grind against his thigh. He broke the kiss, looking down at her open, pulsing heat.
He positioned himself and slid inside her with a slow, deliberate push. Liz let out a long, shaky moan, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
"Oh god, you're even bigger than i remembered" Liz whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut. "You fill me up so well… please, don't stop."
Y/N began to fuck her with a steady, rhythmic pace, focusing on the sensation of Liz's tight, warm walls squeezing him. The other girls gathered around, cheering and encouraging them. Leeseo, ever the dedicated filmmaker, moved in close, capturing the way Liz's stomach rippled with every deep thrust and the expression of pure bliss on her face.
"You're doing so good, Liz!" Yujin cheered, leaning against the couch. "Take it all for him!"
The room was filled with the sounds of wet friction, loud moans, and the constant encouragement of the group, as Y/N continued to drive himself into Liz, the tension building toward an inevitable, explosive conclusion.
Y/N’s cock was a pulsing pillar of heat inside Liz, the friction of her tight, drenched walls sending jolts of electricity straight to his brain. Liz was lost in the rhythm, her head tossing from side to side, her voice a constant stream of broken whimpers and high-pitched moans. But as the pressure in her lower belly reached a boiling point, a sudden spark of exhibitionism flared within her. She didn't just want to feel the pleasure; she wanted the other girls to see exactly how Y/N was destroying her.
With a sudden, desperate surge of energy, Liz gripped Y/N’s shoulders and used her strength to roll him onto his back. The movement was clumsy and frantic, fueled by lust. She scrambled up, mounting him once more, her pussy sliding off his head with a loud, wet schlick. She didn't stay down, though. Liz arched her back, lifting her ass high into the air until they were completely disconnected, her soaking wet folds glistening and open for everyone to see.
"Look at me, sluts!" Liz gasped, her eyes wide and glazed. "Look at how much I want him!"
She slammed herself back down, her entire weight driving Y/N’s cock deep into her womb. She began to bounce with a violent intensity, her breasts swaying wildly, her face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated greed. She was trying to take control, trying to ride him into the ground, but Y/N had other plans. He wasn't in the mood to be ridden; he wanted to dominate.
Leeseo, who had been circling them like a predator with her phone, saw the shift in power. She leaned in close, her voice a suggestive whisper that carried across the room. "Do that thing I taught you, Y/N. She’s getting too cocky. Show her who’s in charge. She’s gonna love it."
Y/N grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. As Liz rose for another bounce, Y/N waited for the exact moment she was at her peak. He reached up, his large hands clamping onto her waist like vices, and with a sudden, explosive burst of strength, he slammed her back down. He didn't just push her; he drove her onto his cock with such force that the couch groaned under the impact.
"AHHH!" Liz shrieked, the air leaving her lungs in a sharp gasp as he impaled her completely, hitting her cervix with a brutal thud.
Before she could recover, Y/N shifted his position. He snapped his knees up, creating a steep angle that forced her torso back. He slid his arms under her shoulders, locking her in place, and began to thrust upward with savage power. He wasn't just fucking her anymore; he was hammering into her, each upward drive sending her body jolting.
The intensity was too much for Liz’s muscles to handle. Her legs, which had been gripping him tight, suddenly went soft, turning into marshmallows. Because of the angle of his knees and the force of his thrusts, her legs slid outward, falling into a wide, effortless split. She was completely open, her pussy stretched wide around his thick shaft, presenting a vivid, raw view of their connection.
Wonyoung and Gaeul, who had been watching from the side, gasped in unison. They moved closer, their eyes locked on the sight of Liz’s incredible flexibility and the way Y/N’s cock disappeared and reappeared in her drenched heat.
"Oh my god, look at her!" Wonyoung whispered, her hand sliding between her own legs. "She's completely open. I can see everything."
"He's fucking the soul right out of her" Gaeul added, her voice thick with arousal.
Liz was powerless. She was no longer the one in control; she was a passenger in her own orgasm. Her head fell back, her mouth hanging open, as Y/N continued to punish her. Every thrust was a thunderclap of pleasure that shattered her consciousness.
Leeseo was in her element, directing the scene like a seasoned porn director. She moved with agility, switching from a tight close-up of the friction to a wide panorama that captured the entire chaotic scene.
"Now! Spank her!" Leeseo commanded, her voice sharp. "I want to hear it! Make it loud!"
Y/N didn't need to be told twice. He released one hand from Liz’s shoulder and brought it down in a massive, open-palmed strike across her reddened cheek. CRACK!
The sound echoed through the room, followed immediately by Liz’s loud, guttural moan. The sting of the slap only added fuel to the fire, sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing over her.
"Yes! Again!" Leeseo cheered. "Lick her neck! Bite her ear! Give me the passion, Y/N!"
Y/N leaned up, his tongue swirling against the sensitive skin of Liz's neck, tasting the salt and sweat. He nipped at her earlobe, his teeth sinking in just enough to make her whimper. He was a whirlwind of sensation—the brutal pounding below and the sensual torture above.
Liz was falling apart. She wasn't just having one orgasm; she was trapped in a cycle of continuous, rolling peaks. Her internal muscles were spasming violently, clamping down on Y/N’s cock in rhythmic waves. She was sobbing now, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation.
"I can't… I can't take any more! Oh god, Y/N! I'm breaking! I'm breaking!"
She was a mess of fluids and sweat, her body shaking uncontrollably as she clung to him for dear life. She was completely surrendered, her mind a blank slate of white noise and raw feeling.
While this was happening, the energy in the room had shifted into a full-blown orgy. Yujin had stepped out for a moment to freshen up, but the other girls weren't waiting. Gaeul and Wonyoung, driven to the brink by the sight of Liz's destruction, had collapsed onto the nearby couch.
Gaeul was on top of Wonyoung, their bodies entwined, grinding their clits together in a frantic search for release. They were kissing deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance, their moans blending with the sounds of Y/N and Liz.
Rei, who had been thoroughly ravished earlier, was slumped in a nearby chair. She was in a post-coital haze, her eyes half-closed, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. She looked almost asleep, her body limp and exhausted, though she still watched the scene with a glazed, hungry expression.
The door clicked open, and Yujin walked back into the room. She was dressed only in a lace bra and a pair of tiny shorts that left nothing to the imagination. She stopped in her tracks, taking in the scene: Gaeul and Wonyoung locked in a passionate embrace, Rei practically unconscious from pleasure, and Y/N still absolutely destroying Liz’s pussy.
Yujin didn't look shocked; she looked aroused. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face as she watched her boyfriend's cock plunge deep into Liz one last time.
Y/N felt the end coming. The pressure in his groin had become unbearable, his balls tight and heavy. He stopped the rhythmic pounding and shifted into short, shallow, incredibly fast thrusts, drilling into Liz's most sensitive spot.
"I'm… I'm coming!" Y/N roared, his voice deep and guttural.
He gave one final, monstrous thrust, burying himself as deep as humanly possible, and let out a loud groan as his orgasm detonated. He felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting from his cock, flooding Liz's womb in powerful pulses. Liz screamed, her body arching one last time as she felt the warmth of his seed filling her up, her own climax hitting simultaneously in a violent, shaking explosion.
Y/N stayed buried inside her for a few seconds, panting heavily, his heart hammering against his ribs. As he slowly slid out with a wet, suctioning sound, a thick mixture of cum and pussy juice leaked out of Liz, dripping down her thighs.
Leeseo didn't miss a beat. The moment Y/N’s cock was free, she dropped her phone and rushed over. She didn't care about the mess; she wanted the prize. She knelt between Liz’s legs and began to slurp the leaking cum from Liz's opening, her tongue darting in and out to collect every single drop of the thick, white fluid.
"God, it's so hot" Leeseo moaned, her face smeared with the cream.
She didn't keep it for herself. Leeseo crawled over to where Wonyoung and Gaeul were still entangled. Wonyoung was on her back, Gaeul hovering over her, their bodies slick with sweat. Leeseo leaned over Wonyoung and spat the collected seed directly onto her breasts, the white fluid contrasting sharply against her pale skin.
"Here, Wonyoung-unnie. A gift from Y/N" Leeseo giggled.
Wonyoung gasped, looking down at her tits, her eyes widening. Gaeul, seeing the cum, let out a low growl of desire. She didn't want to share. Gaeul began to lick the cum off Wonyoung's skin, her tongue swirling greedily, while simultaneously sliding her fingers deep into Wonyoung's soaking wet pussy.
"Mine" Gaeul whispered, her fingers working with a frantic, expert speed. "This is all mine."
Wonyoung let out a loud, piercing scream as Gaeul’s fingers hit her G-spot with precision. She arched her back, her breasts heaving, as she was driven toward another massive orgasm. The sight of Gaeul battling for Y/N's seed while finger-fucking her to the brink of insanity was the perfect finale to the chaos.
Yujin walked over to Y/N, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, tasting the salt and sex on his skin. She looked around at her members—all of them spent, drenched, and utterly satisfied.
"I think" Yujin whispered against his lips, "We're going to need a very long nap after this."
Jennie stumbled into the empty dressing room right after the shoot, still in that tight red lace dress that barely covered anything. The door clicked shut behind you.
She turned, eyes widening. “Wait— what are you doing? The photographer already left…”
You stepped closer. She backed up until her ass hit the counter.
“Hey… don’t. Not like this.” Her voice was already shaky. “At least put a condom on. Please.”
You ignored her, spinning her around and yanking the lace dress up over her hips. The thin fabric tore a little. Riiip.
“Ah—! No, wait, seriously… put one on first. I don’t want to—”
Your cock pressed against her bare entrance, already wet from nerves and the leftover heat of the shoot. You pushed in hard.
Schlick…
“Fuck—! It’s bare… it’s bare!” Jennie gasped, hands gripping the mirror. “Pull out… please put a condom on… ahh!”
You bottomed out and started thrusting deep. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room. Plap. Plap. Plap. Schlick-plap.
“Too deep… you’re too deep without anything!” she moaned, voice cracking. “It feels too good like this… shit… please, just put one on—”
You grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. The wet slap of skin got louder. Plap-plap-plap-plap.
“Ahhh! Fuck! You’re gonna cum inside… don’t… don’t cum inside me—”
Her legs were shaking. You kept pounding, the thick, wet sound of your bare cock stretching her getting messier by the second.
“I’m begging you… put a condom on… ahh— fuck, it feels so good bare…” she sobbed, forehead pressed to the mirror. “Don’t breed me… please…”
You didn’t stop. You slammed in deeper, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick mixing with her broken moans.
“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum if you keep going like this—”
Her walls clenched hard around you as she came, crying out. You kept fucking her through it, still bare, still ignoring every plea.
tags: Big Tits, Groping, Sexual Harassment, Variety Show, Public Humiliation, Bukkake
Jeon Somi, now 24 and riding high after her 2025 "Closer" comeback, is a guest on a popular late-night variety show called Midnight Dare. The concept is "Truth or Physical Challenge" with a mostly male cast of comedians and idols. She's wearing a thin, off-shoulder cream-colored top that's loose around the arms but clings scandalously tight across her famously massive tits — those heavy, perfectly round J-cup melons that have been the talk of forums for years. The fabric stretches so thin over her chest that every breath makes her fat nipples poke visibly against the material. No bra tonight; the stylists said it would "look more natural" for the casual vibe.
The cameras zoom in as she laughs at a joke, making those huge knockers jiggle hypnotically. The host, a sleazy veteran MC named PD Kim, grins wider than usual.
Round 1: Truth Host: "Somi-yah, netizens always talk about your... assets. On a scale of 1-10, how annoying is it when guys stare at your giant fucking tits instead of your face?"
Somi blushes but keeps her idol smile. "Um… maybe 7? I try not to think about it too much. Let's keep going!"
The audience laughs. One of the comedian guests, a stocky guy named Min-ho, "accidentally" brushes his arm across the side of her left boob while reaching for a card. The soft flesh gives way under his sleeve; he lingers a second too long.
Somi stiffens but forces a giggle. "Oppa, careful~"
Round 2: Physical Challenge The card reads: "Blindfold Guess — guess the object by touch only, using only your upper body."
They blindfold Somi. She's kneeling on a soft mat. Suddenly, something warm and firm presses directly between her massive cleavage. It's one of the male guests' hands — no, wait, it's his clothed thigh? No... it's definitely a bulging crotch grinding slowly between her fat, pillowy tits.
The host announces loudly: "The object is... a water bottle! Press it firmly to guess the shape!"
Somi feels the hard length throbbing against her sternum, the heat seeping through thin fabric. Her enormous breasts are squished together around it like a vice of warm flesh. She tries to stay professional, murmuring, "Umm... it's... long? And warm..."
The guy rocks subtly forward, basically dry-humping the deep valley of her cleavage while the cameras catch every jiggle. Somi's breath hitches; she places one hand lightly on his hip as if to steady herself — a tiny resistance, but she doesn't push away.
The blindfold comes off. Everyone cheers like it's innocent fun. Somi's cheeks are flushed, nipples now rock-hard and tenting the stretched top obscenely.
Somi shifts slightly on the mat, her massive J-cup tits still heaving from the earlier "water bottle" challenge. The thin cream top is basically painted on now—sweat and the friction from that prolonged grind have made the fabric semi-sheer across her heavy, overflowing boobs. Her fat, dark nipples are fully erect, poking out like thick eraser tips, impossible to ignore under the studio lights.
She lets out a soft, breathy laugh that's half-nervous, half-forced idol charm. "Guys... that's a bit too close, hehe..." Her voice is small, playful, but there's the tiniest edge—like she's reminding them (and herself) that this isn't completely okay. She places one delicate hand on Min-ho's thigh, not pushing hard, just a light press as if to create the illusion of boundary. But she doesn't stand up. She doesn't call cut. She stays kneeling, chest thrust forward, those enormous knockers wobbling with every shallow breath.
The audience erupts in "Awww~" and laughter. PD Kim claps dramatically. "Somi-yah is so professional! But the game must go on~ Next challenge!"
Round 3: "Body Hot Potato" The card: Pass a small vibrating toy using only body parts—no hands allowed. The toy is already buzzing loudly as it's handed off.
They pair Somi with another guest, a tall idol trainee named Ji-woon who's been eyeing her cleavage all episode. The toy starts on his chest; he has to "transfer" it to her by pressing his torso against hers.
Ji-woon leans in without hesitation. The buzzing device slips right into the deep, sweaty canyon between Somi's giant tits. The vibration travels straight through her sensitive flesh—her nipples throb in response, hardening even more against the stretched fabric. The toy nestles perfectly in her cleavage like it's made for it, buzzing right against her sternum while her massive boobs clamp around it involuntarily.
Somi gasps audibly this time, a real one that slips out before she can catch it. "Ah—! Oppa, it's... it's vibrating a lot..." Her cheeks burn crimson. She arches her back just a fraction—trying to dislodge it?—but it only wedges the toy deeper into her soft, pillowy tit-valley. Her hands hover uselessly at her sides; she knows the rules: no hands.
The camera zooms in mercilessly. Close-up shots catch every jiggle, every ripple across her huge breasts as the toy buzzes relentlessly. Min-ho, still nearby, "helps" by gently pushing from behind—his palms cupping the undersides of her heavy boobs, lifting and squeezing them together to "secure" the toy. His fingers sink into the overflowing flesh; he groans quietly, "Wow... so soft and heavy..."
Somi bites her glossy lower lip, eyes fluttering. "Yah... be gentle, please..." It's barely a whisper, more plea than protest. Her body trembles slightly, thighs pressing together under her skirt. She's trying so hard to stay composed—smiling weakly at the camera, laughing it off—but her breathing is ragged now, those fat tits rising and falling faster.
PD Kim narrates excitedly: "Somi's famous giant melons are saving the day! Look at how perfectly they hold it—truly an idol asset!"
The timer is still going. Ji-woon has to "retrieve" it now—by leaning down and basically motorboating the top of her cleavage to grab it with his mouth. His face disappears between her enormous boobs for several long seconds; the audience screams.
When he finally pulls back (toy in teeth), Somi's top is askew—one shoulder completely fallen, exposing half of one creamy, sweat-glistened breast almost to the areola. She quickly tugs it up with trembling fingers, but not before the cameras catch everything.
The applause is still echoing as the segment wraps. Somi stands up slowly, her legs a little shaky under the short skirt. Her cream top is hopelessly askew—one sleeve dangling off her shoulder, the deep V-neck pulled low enough that the upper curves of her massive J-cup tits are fully on display, creamy skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her fat nipples strain visibly against the damp fabric, thick and prominent like they're begging for attention.
She forces her brightest idol smile toward the cameras. "Ah... I'll just go fix my makeup really quick! Be right back, everyone~" Her voice is sweet, but it cracks just a tiny bit at the end.
PD Kim, the sleazy host with his perpetual greasy grin, immediately jumps up. "Of course, of course! I'll escort our star—safety first on live TV, right?" He winks at the audience, who whoop and cheer like it's part of the bit. The director doesn't stop him; in fact, a handheld camera quietly follows at a distance for "BTS footage."
Somi walks ahead down the dimly lit backstage hallway, heels clicking softly. She can feel the weight of her enormous boobs bouncing heavily with each step, the thin top doing nothing to contain them. Behind her, PD Kim catches up fast, his hand "casually" landing on the small of her back—then sliding lower to rest just above the curve of her ass.
"Ya, Somi-yah," he murmurs, voice low enough that only she (and the trailing camera mic) can hear. "You were amazing out there. Those giant fucking tits of yours really stole the show. The way they jiggled when Ji-woon buried his face in them... mmm. Netizens are gonna lose their minds."
Somi's steps falter for a second. She glances back with wide eyes, cheeks flaming. "PD-nim... please don't say things like that..." It's a weak protest, barely audible. Her hand comes up instinctively to tug the slipping shoulder of her top higher, but the motion only makes her heavy knockers squeeze together and lift, creating an even deeper, sweat-slicked cleavage that draws his gaze like a magnet.
He chuckles, stepping closer so his chest brushes the side of one massive boob. "Come on, don't be shy now. You've been such a good sport all night. Just a quick chat in the green room—private, no cameras... well, maybe one for the behind-the-scenes special." His fingers trail up her arm, then boldly cup the underside of her left tit through the fabric, giving it a slow, testing squeeze. The soft flesh overflows his palm instantly; he groans low in his throat. "Goddamn, they're even heavier than they look. So full and bouncy... no wonder everyone wants a piece."
Somi freezes, breath hitching. She could pull away. She could slap his hand or call for staff. Instead, she bites her glossy lip hard, eyes darting toward the distant camera light. "PD-nim... we're still... on air somewhere..." Her voice is small, trembling. But her body doesn't move. She lets his hand stay, kneading the fat, pliant globe slowly while her nipple pebbles harder against his thumb.
He guides her into a small side room—labeled "Makeup Touch-Up"—and shuts the door most of the way, leaving just a crack for plausible deniability. The handheld camera stays outside, peeking in subtly.
Inside, he backs her gently against the vanity mirror. "Just relax, princess. Let oppa help you 'fix' that top." His other hand joins the first, both now openly groping her massive tits—lifting, squeezing, thumbs circling her rock-hard nipples through the sheer material. The fabric stretches thin; one tug and her entire heavy breast could spill out.
Somi's hands come up to his wrists—not pushing away, just holding lightly. "This... this is too much..." she whispers, but her back arches just a fraction, pressing those enormous, overflowing melons firmer into his grasp. Her thighs press together; a soft, involuntary whimper escapes when he pinches a nipple roughly.
The mirror reflects it all: her flushed face, smudged eyeliner, parted lips, and those gigantic tits being manhandled like stress balls while she stands there, trembling, trying (and failing) to keep up the professional facade.
PD Kim's eyes darken with lust as he feels Somi's massive J-cup tits yielding under his rough squeezes. The thin cream fabric is already damp and clinging, but he's done playing gentle. "Fuck, these monster udders are killing me," he growls, hooking his fingers into the stretched neckline. With one swift yank, he pulls the top down completely—exposing both of her enormous, heavy breasts in all their glory. They spill out like overripe melons, bouncing free with a soft slap against her ribcage. Her fat, puffy areolas are wide and dark pink, capping those huge globes, and her thick nipples jut out swollen and erect, begging for abuse after all the teasing on set.
Somi's eyes go wide, a gasp escaping her plump lips. "PD-nim... no, wait... we can't..." Her protest is feeble, barely above a whisper, her hands fluttering up to cover herself—but they stop halfway, fingers trembling as they brush his arms instead. She knows the door's cracked, knows the camera might be catching shadows or sounds, but her body betrays her: those gigantic knockers heave with her quickened breaths, nipples hardening even more in the cool air of the room.
He doesn't wait for permission. Leaning down, he latches onto her left nipple like a starving man—sucking hard, tongue swirling roughly around the fat nub while his hand mauls the right one, pinching and twisting. The wet slurping sounds echo in the small space; he groans into her flesh, "Mmm, taste so fucking good... these big, juicy tits were made for this." Milk? No, but her skin is salty-sweet from sweat, and the way her heavy boob fills his mouth makes him grind his hips against her thigh.
Somi's head falls back against the mirror with a soft thud, her blonde hair a messy halo. "Ahh... oppa, please... someone might hear..." It's the weakest resistance—her voice breathy, almost moaning. One hand finally lands on his head, fingers threading lightly into his hair, not pulling away but holding him there as if to steady herself. Her thighs clench, a warm ache building between them; she's soaking through her panties now, the professional idol facade cracking under the relentless assault on her sensitive, overflowing melons. He switches sides, biting down gently on the other nipple, making her whimper louder—her free hand clutching the vanity edge for support as her massive tits jiggle with each suck and pull.
The "makeup fix" is long forgotten; mascara runs slightly from her watering eyes, lips parted in silent pleas that sound more like encouragement. But the show's clock is ticking—commercials won't last forever.
The wet, obscene sounds of PD Kim's mouth working Somi's fat, swollen nipples fill the small makeup room—slurping, sucking, the occasional low groan as he buries his face deeper between her massive, heaving J-cups. Her thick nipples are glistening with spit, red and puffy from the rough treatment, standing out starkly against the creamy expanse of her overflowing tits. Somi's breathing is ragged, one hand weakly tangled in his hair, the other gripping the vanity so hard her knuckles whiten. She's right on the edge of a whimper that might turn into something louder when—
Knock knock knock.
The door rattles. A young female staff member's voice calls through the crack: "PD-nim? Somi-ssi? We're back from commercial in 90 seconds! The director's asking for you both on set!"
PD Kim freezes mid-suck, lips still wrapped around her right nipple. He pulls off with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth to her glistening bud for a second before it snaps. Somi gasps sharply at the sudden loss, her exposed breasts bouncing heavily as she jerks upright.
"Shit," he mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He steps back, eyes raking over her ruined state—top yanked down around her waist, both enormous tits fully out, nipples erect and shiny, mascara slightly smudged, lips swollen from biting them to stay quiet.
Somi's hands fly up instinctively to cover herself, but they're trembling too much to be effective. Her face is flushed crimson, eyes glassy. "I—I need to fix this..." she whispers, voice hoarse.
PD Kim smirks, adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants. "No time, princess. Just pull it up and smile. We'll finish this conversation later—after the show. You owe me." He reaches out, gives one last possessive squeeze to her left boob, thumb flicking the sensitive nipple hard enough to make her yelp softly, then steps aside.
Somi frantically yanks the stretched cream top back up. The fabric is hopelessly distorted now—neckline lower than before, one sleeve still hanging off her shoulder, the material clinging transparently to her sweat-slicked skin. Her fat nipples poke through like beacons, and the deep cleavage is even more pronounced, the tops of her areolas peeking dangerously close to exposure with every breath. No time for a bra or proper adjustment. She smooths her blonde hair with shaking fingers, wipes at her smudged eyeliner, and forces a bright, shaky idol smile.
They hurry back to set together. The audience cheers as Somi reappears, but the camera operators zoom in immediately—catching the flushed cheeks, the disheveled hair, the way her gigantic tits jiggle unrestrained under the abused top.
Next Segment: "Couple Relay Game" The game pairs guests in mixed teams. Somi is teamed with Min-ho (the comedian who groped her earlier) for a relay that involves passing items using only body contact—no hands.
First item: a small rubber ball.
Min-ho grins wolfishly. "Ready, Somi-yah?"
They stand chest-to-chest. He presses forward, deliberately trapping the ball between his sternum and the deep valley of her massive cleavage. The thin top does nothing to hide how her heavy boobs mold around the ball, squishing it securely. He rocks his hips subtly, grinding the ball deeper into her tit-flesh while the cameras roll.
Somi bites her lip, trying to laugh it off. "O-oppa... careful..." But her protest is even weaker now—voice breathy, body still buzzing from the green room. She arches her back just enough to "help" pass the ball to the next teammate, making her enormous knockers bounce and jiggle obscenely for the audience.
The relay continues: next is a feather passed by blowing, but Min-ho "accidentally" exhales too hard, sending it fluttering right down her top into her cleavage. He reaches in with two fingers to "retrieve" it—brushing her sensitive, still-spit-slick nipples in the process.
Somi whimpers softly, thighs pressing together under her skirt. "That's... that's cheating..." she murmurs, but she doesn't pull away. Her smile stays plastered on, professional to the end, even as her body trembles.
PD Kim watches from the host desk, smirking. He leans into the mic: "Somi's assets are really carrying the team tonight! Those giant fucking melons are MVP material!"
The audience roars.
The relay game wraps with loud applause and laughter. Somi's team "wins" thanks to her... assets doing most of the work. She's still flushed, breathing unevenly, the abused cream top barely containing her massive J-cup tits—neckline sagging dangerously low, fat nipples tenting the damp fabric like thick bullets, cleavage glistening with fresh sweat under the hot studio lights. Every step makes those heavy knockers bounce and wobble unrestrained.
PD Kim stands up at the host desk, clapping dramatically. "Wah, what a performance! But we can't end the show like this—fans want more! For our special encore, we're doing a quick 'Spicy Lap Interview'! Somi-yah, you'll sit on our lucky guest's lap while answering fan-submitted questions. Keep it fun and honest~"
The audience erupts. Spotlights swirl. Min-ho (the same comedian who's been groping her all night) is "randomly" selected as the lap. He pats his thigh with a shit-eating grin. "Come here, Somi-yah~ Oppa will take good care of you."
Somi hesitates for half a second—eyes darting to the cameras, then to PD Kim's knowing smirk. She forces her idol aegyo smile, voice small but sweet. "Omo... okay, if it's for the fans..." She walks over slowly, hips swaying, enormous boobs jiggling hypnotically with each step.
She lowers herself onto Min-ho's lap sideways (princess style), her short skirt riding up dangerously high on her thighs. Her heavy ass settles right against his crotch; she can feel the hard bulge immediately pressing up into the soft flesh between her cheeks. Min-ho's arms snake around her waist "for support," but one hand slides up boldly to rest just under the swell of her right tit, thumb brushing the underside where the top meets skin.
PD Kim starts the questions, reading from fan comments on a tablet.
First question: "Somi unnie, what's the biggest thing guys notice about you first? 😏"
Somi laughs nervously, shifting slightly—which only grinds her plump ass harder against Min-ho's erection. His hand "accidentally" cups the side of her massive boob, fingers sinking into the overflowing flesh. "Um... probably my... my smile? Hehe..." She tries to play it cute, but her voice cracks when Min-ho gives a subtle squeeze, making her fat nipple poke even more prominently through the thin top.
The audience laughs. PD Kim: "Come on, be honest! Everyone knows it's those giant fucking melons of yours bouncing everywhere!"
Somi blushes deeper, biting her lip. "Yah... maybe... maybe my chest is noticeable too..." Min-ho's other hand joins the first, now openly palming both of her heavy tits from below—lifting them slightly like he's weighing them, thumbs circling her rock-hard nipples in slow, teasing strokes. The cameras zoom in tight on the way her enormous knockers overflow his hands, jiggling softly with every breath.
Second question: "If you could change one thing about your body, what would it be?"
Somi whimpers softly as Min-ho pinches a nipple through the fabric—subtle enough for "variety show fun," but hard enough to make her thighs clench. "I... I think I'm happy with everything... but maybe... they're a bit... heavy sometimes..." Her voice is breathy now, almost moaning. Min-ho rocks his hips upward gently, dry-humping her ass while "adjusting" her position. His bulge throbs hot against her; she can feel every inch pressing into her crack.
PD Kim grins wider. "Heavy? Those monster jugs look perfect to me! Fans, should we make her do a little bounce for proof?"
The crowd chants "Bounce! Bounce!"
Somi's eyes widen. "W-wait..." But Min-ho's grip tightens on her tits, and he gives her a small upward lift—making her drop back down onto his lap with a soft slap. Her massive boobs bounce wildly, nearly spilling out completely. She gasps, hands flying to steady them, but Min-ho just laughs and keeps groping, kneading her fat, pliant tit-flesh like dough.
The "interview" continues for a few more questions, each one filthier, each grope bolder—his hands roaming her thighs, brushing her inner legs, always returning to maul those gigantic, overflowing melons while she tries (and fails) to stay professional, answering with shaky laughs and tiny protests that dissolve into whimpers.
Finally, PD Kim wraps it. "Thank you, Somi-yah! And thank you to her amazing... assets for making tonight unforgettable!"
The show ends with cheers. Somi stands on wobbly legs, skirt hiked, top askew again, nipples throbbing visibly, face flushed and dazed.
The credits roll, lights dim slightly, but the energy doesn't fade. PD Kim claps Somi on the back (his hand lingering too low) as the cast and a handful of staff move to the adjacent lounge for the "after-party drinks" – a semi-official tradition for this late-night show. Somi, still in her ruined cream top and short skirt, is gently but firmly guided along. Her massive J-cup tits sway heavily with every step, nipples still visibly hard and poking through the damp, stretched fabric like they're screaming for more attention.
The lounge is dimly lit, low couches, bottles already open. Only about eight guys are there: PD Kim, Min-ho, Ji-woon (the tall trainee), two other comedians, a cameraman who "forgot" to leave, and a couple of production assistants who suddenly have VIP access. No other female staff. The door clicks shut.
PD Kim pours her a glass of soju with a wink. "You were incredible tonight, Somi-yah. The fans are going crazy online already. One last thing before we call it a night—some 'exclusive fan service photos' for the show's private Kakao channel. Nothing too wild… just a little thank-you pose."
Somi hesitates, glass trembling in her hand. Her cheeks are still flushed from the lap interview; she can still feel Min-ho's cum-pre-cum damp spot on the back of her skirt where he ground against her. "Photos…? I think… maybe I should go home soon…"
Min-ho laughs, already pulling out his phone. "Come on, just a few cute ones! You're our MVP tonight. Those giant fucking tits carried the whole episode."
They crowd around her on the biggest couch. Someone dims the lights further. PD Kim sits beside her, arm around her shoulders, hand immediately dropping to grope the side of one heavy boob again. "Relax, princess. Smile for the boys."
The first photos start innocent—Somi making heart fingers, pouting—but the poses escalate fast.
"Lean forward a bit—show off that deep cleavage!"
"Arch your back—make those monster melons pop!"
Hands start "helping" with the poses. Min-ho kneels in front, cupping both of her enormous tits from underneath and lifting them like an offering, squeezing until the thin top rides up and exposes the lower curves completely. Ji-woon stands behind, pressing his hardening cock against her back while "adjusting" her hair—his hands sliding down to palm her ass.
Somi's protests are whispers now. "Guys… this is… too much…" But her body doesn't fight. Her thighs are slick; every grope sends fresh heat through her. When someone tugs the top down again—fully this time—her gigantic, sweat-glistened J-cups spill free, bouncing heavily. Fat, dark-pink nipples stand thick and swollen from hours of teasing.
PD Kim groans. "Fuck… look at these perfect cow udders. Time for the real fan service."
Phones are out, but recording now, not just photos. They push her gently to her knees in the center of the room. She's surrounded—eight hard cocks freed from pants, stroking slowly as they circle her.
Somi looks up, mascara slightly ruined, lips parted. "Please… be gentle…" It's not a no.
They don't wait. Min-ho goes first—grabs the base of his thick shaft and slaps it against one of her heavy tits, leaving a wet streak across the creamy flesh. Then he aims at her face and unloads: thick ropes of cum splatter across her cheek, her open mouth, dripping down her chin onto her massive knockers.
Ji-woon is next—grunting as he jerks furiously and paints her other cheek and forehead, cum running into her blonde hair like obscene highlights.
The comedians take turns—one aims for her gaping mouth, making her cough and swallow involuntarily; another coats her fat nipples until they're glazed and shining.
PD Kim saves himself for last. He steps forward, grabs a fistful of her hair, tilts her head back so her face and tits are fully presented like a canvas. "Open wide, princess. This is what you get for being such a good girl all night."
He explodes—hot, heavy spurts landing in her mouth, across her nose, dripping in long strings from her chin down the deep valley between her overflowing, cum-drenched J-cups. The rest of the group finishes on her chest, turning those gigantic, pillowy tits into a sticky, white mess—cum pooling in her cleavage, sliding down her stomach, soaking into the waistband of her skirt.
Somi stays on her knees, trembling, breathing hard through cum-smeared lips. Her eyes are half-lidded, dazed. One hand weakly comes up to wipe her face, but it only smears the mess further across her flushed skin and ruined makeup. Her enormous breasts heave with each breath, glistening under layers of thick seed.
PD Kim crouches, lifts her chin with a finger. "Perfect ending to a perfect episode. Don't worry—these stay private… mostly."
They laugh. Someone tosses her a towel. The room slowly empties.
Somi is left alone on the floor for a minute—covered head to toe in their release, top around her waist, skirt hiked, blonde hair matted with cum, those famous monster tits absolutely drenched in bukkake.
She finally stands on shaky legs, pulls what remains of her top up (pointless now), and walks out into the night without a word.
Tags: oral sex, deepthroating, handjob, female domination, cum on tits
The sweat-soaked air of the Waterbomb Festival clings to everything like a second skin. Seoul's summer heat is brutal, amplified by the crowds screaming under water cannons and thumping bass. You're Jeon Somi's manager—hired six months ago for your "reliable" vibe, but really because you know how to handle the chaos of her skyrocketing solo career. She's the blonde bombshell idol, all legs and charisma, with a body that turns heads and breaks hearts. And those breasts—god, those massive, perfect tits that strain against every outfit she wears. You've stolen glances during fittings, fantasized during long drives. Today, though, the temptation boils over.
Backstage in her private dressing trailer, Somi's just finished her set. She's drenched—her tiny bikini top plastered to her skin, outlining every curve of her huge chest. Water drips from her long blonde hair, pooling on the floor as she laughs with the staff, high-fiving before they clear out. "I'll change quick—meet you at the van in 10!" she calls, her voice bubbly, innocent.
The door clicks shut. You're alone with her stuff—her bag open on the makeup table, clothes scattered. Your eyes lock on it: her spare bikini top, black and skimpy, with the bra padding she uses for extra lift. But underneath, peeking out, is her actual bra—white lace, still warm from her body heat. The scent hits you: her perfume mixed with sweat. Your cock twitches in your pants. You've thought about those tits a thousand times—how they'd feel, how they'd bounce. Fuck it. No one's around.
You snatch the bra, stuff it in your pocket, heart pounding. The trailer has a small bathroom in the back—perfect for a quick release. You slip in, lock the door, drop your pants. The lace is soft, still damp. You wrap it around your shaft, stroking slow at first, imagining Somi's topless—those big, heavy breasts free, nipples hard from the cold AC. "Fuck, Somi," you mutter, pumping faster, the fabric rubbing just right.
But then—keys jangle outside. The trailer door swings open. Somi's voice: "Forgot my phone—shit, where is it?"
Panic surges. You're mid-stroke, pants around your ankles. The bathroom's too obvious—she'll check. Your eyes dart to the narrow wardrobe closet in the corner—barely big enough for costumes, but you squeeze in, pulling the door shut just as she enters the main area. It's cramped, dark, but there's a slat in the door—tiny vents for air. You peer through, breathing shallow.
Somi's rummaging, muttering to herself. She's facing away at first—ass perky in her wet shorts—but then she turns, frustrated. "Where's my spare top? And my bra—did I leave it out?" She strips off the soaked bikini top without hesitation, tossing it aside. Holy fuck. There they are—her massive tits, fully exposed. They're even bigger than you imagined, round and full, swaying with every movement. Pale skin, pink nipples erect from the chill, no sag despite their size. She's so fit, so perfect—tiny waist making them look even more obscene.
She cups them absentmindedly, adjusting, then bends over to search her bag. They hang heavy, jiggling. Your cock throbs in your hand—you're still holding the bra, the lace now sticky with precum. She's topless, clueless, those huge breasts on full display as she hunts for the very thing you've stolen.
She's getting closer to the closet, frowning. "Maybe it's in here..."
You choose to stay silent, heart hammering like a drum in the cramped darkness of the wardrobe. The air is thick with the scent of her perfume—sweet vanilla mixed with the salty tang of festival sweat—and your cock throbs painfully in your grip, the stolen bra still wrapped around it like a forbidden trophy. You stroke slowly, deliberately, biting your lip to stifle any sound as Somi moves closer, her bare feet padding softly on the trailer floor.
Through the narrow slats, the view is torturous perfection. She's fully topless now, those massive tits swaying freely with every step—huge, round globes that defy gravity despite their size, pale skin glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights. Her nipples are stiff peaks, pink and puffy from the AC's chill, begging to be touched. She bends slightly to peer under the makeup table, and they jiggle—heavy, hypnotic—brushing against her arms as she searches. "Where the hell is my bikini top? I swear I left it right here..."
She's inches from the closet door now, frowning that adorable pout she does in interviews, blonde hair falling in wet strands over her shoulders. Her tiny waist flares into curvy hips, but it's her chest that owns the room—those big, natural breasts bouncing as she straightens up, cupping them absentmindedly with one hand like she's adjusting an invisible bra. A soft sigh escapes her lips, and she mutters, "Fuck it, maybe it's in the wardrobe."
Your breath catches. She reaches for the door handle—slowly, her fingers wrapping around it. The door creaks open just a crack, maybe two inches, as she peeks inside, rummaging with her free hand. The gap gives you an even closer view—her tits right there, inches from your face through the slats, nipples so close you could almost taste them. They heave with her breathing, soft and full, the undersides curving perfectly. She's oblivious, humming to herself, her scent overwhelming now.
You pump faster, silently—precum soaking the lace—eyes glued to the show. But the risk spikes: one wrong move, one heavy breath, and she'll spot you.
The door creaks wider—three inches, four—and Somi's frowning face peers in deeper, her blonde hair swinging like a curtain as she rifles through the hanging clothes with one hand. She's so close now, her scent enveloping you: that mix of coconut shampoo, festival sweat, and something uniquely her—sweet and intoxicating. Through the widening gap, her massive tits are right there, mere inches from the slats, heaving with each frustrated breath. They're flawless—huge, round orbs with zero sag, skin smooth as porcelain, those pink nipples puckered and pointing straight ahead like they're accusing you. She mutters under her breath, "Come on, where is it? I know I packed an extra..."
Your hand doesn't stop—can't stop. The lace of her bra rubs against your cock, slick with precum, and you stroke faster, silently, eyes devouring the view. Her breasts jiggle slightly as she shifts weight, one arm brushing against them, making them bounce. It's obscene—her topless, clueless, those heavy tits on full display while you hide like a pervert in the shadows. The risk makes it hotter; one glance down, one stray look through the vents, and it's over.
But she doesn't look. Not yet. She pushes a hanger aside—clink—and leans in further, her chest pressing against the doorframe. Her nipples graze the wood lightly, and she hisses softly, "Cold in here..." You bite your tongue to stifle a groan, pumping harder, the fabric now soaked.
Then—disaster. Your elbow brushes a shoebox on the shelf behind you—thud. It tumbles, hits the floor inside the closet with a muffled clatter.
Somi freezes. Her eyes snap to the door, widening. "What the—?"
She yanks it fully open in one swift pull, light flooding the space. There you are—pants down, cock out, her bra wrapped around it mid-stroke, face flushed and guilty as sin.
For a split second, she's stunned—mouth agape, those big blue eyes (contacts, you know from fittings) staring in shock. Her arms cross instinctively over her chest, but it's too late; you've seen everything, and she's still topless, her massive tits barely covered by her slim forearms, spilling over the sides like they refuse to be hidden.
Then the anger hits. Her face twists—pout turning to a scowl, cheeks flushing red. "What the FUCK are you doing?!" she snaps, voice sharp and pissed, though there's a tremor in it—shock, maybe fear. She steps back, but the trailer's small; she's cornered against the makeup table. "Is that my bra? You perverted asshole—give it back! What are you even doing in here?!"
Her tits rise and fall with her heavy breaths, nipples still hard, and despite the rage, she doesn't scream for help—yet. Maybe it's the surprise, or maybe... something else flickers in her eyes. Disgust? Curiosity?
Somi's eyes narrow into slits of pure fury as the closet door swings fully open, exposing you in all your pathetic glory—pants bunched at your ankles, cock still hard and throbbing, her lacy white bra tangled around it like some twisted trophy. The trailer’s AC hums in the background, but the air between you feels thick, electric, charged with her rage. Her massive tits—those huge, perfect globes you've been obsessing over—are still on full display, barely concealed by her crossed arms, spilling out the sides in soft, jiggling curves. Her pink nipples peek through the gaps in her forearms, hardened and defiant, rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
"You sick fuck!" she hisses, her voice a venomous whip, face flushing crimson from anger and embarrassment. She's tiny—5'9" but built like a goddess, all legs and curves—but right now, she looks ready to murder. "My manager? Jerking off with my bra in the closet? What the actual hell is wrong with you?!"
You stammer, trying to pull up your pants, but it's too late. Her blue-tinted contacts lock onto your exposed cock, and something shifts in her expression—disgust mixed with a flash of... power? Control? Before you can react, she lunges forward, her slender hand shooting out like a viper. She grabs your dick—hard, no hesitation—her fingers wrapping around the shaft in a vice grip that's equal parts painful and electrifying. The lace of her bra is still there, caught between her palm and your skin, adding a rough, teasing friction.
"Ah—Somi, wait—" you gasp, but she yanks—sharp and deliberate—pulling you forward by your cock like you're a dog on a leash. The sensation shoots through you: her nails digging in just enough to sting, her grip tight and unyielding, squeezing the base as she tugs you out of the closet. Your legs buckle, stumbling as she hauls you across the small trailer space, her massive breasts bouncing wildly with the movement—free and heavy, slapping against her chest with soft, audible thuds. She's stronger than she looks, fueled by adrenaline and pissed-off energy, her blonde hair whipping around her face like a storm.
"You perverted creep," she snarls, her voice low and dangerous, accented English laced with Korean curses under her breath. "Hiding like a rat, stealing my shit? Jerking off to me?" She twists her wrist slightly as she pulls, making your cock twitch in her hand—precum leaking onto her fingers, slicking her grip. It hurts, but god, it feels good—the warmth of her palm, the unexpected dominance in her touch. She's topless, furious, those huge tits heaving inches from your chest, nipples brushing your shirt as she manhandles you.
With a grunt, she shoves you backward—still gripping your dick like a handle—throwing you onto the small couch in the trailer. You land hard, the cushions sinking under your weight, your cock bobbing free as she finally releases her hold. The bra tumbles to the floor between you, stained and crumpled. Somi's standing over you now, chest rising and falling, her massive breasts on full, glorious display—round and full, skin glistening with leftover festival water and sweat, veins faintly visible under the pale surface. They're so big they cast shadows on her toned abs, nipples puffy and erect, begging for attention even in her anger.
She glares down at you, lips pursed in that signature Somi pout, but her eyes—god, her eyes—are dark, stormy, a mix of rage and something hotter, more primal. "Is this what you wanted, huh?" she spits, her voice dripping with sarcasm and fury. She doesn't wait for an answer—lunges forward again, straddling your lap in one fluid motion, her wet shorts grinding against your thighs. Her hand finds your cock immediately, wrapping around it once more—firmer this time, stroking from base to tip with rough, deliberate pumps.
"Fuck—Somi—" you groan, hips bucking involuntarily into her grip. She's relentless, her slender fingers—nails painted bubblegum pink—squeezing and twisting as she jerks you off, her pace fast and punishing. Precum slicks her palm, making obscene wet sounds with every stroke, the trailer filling with the lewd schlick-schlick of her hand on your skin. Her massive tits bounce right in front of your face—huge and heavy, inches away, swaying hypnotically with her movements. You can see every detail: the faint freckles on her cleavage, the way her nipples tighten further in the cool air, the soft jiggle as her arm works you.
"Yeah, that's it," she mocks, leaning in closer, her breath hot against your ear. Her blonde hair falls over one shoulder, tickling your neck. "You wanted to perv on my tits? Steal my bra like some desperate loser? Well, here—take it." She grabs your hand with her free one, forces it onto her breast—your palm engulfing the soft, warm flesh. It's overwhelming: so big it overflows your fingers, heavy and pliant, her nipple hard against your palm as you squeeze instinctively. She moans—sharp and unwilling—but doesn't pull away, her hand speeding up on your cock, thumb circling the head with vicious precision.
"God, you're so hard," she hisses, anger still lacing her words, but her hips grind down subtly, her wet shorts pressing against your thigh. "This is what gets you off? Hiding and watching me topless? My big tits bouncing while I search for the shit you stole?" She twists her wrist at the top of each stroke, making you throb, precum dripping over her knuckles. Her other breast sways free, brushing your cheek—soft, warm, the scent of her skin driving you insane.
You grope her harder, thumb flicking her nipple, and she gasps—a mix of fury and unwanted pleasure. "Asshole," she mutters, but her strokes get sloppier, faster, her massive chest heaving in your face. "Cum for me, then. Show me how much you wanted this, you freak."
The trailer rocks slightly with her movements, her tits jiggling wildly now—huge and perfect, nipples grazing your lips as she leans forward. You're lost in it: the feel of her hand pumping you relentlessly, the weight of her breast in your palm, the sight of her topless and enraged, dominating you with every furious stroke.
Somi's grip on your cock tightens just a fraction—enough to make you hiss through your teeth—as she strokes you with that punishing rhythm, her pink-manicured fingers sliding up and down your shaft in slick, relentless pumps. The trailer feels smaller, hotter, the AC doing nothing to cool the sweat beading on your skin or the fire building in your gut. She's straddling you on the couch, her wet festival shorts grinding subtly against your thigh with every shift of her hips, but it's her massive tits—those huge, heaving globes right in your face—that steal the show. They're bouncing with her arm's movements, soft and heavy, nipples grazing your lips every time she leans forward, teasing you without mercy.
"Oh no, you don't get to cum yet," she snarls, her voice a mix of anger and wicked amusement, slowing her strokes deliberately to long, torturous drags from base to tip. Her thumb circles the head of your cock, smearing the steady leak of precum over the sensitive skin, making it glisten under the trailer's lights. "You think you can just steal my bra, hide like a creep, and blow your load in two minutes? Pathetic. Look at you—rock hard, throbbing in my hand like a desperate puppy."
You groan, hips bucking up into her fist, your hand still groping one of her massive breasts—squeezing the soft, yielding flesh, feeling the weight of it overflow your palm. Her nipple hardens further under your thumb as you flick it, and she bites her lip, a flicker of unwanted pleasure crossing her pissed-off expression. "Somi—fuck, please—"
"Please what?" she mocks, her strokes speeding up just enough to edge you closer, then slowing again, her fingers twisting at the top with a cruel precision that makes your balls ache. Her huge tits jiggle inches from your mouth, the undersides brushing your chin—warm, smooth, the faint scent of her sweat and lotion driving you insane. "Please let you cum? After perving on me topless? Stealing my shit to jerk off with? No way. You're gonna suffer a little first, manager-oppa. Tell me—how long have you been fantasizing about these?" She arches her back slightly, pushing her chest forward, her massive breasts swaying hypnotically—round and full, veins subtly tracing the pale skin, nipples puffy and pink, begging to be sucked.
"God—months," you admit through gritted teeth, your free hand reaching for her other tit, cupping it roughly, feeling the heaviness as it fills your hand. She gasps—a sharp, breathy sound—but doesn't stop you, her hand pumping you faster now, the wet schlick of skin on skin filling the trailer.
"Months?" she laughs, low and taunting, leaning in so her nipples brush your lips again—teasing, pulling back just as you try to latch on. Her strokes turn feather-light now, barely grazing your cock, making you thrust up desperately into her loose grip. "That's fucking creepy. But I bet you've jerked off thinking about my big tits every night, huh? Imagining them bouncing while I ride you? Squeezing them like this?" She grabs your hand on her breast, forcing you to knead harder, her nipple rolling under your palm. Her own hips grind down harder on your thigh, her shorts damp—whether from the festival or arousal, you can't tell—but she hisses, "Feel how heavy they are? All natural, you perv. Bet you've never touched tits this perfect."
"Fuck—Somi, you're killing me," you pant, your cock twitching in her hand as she resumes full strokes—fast and tight, her fist flying up and down, thumb pressing into the underside vein with every pass. Precum drips steadily now, coating her knuckles, making her grip even slicker. Her massive breasts bounce wildly with the motion, slapping softly against each other, the sound obscene in the quiet trailer. "Let me—let me suck them, please—"
She smirks, anger still simmering but mixed with that dominant gleam in her eyes. "Suck them? You think you deserve that? After hiding in my closet like a weirdo, watching my tits jiggle while I searched? No—beg for it. Tell me how bad you want my huge tits in your mouth while I jerk this pathetic cock." She slows again, edging you cruelly, her fingers focusing on the head—swirling, squeezing—until you're whimpering, hips jerking uselessly. Her chest heaves in your face, those pink nipples so close you can feel their heat, her blonde hair falling over one eye as she watches you squirm.
"Please—Somi, I need it," you beg, voice breaking, your hands roaming her tits greedily—pinching her nipples lightly, making her moan despite herself. "Your tits are so fucking big, so perfect—I’ve dreamed about sucking them, biting them—please, just let me—"
"Not yet," she teases, her strokes turning rhythmic again—up, down, twist—building you higher but never letting you tip over. "You cum when I say, got it? Keep begging, perv. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you taste them."
The tension coils tighter, your balls drawing up, but she senses it—slows her hand to agonizing drags, laughing breathlessly as you groan in frustration. Her massive tits press against your chest now, soft and warm, nipples dragging over your shirt as she whispers, "Not yet... not until I break you."
Somi's teasing strokes come to a sudden halt, her hand lingering at the base of your cock—squeezing just enough to make you throb painfully, denying you that sweet release you've been chasing. Her massive tits press against your chest as she leans in closer, her breath hot and ragged against your neck, blonde hair tickling your skin like silk threads. She's still topless, those huge, heavy breasts heaving with her own building frustration—nipples grazing your shirt, leaving faint damp spots from her sweat. Her eyes—those piercing, contact-blue orbs—lock onto yours with a mix of fury and dark hunger, her pouty lips curling into a sneer.
"You think begging's gonna work?" she hisses, her voice low and venomous, accented English sharp as a blade. "Pathetic loser—stealing my bra, perving on my tits like some desperate fanboy. You don't deserve to cum yet. But fine, I'll give you something to cry about." Without warning, she slides down your body—her massive breasts dragging over your stomach, soft and warm, nipples tracing lines of fire across your skin—until she's kneeling between your legs on the trailer floor. Her hands grip your thighs, nails digging in like claws, spreading you wider as she eyes your cock—hard, veined, glistening with her spit and your precum.
"Look at this sad dick," she mocks, her tone dripping with insult, one hand wrapping around the base again for a quick, rough pump that makes you buck. "Twitching like it owns me. Newsflash, perv: you're nothing but a creepy manager who gets off on my big tits. Bet you've jerked to my fancams a hundred times, huh? Imagining these—" she shakes her chest deliberately, making her huge breasts bounce and slap together with soft, obscene sounds— "smothering your face while I ignore you." She leans in, her hot breath fanning over the head, teasing without touching, her blonde hair falling forward to brush your thighs.
Then—fast, no buildup—she dives down, her mouth engulfing your cock in one swift, aggressive motion. Her lips stretch around you—plump and glossy—taking you deep until the tip hits the back of her throat. She gags slightly but doesn't pull back, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard, fast, relentless. The suction is intense—wet and sloppy, her tongue swirling under the shaft, flicking the sensitive underside vein with every bob of her head. Spit dribbles from the corners of her mouth, running down your length, pooling at the base as she works you like she's punishing you.
"Fuck—Somi—" you groan, your hands instinctively grabbing her blonde hair, fingers tangling in the wet strands as her head moves rapidly—up and down, no mercy, the trailer filling with lewd, gagging slurps and her muffled insults.
She pops off just long enough to spit on your cock— a thick glob landing on the head before she strokes it in with her hand— then glares up at you, eyes watering from the effort but blazing with anger. "Shut up, you disgusting creep," she snaps, her voice hoarse, lips swollen and shiny with saliva. "This is what you wanted, right? My mouth on your worthless dick while I tell you how pathetic you are? Stealing my bra to sniff like a dog—god, you're such a loser. Bet you stare at my tits during meetings, huh? Wishing you could bury your face in them while I laugh at how small you make me feel." She dives back down, sucking faster now—her head bobbing furiously, throat tightening around you with each deep thrust, her massive breasts bouncing wildly against your thighs, nipples hard and rubbing against your skin.
The pace is brutal—her mouth a hot, wet vacuum, tongue lashing the head on every upstroke, her free hand cupping your balls, squeezing them rhythmically to heighten the torment. Spit flies everywhere—dripping onto her chin, her huge tits, the couch—as she gags herself on you, tears streaking her mascara but never slowing. "Mmmph—fucking perv," she mumbles around your cock, the vibrations sending shocks up your spine. "Cum in my mouth if you dare—I'll bite it off, you thief. But you love this, don't you? My big tits jiggling while I suck you like the slut you think I am."
Her insults pour out between slurps—harsh, degrading, her voice muffled but cutting: "Creepy asshole... bet you've fantasized about fucking these tits... too bad you're just a manager... swallow my spit, loser..." All while her mouth works you relentlessly, throat contracting, lips sealed tight, bringing you to the edge over and over without letting you tip.
Somi pulls off your cock with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head—her mascara-streaked eyes glaring up at you with that fiery mix of rage and twisted satisfaction. She's still kneeling between your legs, her massive tits heaving from the effort of sucking you like a woman possessed, spit dripping down her chin onto those huge, round globes, making them shine under the trailer's lights. Her blonde hair is a mess—strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, falling over one eye—and her nipples are rock-hard, pink and puffy, begging for more attention even as she insults you.
"You think my mouth's enough for a perv like you?" she sneers, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing lipstick and saliva across her cheek. Her voice is hoarse from gagging on you, but the anger burns hot. "Nah— you stole my bra because of these, didn't you? My big, fat tits. Bet you've dreamed about fucking them, huh? Wrapping them around your creepy dick while I tell you how worthless you are." She stands slowly, her long legs unfolding like a predator rising, and shoves you back harder against the couch cushions—her hands on your shoulders, nails digging in. Those massive breasts sway inches from your face, heavy and full, the undersides curving perfectly as gravity pulls them down.
She straddles your lap again—her wet shorts pressing against your thighs, the heat from her core radiating through the fabric—but this time, she grabs your cock with one hand, positioning it between her cleavage. "Look at them," she demands, cupping her huge tits with both hands—squeezing them together around your shaft, the soft, warm flesh engulfing you completely. They're so big—overflowing her fingers, pale skin flushing pink from the pressure—that your cock disappears into the valley, only the tip peeking out at the top. The sensation is overwhelming: velvety smooth, slick from her spit and your precum, her breasts molding around you like they were made for this.
"Fuck—Somi—" you groan, hips jerking up instinctively as she starts moving—sliding her tits up and down your length in slow, deliberate strokes. The friction is perfect—soft but tight, her skin gliding over you with wet, obscene squelches from the leftover saliva. Her massive globes bounce with each pump, slapping softly against your stomach, nipples dragging over your skin like teasing brushes. She's relentless, her arms pressing her breasts tighter together—squeezing you harder, making the pressure build as she titfucks you with furious energy.
"Yeah, that's right," she taunts, her voice breathy and mocking, leaning forward so her tits smother your lower abdomen, her blonde hair cascading over your chest like a curtain. "Fuck my tits, you thief. Feel how heavy they are? How they swallow your dick whole? This is what you wanted—hiding in my closet, staring at them jiggle while I was topless. Pathetic. You're such a boob-obsessed loser—bet you cum faster than a virgin." She speeds up, her strokes turning faster, rougher—her huge breasts bouncing wildly now, the sound of skin on skin filling the trailer, her nipples hardening further against the friction. Spit and precum slick the valley between them, making everything slippery, lewd, her cleavage glistening like it's oiled.
She spits down into the cleft— a thick glob landing right on your tip as it emerges— then smears it in with her next pump, moaning despite herself as the sensation hits her sensitive skin. "God, you're leaking all over me," she hisses, anger flaring again. "Messing up my perfect tits with your gross precum. But you love it, don't you? My big, bouncy boobs milking you dry while I hate every second." Her hips grind down on your thigh subconsciously, her shorts dampening further—arousal betraying her rage—as she titfucks you harder, her arms tiring but never stopping, those pink nipples circling your vision like hypnotic targets.
The build-up is torture—her massive tits enveloping you completely, squeezing and stroking, the warmth and softness driving you insane. "Beg for it, perv," she demands, slowing just enough to edge you, her breasts pausing at the base, trapping you in their heat. "Tell me how much you love fucking my tits—or I'll stop and leave you blue-balled."
You beg—voice ragged, desperate—as Somi's massive tits slide up and down your cock, her soft, slick cleavage squeezing you in that perfect, torturous rhythm. "Somi—please, fuck, go faster," you groan, your hands gripping her waist, fingers digging into her damp shorts as her huge breasts bounce harder, the spit-slicked skin glistening under the lights. "Your tits are so fucking perfect—big, round, so heavy and soft, like they're made to milk me dry. I've never seen anything like them—those pink nipples, all puffy and hard, begging to be sucked. Please, let me cum on them—cover your perfect tits with my load, mark them like the perv I am."
Her eyes flash—anger flickering to something hotter, her cheeks flushing deeper as your words hit. She bites her lip, a reluctant moan escaping, but she doesn't stop—instead, she presses her breasts tighter together, her strokes speeding up into a frenzy. "Shut up, you disgusting creep," she hisses, but her voice cracks with breathy arousal, her massive globes slapping against your stomach with each rapid pump. The friction builds—wet, hot, her spit and precum making everything slippery as your cock throbs between her tits, the tip emerging red and swollen at the top of each thrust. "Fine—cum on them, loser. Show me how much you worship my big, perfect tits. But you're gonna clean it up after, you thief."
The pressure snaps—you groan loud, hips bucking up as you explode, hot ropes of cum shooting up onto her chest, painting her massive breasts in sticky white streaks. It splatters across her cleavage, dripping down her nipples, pooling in the valley as she keeps stroking through your orgasm, milking every drop. She watches with a mix of disgust and triumph, her tits jiggling one last time before she releases you, cum glistening on her skin like a filthy crown.
Somi slows her frantic titfucking to a halt just as your orgasm fades, her massive breasts—now sticky and glistening with your cum, streaks of white dripping down her cleavage and over her pink nipples—releasing your spent cock with a soft, wet pop. The trailer air hangs heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, her blonde hair disheveled, falling in messy waves over her flushed face. She's still straddling your lap, her huge tits heaving with labored breaths, cum pooling in the valley between them and trickling down her toned stomach. For a moment, she just stares down at the mess you've made—her expression a storm of lingering anger, disgust, and something unreadable, like reluctant satisfaction.
She climbs off you slowly, her long legs unsteady as she stands, those massive globes jiggling with the movement—still on full display, unmarked except for your release drying on her skin. She grabs a nearby towel from the makeup table, wiping herself off roughly, her nipples hardening again under the friction as she mutters curses under her breath. "Fucking gross," she hisses, tossing the towel at your chest—it lands with a damp slap. Her blue contacts bore into you, sharp and unforgiving, as she pulls on a loose hoodie from her bag, zipping it up just enough to cover her chest, though the zipper strains against her curves.
"You're lucky I didn't call security," she snaps, her voice low and venomous, pouty lips curling in disdain. She steps back, creating distance, her wet shorts clinging to her thighs as she glares. "This never happened, got it? You keep your perverted ass in check from now on. No more stealing my shit, no more hiding like a creep. If this happens again—if I even catch you looking at my tits the wrong way—I'll make sure you're fired, blacklisted, and probably arrested. Understand?"
You nod weakly, still catching your breath on the couch, pants around your ankles, the stolen bra forgotten on the floor. She scoops it up, stuffs it in her bag, and heads for the door—pausing just long enough to shoot you one last warning look over her shoulder, her blonde hair flipping dramatically. "Clean yourself up. And stay the fuck away from me unless it's work." The door slams shut behind her, leaving you alone in the silence, the echo of her words hanging like a threat.
As Seoul’s police chief, you call your two secret lovers — officers Karina and Yujin — for their annual private session. What begins as a routine check-in quickly becomes an intense, loving threesome filled with their devotion, daddy kink, breeding talk, and passionate release.
I leaned back in my leather chair in the private office on the top floor of the headquarters. The door was locked, the blinds drawn. It was that time of year again — the annual “performance review” that only two officers knew about. I picked up the phone and made the call.
“Karina, Yujin. My office. Now.”
They arrived within minutes, still in their crisp police uniforms. Karina, with her sharp features and long dark hair, closed the door behind them. Yujin, bright-eyed and athletic, locked it with a soft click. At twenty-four and twenty-three respectively, both women were exceptional officers — dedicated, sharp, and completely devoted to me in ways no one else would ever know.
“Chief,” Karina said softly, already lowering her gaze in that way that always stirred something deep inside me. “We’re here for our session.”
“Good girls,” I replied, standing up. “You both know the rules. Uniforms off. Slowly.”
They obeyed without hesitation. The sight of them stripping out of their police jackets, shirts, and skirts until they stood in just their underwear made my cock strain against my pants. I sat on the edge of my desk and crooked a finger.
“Come here.”
They approached together, dropping to their knees in front of me. Their hands worked together to free my cock. The double blowjob started immediately — Karina taking the head into her warm mouth while Yujin licked along the shaft and sucked on my balls. Their tongues occasionally met, sharing sloppy kisses around my length.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” I groaned, one hand in Karina’s hair and the other in Yujin’s. They took turns sucking me deeper, cheeks hollowing as they worked to please me. Spit dripped down my shaft as they jerked me together, eyes looking up for approval.
“Daddy’s cock tastes so good,” Yujin whispered between licks. “We’ve been waiting for this all year.”
Karina hummed in agreement, taking me deep into her throat. They were so eager, so devoted. I fucked their faces gently at first, then a little rougher, enjoying the wet sounds and their soft gagging.
After a while I pulled them up and bent them over my desk side by side. I dropped to my knees behind them, spreading their legs. I ate Karina first, licking her wet pussy from behind while fingering Yujin. Then I switched, burying my face in Yujin’s folds while rubbing Karina’s clit. Both of them moaned and squirmed, pushing back against my tongue.
“Daddy… please,” Karina begged, voice trembling. “We need you inside us.”
I stood up, cock throbbing. I pushed into Karina first, thrusting deep in one smooth motion. She gasped, gripping the desk as I fucked her hard. Yujin watched, masturbating while she waited her turn, fingers circling her clit.
“Such good little slaves for your chief,” I growled, pounding into Karina. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Daddy,” Karina moaned. “Breed me. Fill your officer with cum.”
I switched to Yujin, sliding into her tight heat. She was soaking wet. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes while reaching around to rub her clit. Both women were trembling, moaning my name mixed with “Daddy” and desperate pleas.
We moved to the wide couch in the corner. I sat down and they climbed on me together. Karina straddled my cock, sinking down while Yujin straddled my face. I ate her pussy as Karina rode me, her breasts bouncing beautifully. They kissed each other above me, hands roaming, making the scene even hotter.
“Switch,” I commanded after a while.
They obeyed instantly. Yujin took my cock now, riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass while Karina sat on my face. I licked and sucked her until she squirted on my tongue, thighs shaking around my head.
The breeding talk grew heavier as they got closer.
“Please cum inside me, Daddy,” Yujin begged, bouncing faster. “I want your baby. Make me yours completely.”
Karina leaned down, kissing me messily. “Both of us, Chief. Breed your secret slaves.”
I couldn’t hold back much longer. I flipped them onto their backs on the couch, legs spread wide. I fucked Karina hard first, then Yujin, alternating between their dripping pussies. The room filled with the wet sounds of sex and their desperate moans.
When I was right on the edge, I pulled out and stood over them. They knelt together instantly, tongues out, faces pressed close.
“Cum on us, Daddy,” Karina begged. “Please.”
I stroked myself fast and exploded, thick ropes of cum painting their beautiful faces — landing on their cheeks, lips, and tongues. They licked each other clean, sharing my load in sloppy kisses before swallowing what they could.
We stayed tangled on the couch afterward, breathing heavily. I pulled them both into my arms, kissing their foreheads gently. The roughness melted into soft aftercare, just like always.
“You both did so well,” I murmured, stroking their hair. “My perfect officers. My secret girls.”
Karina nuzzled into my chest. “We only want to please you, Chief. Even when we’re out there doing our jobs, we think about these moments.”
Yujin nodded, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Being your little slaves makes us feel so loved. We’d do anything for you.”
We talked quietly for a long time. They told me about their days on patrol, the cases they were working, and how thinking about our secret arrangement kept them motivated. I shared how proud I was of them as officers and how much I cherished these private sessions. The love and devotion between us ran deep, even wrapped in the intensity of power and submission.
Later we went for another round on the couch. This time slower and more intimate. I ate them out again, making them squirt one after another before fucking them in different positions — missionary for Karina while Yujin rode my face, then switching. They begged so sweetly for my cum, and I gave it to them deep inside this time, filling each of them as they trembled through orgasms.
When it was finally over, I helped them clean up and get dressed. We shared one last deep kiss together before they slipped out of the office, uniforms back in place, looking like the professional officers everyone else saw.
Sitting back at my desk, I couldn’t stop smiling. Karina and Yujin were incredible women — strong, dedicated, and completely mine in the most secret way. These annual sessions, and the hidden moments in between, made everything worth it. I was the luckiest chief in Seoul to have them.
Jeon Somi is a woman of many things, but subtle is not one you would ever even attempt to associate with her.
She’ll look offended when she hears that. Of course she will, because she’s perfectly capable of being subtle—practically part of her job description to look so inconspicuous when she’s out and about being the celebrity that she is. Never know when she’ll get asked for photos or autographs or whatever else she needs to do if she bumps into a fan or ten.
And you’ll be laughing and smiling at the bullshit that oozes out of her. Remind her the multitude of times that you’ve had to cover up for her because she needed to ‘rub one out’ before a set or delay the shoot for another half hour because she couldn’t help but get her makeup ruined.
Totally not your fault, by the way.
And you could go on and on and on about it, go take a walk through memory lane with all your shenanigans with Somi across the entire world. Name a place and she’s probably gotten you involved in some obscene scheme somewhere in the area. Busan, Paris, New York—it’s like she’s collecting some goddamn postcards everytime she’s fucked in a country.
But what you’re looking at right now, with your own two eyes ultimately sums it all up.
Because, look: Somi is hot, and she knows it. Her tits are peaking out of that one piece, fabric bulging out at the swell of her breasts just to show everyone that yes, her tits are as big as the deep cut of her swimsuit, her entire goddamn back is out for fucking free which is an entire thing to marvel at on its own and her ass, shapely, superbly slappable as it is, is swallowing up what’s left.
And she doesn’t a fuck who sees. Even flaunts it to whoever's lucky enough to pass by the pool when she's laid out on the lounger like a veritable snack. Which, you know, if you’re being completely honest, more power to her.
It’s not like you’re complaining about it. You’re more just—
“–Saying that you’re really bad at the whole secretive, subtle thing.” A shrug of your shoulders, enjoying the sweet taste of coconut at every sip. “I mean, have you seen what you’re wearing?”
“Of course I have.” Her fingers tiptoe down her thighs, running them through the edges of the blue fabric and giving it a slight tug; that snap filling the air when it hits skin. “I think it makes my ass pop out a lot more.”
And you're inclined to agree, adding the fact that her thighs are accentuating everything else she's got, and she's a walking, talking thirst trap that you try and fail to handle, twenty four seven, seven days a week.
“And my tits too.” Oh, get the fuck out of here.
“You are really not selling your case well.” You’re shaking your head with a laugh when she starts to squeeze her own tits, pushing them up and nearly making them spill out the top.
“Babe, I'm telling you, I can be very quiet.” That smug little look on her face does nothing but convince you of the fact that she really can't. “And really sneaky too.”
Queue the eyebrow wags, that shit eating grin that always spell trouble with a capital T, and she's sitting up straight to look at you.
“If you want to–” Now she's egging you on, jutting her chest out at you as if you need any more encouragement to go along with this game of hers. “I can show you how good I am at both right now?”
She's crossing her legs, tilting her head just the way she knows would hook you in. Braided ponytail resting on one side of her chest, stray strands falling down her face—she has it down to a science when it comes to luring you in.
You're putting your drink down and raising your sunglasses up—Not because it was the polite thing to do when a pretty lady asks you a question.
It's to let her know you're staring right at her tits when you say, “And how, pray tell–” You tear away from her chest to look up at her grinning face. “Would you go about doing that?”
“Well, I heard the bathroom's pretty big,” she starts, playing around with her braid, staring past you for a moment. She stands up, taking a towel with her as she starts her walk.
“And I can be really quiet when I'm on my knees.”
Now that, you're sure, is another concept you'll never associate with her.
That's not to say she isn't trying to be quiet, your cock in her mouth and all, her gags echoing off the walls certainly don't help.
Especially when you're thrusting your hips and making an absolute mess out of her face; tears already starting to run down her cheeks, hand tight on that braid to tug away at your leisure, spit already drooling down in droves over her chin.
You can tell she loves every second of it, those eyes of hers looking up at you with that elated glint in them that you’d think she planned all of this (oh, you bet your ass she did). Hands behind her back, tilting her head back just right for you to slide in deep, groin to nose until she’s gasping for air.
She’s got you right where she wants you, and you have her right where you want her to be, because apparently all Jeon Somi needs to understand the word subtlety is your cock and a room to fuck her in.
And you’re never really given a chance to say no when it comes to her, considering the benefits that she can offer when you agree.
Especially when you hear her gag on your length, and she’s trying to keep some form of decorum fighting back the need to pull you out of her sweet lips to take a breath. She’ll power through it, take it all on the nose and give you a grin while you’re sliding your cock back into her throat.
A proper trooper, she is.
“And here I thought–” You’re almost tempted to pull out of her lips, give her the chance to answer you when you’re questioning how silent she really is when she’s slobbering all over your dick. So when she’s tugging the string holding her one piece up to expose her breasts, and you’re looking at them as if it’s your first time seeing a pair of tits as big as hers. “You can keep quiet.”
You reach down to palm one, feeling the weight of them in your hand; letting the soft pillows give under your fingers as you squeeze, the hard nub of hers rubbing against your palm. And she’s moaning all over your cock, these small vibrations adding to the already addictive sensation of her hot, wet mouth.
Somi makes a move to pull away, finally getting her hands on you to jerk you off. “I thought I was doing a good job,” she says, licking her lips off any spittle, taking it into her mouth before letting a glob fall down onto your tip. “I’m just making sure you’re all nice and wet before you fuck me–” Her lips pout, eyes taking a quick glance around the bathroom, stroking you lazily. “Anywhere, really. Take your pick.”
The choices aren’t much, even with how fancy of a bathroom this was. Every single one has its own appeal—watch her face contort in pleasure when you have her fucked against the bathroom counter, or her tits shoved in your face as she rides you in one of the stalls, maybe even have her chest pressed against the shower wall when you fuck her against it.
All these options presented before you, and you settle with the simplest one. No reason for it, really, except for maybe the fact that you really, desperately need to fuck a load into her, and every second wasted is one that’s not your cock inside of her.
“On your hands and knees for me, please?” The glee in her face as she sends you a devious grin, leaning in to give your head a quick kiss before doing what you’ve told. Stroking yourself as she bends over, the angle of her back arching looking so unspeakable fine that her ass sticks out all the more, and you’re muttering a little ‘fuck me’ under your breath watching it all happen in front of you.
“Like this?” Her head turns back, smirk on her lips, eyebrow raised, ass wagging left and right. You spot that little damp spot right where her pretty little cunt is, and you’re kneeling down behind her, thumbing the stain and running circles over it.
“Just like that, baby,” you murmur, snaking up to pull the swimsuit to the side, her pussy glistening and the thought of having a taste is tempting you so damn badly. Shame you’ll have to postpone it back in the hotel room, though the heat enveloping the tip of your cock as you inch your way inside her walls is doing wonders to you nonetheless. “God, so wet already?”
She’s completely in her element, the satisfaction in her sighs as you bottom out, sticking her ass out even as you’re balls deep in her already. “Been wet since we got here,” she admits, hand reaching back to pull the edges of her swimsuit even more, stretching the fabric over the valley of her ass. “And I’ve been–fuck, right there–been horny since we got down to the lobby.”
Your hand is sliding its way up her ass, following that defined line of her spine, enjoying the way she’s shivering under your touch, up until you reach the back of her neck, fingers reaching up to her braid and giving it a quick tug. She makes this surprised gasp when her head gets pulled back at every deep thrust, letting out a sultry giggle. “So rough today.”
“Can you blame me?” Your palm lands on her ass, that beautiful sound that resonates around the bathroom, fingers digging into the mark you left. “You’ve been teasing me with your ass all day.” Give her another slap on the ass, and you’re ramping up your pace with her.
This teasing hum slips out of her lips, and you just know if she could turn her head back at you she’d have that diabolical little shit eating smirk all over her face. “Don’t be scared, babe,” she purrs, all breathy and moaning and good Lord you’re not going to last long when she starts spouting shit like–“Everyone can look, but no one gets to fuck this ass but you.”
And, really, what else can you do but plow her harder?
Your grip around her hair tightens, cursing at how her cunt tightens up around you, tugging her up so her back is pressing up against your chest, and the view of her tits bouncing at each stroke you is immaculate. Your hands move to wrap around her, one to grope a breast, another to feel her abs flex as she takes you.
Your lips latch onto her neck, sucking and nipping at the wet skin, lapping up the sweat and thinking that you’re utterly fucking gone for this woman’s body—tits, ass, cunt and all. You bite down hard on the one spot that has her screaming, her hands gripping your wrists as you follow it with a suck.
Leaving her with that red mark, pumping her full of cock while you pinch a nipple, whispering filth in her ear; and she’s drinking it all up, grin on her face as you spout just what you’ll be doing to her once you get back to your room, giggling at the air being blown into her ear.
“Fuck, I’d let you do that in the elevator,” she replies after one of your fantasies—whichever one it was—gets spoken out, and you’re grunting out a chuckle. “Give the security guard watching the camera a good show and all–”
Somi’s as fucked in the head as you are, and that’s one of the reasons why you’ve stayed with her all these years.
Who wouldn’t, when it’s Somi you’re talking about?
You’re growling her name out, your hips erratic, chasing that high that’s coming closer and closer and closer that you’re not hearing her begs of wanting it too, pleading with you that she’s as close as you are, her pussy gripping snug, as if she’s already milking the cum out of you.
Yet you want her to come apart first, want to feel her convulse around your cock, wail in your ears, grip your wrists hard enough to bruise and fuck me it’s already happening, her juices coating your shaft, drops of it falling down on the tiles. She’s shaking all over, and you’re only adding more pleasure damage to her brain, fucking her over her orgasm that it’s getting her to tear up.
Fuck her till she’s cumming again, letting her go and getting her back down to the ground, pressing your entire weight against her until she’s all mush and putty in your hands. Somi’s still begging you curses and pleases, wanting more and more and please fucking cum you son of a bitch, I need it, the greedy girl that she is, her walls pulsing around you hot, dripping girlcum until you’re pulling out of her, cock throbbing and in need to—
“Shit–” You’re jerking cum all over her ass, staining white on flesh, blue fabric growing darker. Streaks shoot up to paint her back, and it is beautiful. Thick, white lines cover all over, heavy blobs of them landing on her ass that you can’t help but give one last smack, slapping your cock on her asscheeks when you’ve run dry.
You collapse next to her, leaving a kiss on her cheek as she gives you a satisfied smile, the both of you breathing deep, relaxing in the afterglow. Somi reaches out to cup your cheek, fingers running through your hair.
“Told you I can be quiet,” she says, and that gets you to laugh.
“Your screaming might’ve gotten hotel security running over here.” Now Somi’s joining in.
“Good thing I brought a towel. What would they think seeing your cum over my back?”
“That you got dicked down in the public bathroom.” A light slap on your cheek makes you smile.
“Well, duh.” She’s rolling her eyes. “But I prefer not to have to explain that.”
Somi’s getting up on shaky legs, and you’re right there with her, cleaning the cum off her back with the towel, heading back out to the pool like nothing happened.
Subtlety is still most definitely not one of her strong points, but she is definitely sneaky.
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The bass is a throb in the floor that travels up through the soles of your dress shoes and into your teeth. Strobe lights cut through the haze, illuminating glimpses of sweat-slick skin, gyrating bodies, and the glint of expensive liquor.
You lean against a pillar, the cheap fabric of your rented black suit already itching. Extra bouncer. A fancy term for a glorified coat rack with a pulse. Your job is to look big, nod at the real security, and occasionally point some coked-up finance bro toward the bathroom. It’s boring, it’s demeaning, but the cash is good and it gets you behind the velvet rope of Oblivion, a place where connections are the only currency that matters.
That’s why your brain short-circuits when you see her.
Shin Yuna. Of ITZY. Standing near a low-slung booth, looking almost lost amidst the decadence. She’s dressed down in a fire-engine red cropped shirt that shows a toned stomach, and low-rise skinny jeans.
The simplicity is a lie. On her tall, slender frame, those jeans are a fucking masterpiece, clinging to the dramatic swell of her hips and the round curve of her ass. It’s a casual outfit that screams “look at me”. And you are. Your mouth goes a little dry.
What the hell is a top-tier idol like her doing in a pit like this? Oblivion is for has-beens, low-tier actors, idols, and influencers desperate for a taste of real scandal. Not for a star shining as bright as Yuna.
Heat uncurls in your gut. Maybe she’s here for the same reason everyone else is. The unspoken rule of Oblivion: everyone is fair game. The pretense of celebrity melts away under the lights, replaced by a raw, transactional hunger. She knows what this place is. She has to. Unless she’s naive, or playing some stupid game.
You push off the pillar, smoothing your suit jacket. Your task is nothing. You have time. A smile, polite and fan-like, is plastered on your face as you approach.
“Excuse me, Miss? I’m sorry to bother you, but… are you Shin Yuna? From ITZY?”
She turns, those doe-like eyes widening slightly. A tinge of surprise, then a practiced, professional warmth. “Oh. Yes, that’s me.”
“Wow. I’m a huge fan,” you say, the lie smooth as silk. “I just had to say hello. It’s an honor to see you here.” You keep your distance, respectful.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, a shy gesture that makes your dick twitch. “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
“Are you enjoying the atmosphere?” you ask, gesturing vaguely at the writhing dance floor.
“It’s intense,” she says with a light laugh. “A little different.”
You’re about to lean in, to ask if she’d like a drink away from the noise, when a shadow falls over you. A presence, sharp and protective. Shin Ryujin slides next to Yuna, her arm a casual but definite barrier. Her gaze, when it lands on you, isn’t warm. It’s assessing, cold, and utterly dismissive.
“Everything okay here, Yuna?” Ryujin’s voice is lower and flatter than her group mate’s.
“Yes, unnie! This gentleman is a fan,” Yuna says, her voice sweet.
Ryujin doesn’t look at you like you’re a fan. She looks at you like you’re a stain on the carpet. “That’s nice. The staff usually don’t bother the guests, though.” A direct hit, delivered with a razor-thin smile.
Annoyance, hot and acidic, burns in your throat. You want to wipe that superior look off her face. You rough bitch. But you keep the mask. The good guy. The harmless fan.
“My apologies,” you say, taking a step back, hands raised in mock surrender. “Just paying my respects. I will leave you to your evening.” You offer Yuna one last smile. “Really nice to meet you.” You turn and walk back to your pillar, the pleasant smile dropping from your face the moment your back is to them.
Cockblocking cunt.
You watch them from your post. Yuna sips a cocktail, Ryujin a vigilant sentinel at her side, her eyes constantly scanning the room. The game is delayed, not over. You wait. You have nothing but time.
The opportunity comes maybe twenty minutes later. Ryujin says something to Yuna, then stands, smoothing her own skirt. She weaves through the crowd, heading toward the hall where the restrooms are. Finally.
You don’t pounce. Amateurs pounce. You just shift your stance, catching Yuna’s eye from across the room. You hold it for a second, then look away, a faint smile on your lips. You do it again a minute later. She’s alone, a little adrift. She notices.
And then, to your surprise, she’s the one walking toward you. A flutter of triumph in your chest.
“Excuse me?” Yuna says, holding out her phone. She smells like fresh roses and earthy. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I got this message from the club system? I just want to make sure I’m reading it right. My English isn’t perfect.”
You take the phone. The screen glows with a simple, stark text from Oblivion Management: Shin Yuna. Your queue is now active. Proceed to the VIP elevator for ascension to Floors 3-5. Welcome.
Fuck. VIP. Of course. She’s not just visiting; she’s been upgraded. Your chance, your little fantasy is evaporating. The VIP floors are another world, guarded by real professionals, not extras like you. The anger is sudden and violent, a white-hot spike behind your eyes. But you keep it buried.
“Congratulations,” you say, handing the phone back, your voice filled with genuine-sounding awe. “You’re a VIP now. That’s a big deal here.”
Her face lights up with a mix of confusion and excitement. “Really? Oh! I didn’t expect that.”
“It’s an honor,” you say, the words tasting like ash. You see an opening, a sliver of a chance. “It can be a maze up there. I’d be happy to guide you to the elevator, make sure you get to the right place.”
She nods, grateful. “Thank you, that would be—”
“What’s going on?”
Ryujin is back. She inserts herself between you and Yuna, her posture rigid. Her eyes dart from Yuna’s face to yours, suspicion etched into every feature.
“Unnie! I got a message. I’m a VIP now! He was just helping me understand it,” Yuna explains, showing Ryujin her phone.
Ryujin scans the message, then checks her own phone. Her brow furrows. “I didn’t get anything.”
“I can wait with you,” Yuna offers immediately, lacing her arm through Ryujin’s. “Until your queue comes up.”
“Don’t be silly,” Ryujin says, though her jaw is tight. “You should go. It’s fine. I’ll wait here.” She forces a smile for Yuna. “Go have fun. I’ll call if I need anything.”
You seize the moment, layering on a coat of false courtesy. “With your permission, Miss Ryujin,” you say, tilting your head, “I can make sure she finds the VIP elevator. Wouldn’t want her to get lost.”
You see the conflict in Ryujin’s eyes. She doesn’t trust you an inch, but causing a scene, denying Yuna her VIP access with a staff member offering help, would look bad.
She hesitates, then gives a short nod. “Fine. Straight to the elevator. No detours.” Her eyes drill into yours, a silent threat.
“Of course,” you say smoothly.
You lead Yuna through the pulsating crowd, your hand hovering near the dimple of her back without touching it. You point out the matte-black doors of the VIP elevator, manned by a guard in a far better suit than yours.
“Right through there,” you say.
Yuna turns, giving you that dazzling smile. “Thank you so much for your help. Really.”
You nod, your own smile feeling like a grimace. “My pleasure. Have a good time up there.”
She steps toward the elevator. The guard looks at you, then at his tablet. He holds up a hand, stopping you both. “Staff clearance is for the main floor and basement only. You can’t go up.”
Fucking hell. The frustration is a live wire in your veins. One obstacle after another. Your molars grind together so hard you hear the scrape. You force yourself to breathe.
Yuna looks back at you, gives an apologetic little shrug, and then the guard scans a code on her phone. The elevator doors sigh open, revealing a plush, mirrored interior. She steps inside, turns, and offers a final, small wave.
The doors slide shut, swallowing her whole. Your prey. Gone.
You stand there for a long moment, staring at your own distorted reflection in the polished black metal. The throbbing bass, the laughter, the scent of sweat and perfume—it all feels suddenly abrasive, mocking.
You exhale, a long, slow stream of air that does nothing to cool the furnace now burning in your chest. You turn on your heel and walk back to your useless post by the pillar, your hands curling into fists at your sides.
The night is long. The VIP elevator has just swallowed your opportunity. But down here, in the gutter of Oblivion, plans can change. Rules can bend. And frustration like yours doesn’t just fade away.
The walk back to your pillar is a slow burn of simmering rage. Your eyes scan the room, not for trouble, but for a new target. And they find her immediately.
Shin Ryujin.
She’s back at the booth. One leg crossed over the other, a picture of composed impatience. But you see the subtle tells. The manner in which her thighs press together tightly, a slow, unconscious squeeze as well as the way her fingers tap a restless rhythm on the table.
She’s waiting, and she’s not happy about it. A few people stop by—a bleary-eyed actor you recognize from a third-rate drama, a giggling influencer with too much filler.
Ryujin offers them tight, polite smiles, exchanges a few words, but her eyes keep drifting toward the hall where Yuna disappeared. She’s the guard dog left behind, and she’s getting anxious.
A new plan, clicks into place in your mind. Yuna or Ryujin. It doesn’t fucking matter. One is sweet nectar, the other is spiked liquor.
Your cock, hard and aching with frustrated intent, isn’t a picky eater. It just wants to be fed. And to feed it, you need to get past those walls. You need to get on her good side, even if it’s just for a moment.
You move to the nearest service bar, your extra-staff lanyard getting you a nod from the overworked bartender. “Something for a guest,” you say, your voice all business.
You order a mocktail, something fruity and innocent-looking in a tall glass. While the bartender’s back is turned, crushing ice, your hand dips into the inner pocket of your cheap suit.
A small, clear vial. Two drops of a colorless, odorless liquid—a little something you “acquired” for nights just like this. It’s not a knockout drug. It’s a loosener. A greaser for the wheels of inhibition. You stir it with a straw, watching it vanish into the vibrant red liquid.
Glass in hand, you approach her booth. She sees you coming and her posture stiffens, that familiar cold assessment returning to her eyes.
“Miss Ryujin,” you say, placing the drink on the table in front of her with a respectful nod. “A complimentary drink. Non-alcoholic. You look like you could use a refreshment while you wait.”
She doesn’t touch it. Just stares at you. “I didn’t order this.”
“I know. My apology,” you say, taking a half-step back, putting your hands in your pockets in a non-threatening gesture.
You let your voice soften, lacing it with contrition. “For earlier. I overstepped. I let my fanboy side get the better of me when I should have been professional. It won’t happen again. I truly mean no harm.” You meet her gaze, holding it with what you hope looks like sincere regret.
She studies you for a long, silent moment. The music thumps around you. Finally, she uncrosses her legs, but the wariness doesn’t leave her face. She doesn’t say a word.
Good enough. You’ve planted the seed. “I’ll leave you to it,” you say, giving another small, polite nod. “Please, let me know if you need anything at all.” You turn, beginning to walk away, counting the steps in your head.
One. Two. Three—
“Wait.”
You stop, turning back slowly, an eyebrow raised in polite inquiry.
She’s looking at the drink, then back at you. “What’s it like?” she asks, her voice is quieter now, less confrontational. “Up there. On the VIP floors. Is the performance really that grand?”
Jackpot.
Her words are an electric jolt of victory straight to your groin. She has no idea. Neither of them does. It’s almost laughable, the sheer, shocking naivety of it. They walked into the lion’s den thinking it was a petting zoo.
You let a carefully crafted look of mild surprise cross your face. “I thought everyone who came here knew what Oblivion was about.”
Ryujin shrugs, a defensive gesture. “A senior recommended it. Said it was a good place for a side gig during our free time. To network.”
The lie you weave is smooth, effortless. “Ah. I see. Well, the VIP floors are exclusive. The performances are fancy. But,” you lean in slightly, lowering your voice as if sharing a confidence, “getting the queue message doesn’t always mean you will perform. Sometimes, you’re just invited to watch. To be part of the audience. Yuna might just be a spectator up there as we speak.”
She digests this, her eyes searching your face for deceit. You hold steady, the picture of a little awkward but helpful staff member. She gives a slow nod. “So it’s nothing shady, then.”
The laugh you suppress is almost painful. “Of course not,” you say, your voice the very sound of reassurance. A big, fat, beautiful lie. “It’s all about prestige. An experience.” You offer her a warmer smile. “Your queue will probably come through soon. They usually stagger invitations.”
Ryujin lets out a long, slow exhale, the tension in her shoulders easing a fraction. The anxious guard dog is being soothed. Her eyes drop to the tall, red glass on the table. She reaches for it, her fingers wrapping around the stem.
“Thank you,” she says, her voice still guarded but lacking its earlier ice.
“My pleasure,” you reply. You watch, your heart hammering a violent rhythm against your ribs, as she brings the glass to her lips. She takes a sip. Then a longer, deeper drink, her throat working as she swallows. The fruity concoction must be to her taste, or her thirst is greater than her suspicion.
You don’t wait for her to finish. You’ve seen what you needed to see. The hook is baited and set.
“I should get back to my post,” you say quickly, giving her one last, professional smile. “Enjoy your drink, Miss Ryujin.”
You turn and walk away toward a shadowed alcove near the service corridor. From there, you have an unobstructed view of her booth. You lean against the wall, the cool plaster a contrast to the feverish heat under your skin.
She finishes the drink, setting the empty glass down with a soft clink. A few minutes pass. She checks her phone again, frowns, and sets it aside. She runs a hand through her dark hair, then rubs at her temple.
The first sign. A slight flush begins to creep up her neck, visible even in the strobe-lit gloom. She uncrosses and recrosses her legs, the movement less controlled now. She fans herself briefly with her hand.
The chemical is doing its work. Not dulling her, not putting her to sleep. It’s peeling away the layers of control, of caution. It’s making the room warmer, the lights more hypnotic, the wait more intolerable. It’s softening the edges of her sharp vigilance.
You wait. You let the drug and the environment work in tandem. She declines another drink from a passing waiter with a shake of her head, but her movements are looser.
She leans back in the booth, her gaze drifting across the dance floor, no longer laser-focused on the elevator. The protective hawk is becoming a drowsy dove.
The good guy act has served its purpose. The apology, the free drink, the reassuring lies—they were the keys to the cage. Now, the cage door is swinging open. Your new prey is sitting there, her defenses chemically compromised, alone in a sea of predators where you are the one who knows the terrain best.
You push off the wall, adjusting the front of your trousers where your erection strains the fabric.
The chemical fire works its way through her system beautifully. You watch from the shadows as Ryujin’s composed edges begin to melt. A sheen of sweat glistens on her collarbones, exposed by her off-shoulder white shirt. She fans herself again, then presses her palms to her flushed cheeks. Her breaths, from this distance, look deeper, less controlled.
When she stands up, it is a swaying, unsteady lurch. Her hand slaps down on the table to steady herself, her cocktail glass tipping over. She takes one wobbling step away from the booth, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
This is your cue.
You’re behind her in three silent strides. Your arms go around her torso, ostensibly to catch her, but you pull her back onto your chest.
Her firm ass directly grinds the thick, rigid line of your cock straining your trousers. You rut against her ass once, a deliberate motion disguised as catching her weight.
“Whoa there! Easy, Miss Ryujin. Are you alright?” Your voice is right by her ear, thick with false concern.
She stiffens, a jolt of awareness fighting through the chemical haze. She tries to push your arms away, but her strength is sapped. “I’m… I’m fine. Just dizzy. You can let go.” Her words are slurred, her breathing coming in heavier pants.
“You’re not fine. You’re about to fall. Let me take you to the staff rest area, it’s quiet there,” you say, your hands sliding down from her ribs to her hips, holding her firmly.
“No,” she insists, a weak tremor in her voice. “I said let go.” She tries to wrench herself sideways, but her legs are uncooperative rubber.
“Too bad,” you murmur, the pretense of helpfulness evaporating like smoke.
You shift your grip, one arm locking around her waist, the other hooking under her arm. She’s tall, but you’re bigger, and the drug has made her dead weight.
You half-drag, half-carry her away from the main floor, toward a dim, soundproofed corridor marked ‘PRIVATE’ with a small, red light above the archway. The real VIPs go up. The extracurricular activities happen down here.
She mumbles incoherent protests, her head lolling. To test her, to taste her resistance, your hand on her waist slips down, roughly palming her full ass through her skirt, squeezing hard to make her gasp.
At the same time, you duck your head and press your wet, open mouth to the hot skin of her neck, biting down on the tendon before lapping at it, then sucking her earlobe between your teeth.
“S-stop… get off… Eugh!” she shouts, but it’s a weak, breathy sound, lost in the muffled bass from the main room. Her struggle is pathetic, a feeble twitching against your iron-clad hold.
You reach an unmarked door, shove it open with your shoulder, and kick it shut behind you. The room is small, utilitarian: a large, padded platform masquerading as a bed, a shelf with towels, a table with sex stuff, and harsh overhead lighting.
With a contemptuous heave, you shove her onto the padded surface. She lands on her back with a soft whump, her skirt riding high up her thighs. For a moment, she just lies there, dazed, chest heaving.
You stand at the foot of the platform, your eyes raking over her supine form. You pull your cheap suit jacket off and let it drop to the floor, your tie follows. You yank your shirt over your head, kicking your shoes off simultaneously. Your bare chest expands with a deep, anticipatory breath.
Ryujin tries to push herself up on her elbows, her vision swimming. “What… what are you doing…?”
You climb onto the platform, kneeling between her splayed legs. You don’t touch her yet. You just loom over her, a dark shape blocking the single light from the ceiling.
“Don’t worry about me,” Your voice is a low, cruel rasp. “Worry about Yuna. She’s probably having so much fun upstairs by now.”
Ryujin’s bleary eyes sharpen with a fragment of clarity. “Yuna…?”
You unbuckle your belt, the click-clack of the leather unnaturally loud in the small room. “Yeah. Pretty, tall Yuna. You know how many dicks in this club have set their eyes on her?
She’s one of the most popular gooning topics around here. Everyone’s had a piece of her in their fantasies. And now she’s up there, in the VIP rooms, where fantasies become receipts.”
Her brain, fogged and slow, struggles to parse your words. “What… what the hell do you mean by that?” she slurs, confusion and dawning horror warring on her face.
You don’t answer with words. You answer with your hands. Both shoot out and grab the bare skin of her exposed thighs, just above her knees. Your grip pinning her limbs in place.
“NO!” The scream is raw and sudden, fueled by a last surge of adrenaline. She tries to spring up, her legs kicking out between your arms, her feet scrambling against the sheets.
It only excites you more. Shifting one hand from her thigh to her throat. You don’t squeeze to choke yet—you press down, pinning her upper body to the bed, using your weight to immobilize her.
“Stay. Down,” you grunt.
Your other hand releases her thigh and goes to the side zip of her skirt. You yank it down in one harsh rip.
Her free hands fly up, clawing weakly at your solid, bare chest and shoulders. Her nails scrape harmlessly over your skin, a kitten’s protest.
Her eyes, wide with terror and chemical confusion, stare up at you as you loom over her, her skirt now open, her vulnerability laid bare beneath the denim.
The fight is leaching out of her, replaced by a terrifying, drugged helplessness
Normally, on nights like this, you like to take your time. Savor the fear, the trembling, the slow unraveling of a victim’s will.
But the image of Yuna disappearing behind those elevator doors, the sight of Ryujin’s haughty face cracking under the haze—it’s pushed you past the point of patience. You are a wire pulled taut, and she is the only ground.
You make quick work of her safety shorts.
Your hand rips at the thin, black fabric stretched over her hips. The material, meant to protect her modesty from the world, is no match for your raw strength.
There’s a loud, satisfying rrriiippp as you tear the sides apart, yanking the ruined scrap down her thighs and discarding it somewhere on the floor.
She’s left in nothing but her open, unzipped skirt bunched around her waist, her underwear—a plain, white cotton pair—damp with a hint of betrayal.
“No… get off… ugh!” she whimpers, her voice cracking.
You don’t even bother to remove the underwear. You just hook a finger under the crotch and pull it aside, exposing her pussy to the dim light of the room.
It’s smooth and puffy, freshly shaved or waxed or whatever idols do for maintenance. There’s not a single hair covering the soft, swollen lips. And despite her terror, her body is betraying her.
The flesh is glistening, sticky, and wet, a thin sheen of natural lubrication spreading down her crack.
The drug courses through her veins loosening every muscle, every nerve, turning her fear into a heat that seeps out of her most intimate places.
Her arm flails, hitting your forearm with weak slaps as your other hand maintains the pressure on her throat. She’s heaving, her chest rising and falling in panicked bursts, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.
You loosen your grip on her throat to let her breathe, then slide your hand down. Two fingers find her slit. You rub them along her puffy lips, spreading the moisture, pressing to part them.
She jerks and thrashes beneath you, but her body is a rag doll. “Oh, look at that,” you say, a chuckle bubbling up from your chest. “You’re soaking already. You can tell me you don’t want this, but your cunt is singing a different song.”
You bring your slick fingers to your mouth. You suck them clean, tasting her sweet, drug-spiced nectar. “Fuck. That’s good.”
Her face contorts in a grimace of shame and horror. “N-No… don’t…” The words are barely a whisper.
“Relax,” you say, the command dripping with mock gentleness. “Or this might be painful.”
You fumble with your own trousers, yanking the waistband down, freeing your cock. It springs out, thick and hard, and engorged, the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum. She sees it, her eyes widening in sheer terror. She tries to close her thighs, but you’re between them.
Your free hand guides the tip to her entrance. You nudge the slick flesh with the blunt, swollen head, teasing her, pressing just slightly before pulling back. Her body goes rigid as a board. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. She shakes her head frantically, a mute plea.
“Shhh,” you coo. “It’s going to be okay.”
With a small push, your cockhead slips inside her pussy. Her body seizes. A strangled gasp escapes her as the thick crown stretches her entrance, forcing its way into her warm channel.
She is a virgin to this, at least to this kind of violation. Her pussy clenches around the intrusion, trying in vain to push it out. Tears finally spill from the corners of her eyes, rolling down her temples and into her hair.
She is fully aware now—the haze is not enough to dull the reality of the thick, foreign flesh invading her private body part. She is helpless. Raped. Her dignity shatters with every inch.
You release your cock, using that hand instead to grip her meaty inner thigh. You push it down on the mattress, spreading her wider, making her completely open and vulnerable.
Then you move your hips. A slow, grinding push. Your cock sinks deeper into her pussy, claiming territory her body has never surrendered. The tight, wet heat is intoxicating. A low groan drawn from deep in your chest escapes your mouth.
“Fuck,” you breathe. “I didn’t expect your pussy to be this good.” You laugh, a dirty sound that makes her grimace through the tears streaming down her face. “Look at you. Crying like a baby. But your body is loving every second of it.”
You pull back, then you snap your hips forward as the last remaining length of your cock spears into her pussy in one sudden deep thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin is loud.
She lets out a choked scream, her back arching off the bed, a pain so sharp and immediate it cuts through the drug’s fog.
Her nails dig into your forearms, not to push you away but just to hold onto something, anything, as the full length of you buries itself inside her, hilt-deep, pressing her cervix.
You pause for a moment, savoring the tight, raw feel of her convulsing. Her sobs are silent now, muffled by the hand you clamp over her mouth, the other hand pinning both of her wrists above her head. She is completely at your mercy, split open, filled to the brim, utterly consumed.
Your voice is a ragged whisper in her ear as you begin to move, slow at first, then with a building, merciless rhythm. “You’re going to take every last drop of my cum, and you’re going to hate yourself for how much you’ll enjoy it by the end.”
Your hips find a rhythm, a piston-like tempo that shakes the luxurious mattress. Each thrust is a reclaiming of every ounce of control she’s ever had. The room fills with the wet schlick-schlick of your cock driving into her soaked pussy, and the muffled, broken whimpers losing the battle against your palm.
“Mmnnngh—nngh, hngggh, s-stop—”
Her muffled pleas vibrate through your hand, through her skull, as her body jerks with every impact. Her eyes are rolled back, tears mixing with sweat, her makeup smearing into a tragic mess.
Her thighs tremble, spread wide and helpless, one pinned down by your hand, the other jerking weakly beside your hip. You pull your hand off her mouth to better enjoy her cries.
“Please, no, it hurts, oh god, it hurts, please, why are you doing this, please—” The words tumble out in a broken, shrill flood, each one punctuated by the crack of your balls meeting her ass.
“Because you’re a stuck-up bitch who thought she was too good for this club,” you snarl, your face hovering inches above hers. “You thought you could just sit there, looking down your nose at me, protecting your little princess Yuna? Look at you now. Look at what’s buried inside that cunt.”
Your hand cracks across her cheek. The slap is sharp, a bright red handprint blooming on her flushed skin. Her head snaps to the side, but your cock stays buried inside her, throbbing.
She sobs, a raw, ragged sound. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, please—I won’t—I won't tell anyone—please stop—”
You laugh, withdrawing your cock almost fully then slam home again, a single, devastating thrust that makes her entire body arch off the bed. “No, shit. Of course you won't. Just stay still, bitch.” You slap her other cheek for good measure, harder. Her head lolls, vision spinning.
Your thumb finds her clit, swollen and wet, and you press down on it as you continue fucking her. Her eyes go wide in shock, her mouth open in a scream that won’t come out. “No! Gahhh—No—! Stop touching me there! Oh shit— nnghh—”
Her words dissolve into a moan, involuntary and shameful. Her body betrays her, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around your shaft, coating you in another wave of creamy, drug-induced slickness. It leaks out around your cock, staining the sheets beneath her.
“Look at that,” you say, pulling out slightly to watch the milky cream gather at her entrance before ramming back in, making it foam. “Your useless cunt is weeping for me. Soaking my cock. And yet you’re lying there like a dead fish. A whore who can’t even admit she loves it.”
“I don’t—I hate it— aaahhhnngh—” She chokes on a strangled cry as you angle deeper, hitting a spot that makes her stiffen, her back arching so far it seems like a bow. Her hands ball into fists, her nails scoring the sheets, her knuckles white.
“Hate it? Hmm?” You slow down just for a second and pull her skirt up. You grip her chest through her off-shoulder shirt, roughly squeezing her small but firm tits, twisting her nipples through the fabric. She howls.
“You’re dripping, your cunt is strangling my cock, and you say you hate it? What will Yuna say when she finds out her unnie is a lying, moaning whore?”
At the mention of Yuna, Ryujin’s face contorts with a fresh wave of anguish.
A mournful sob escapes her. “Don’t—don’t mention her—please—she can’t know—she can’t— ohhh nnnghh—”
“She won’t know,” you hiss, your pace quickening again, reverting to the hammering. “She’s too busy being a pretty little doll for the VIPs. But you, poor Ryujin, they’ll find you here, pregnant with my cum, and I’ll tell everyone you begged for it.”
Her weeping intensifies, her body stiffening, a shudder running through her like an electric current. She tries to close her legs, but you wedge your knees between them, forcing them apart.
Your hand flies again, this time landing on her breast, a loud slap on the flesh that echoes in the small room. She whimpers, her mouth open, a string of drool running from the corner of her lips. Her eyes are unfocused, alternating between terror and a haze.
“It hurts… I’m so tight… you’re too big…” she gasps, her voice barely audible.
“That’s because you’re a tight little virgin,” you grunt, your strokes becoming shorter, faster, brutal. “A tight, pathetic little virgin who’s never been properly stuffed. Aren’t you grateful? I’m giving you this experience for free. My cock is worth more than your entire group’s revenue.”
Her hands weakly push at your chest, sliding off sweat-slick skin. “Please… slow down… I can’t… I can’t take it… mmmyyaaahhh!” A sharp moan escapes as you hit her deepest part again.
Her pussy clenches in a convulsive, convulsing spasm; not pleasure, but overwhelming stimulation burning through her nerve endings.
You feel your own building release, a tightening in your balls, a shuddering in your spine. You don’t slow down. You chase it, your hips a blur, your balls slapping her ass with wet thwacks. The room is filled with the sounds of your grunts, her broken sobs, the squelching of your pistoning cock.
“You feel that, slut?” you growl, leaning down to bite her neck, hard to bruise. “I’m about to cum. And I’m going to cum right inside your worthless cunt. I’m going to fill you up with my cum. You’ll be carrying my bastard, knowing every time you look in the mirror that you were too weak to stop me.”
She thrashes, a last, desperate attempt. “No! Not inside! Pull out! Please, God, no! I’m not on—I’m not safe! Please! AAAAHHH!” Her scream is piercing, her body going rigid, stiff as a board.
Her inner walls clamp down, not with pleasure, but with pure panic, a vice-like resistance that only makes your own climax more violent.
Your hand snaps out, gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at you. “Look at me,” you snarl through gritted teeth. “Look at the man who owns you.”
Her tear-streaked face, contorted in agony, stares up at you with droopy, broken eyes. And you feel it. The surge, the peak, the explosion.
A groan rips from your throat as you slam deep one final time, your cock twitching violently as you pump load after thick load of hot, sticky cum deep into her womb.
She feels a hot, foreign flood spreading inside her, filling her to overflowing. Her body convulses, her legs shaking, her toes curling, a pathetic, strangled wail escaping her lips as she sobs through her own helpless climax of fear and overstimulation.
You stay there, buried to the hilt, panting, savoring the feeling of her spasming around your cock. Her body is limp, broken, a heaving wreck on the mattress. Cum drips out around your shaft, a viscous, creamy mixture staining the sheets.
You pull out slowly, letting the cum ooze out of her gaping, used pussy. “Don’t think this is over, Shin Ryujin. We have all night.”
You pull out of her pussy with a wet squish, your cock glistening with a mixture of her juices and your cum.
Ryujin lies there, a crumpled, trembling heap on the mattress. Her chest heaves with hitching breaths, her eyes half-lidded, staring at nothing. Her legs are splayed wide, cum slowly oozing out of her swollen, reddened pussy.
You step off the bed, your bare feet hitting the cold floor. Your own breathing is heavy, a sheen of sweat cooling on your skin. You rummage through the pile of discarded clothes, your fingers closing around the familiar weight of your phone. You pull it out, the screen lighting up with a soft glow.
You unlock the phone, swipe to the camera app, and flip it to video mode. You hold it up, framing the scene before you.
Ryujin's splayed and shuddering frame fills the screen. Her off-shoulder shirt is bunched around her neck, revealing her small, perky tits with their hardened, abused nipples.
Her skirt is a wrinkled mess around her waist. Her thighs are smeared with a mixture of sweat, her own creamy fluids, and your cum.
Her pussy is a wreck; swollen and gaping slightly, a thick rivulet of white cream trickling down her tiny asshole.
Her face is a degradation, tear tracks cutting through smeared makeup, hair plastered to her forehead, lips swollen from biting back screams, her eyes are glazed, barely blinking.
You zoom in, capturing the details. The slap marks on her cheeks, the bite bruise on her neck, the convulsive twitching of her inner thighs. She's not moving, just lying there.
"Look at that. Shin Ryujin. One of the most famous idols in Korea. And now? Now she's just a used, cumbucket piece of meat."
She flinches at your words. Her hand twitches, trying to move, but it falls back. She doesn't have the strength to cover herself, to hide.
You pan the camera down, lingering on her quivering thighs, her messy cunt. You squat down, getting a close-up of the cum leaking out of her, mixing with her own slick. "This is what happens when you play guard dog for the wrong people. You should have minded your own business."
You reach out with your free hand, two fingers pressing her pussy hole, pushing them inside just enough to scoop up a generous glob of your mixed cum. You bring it to her lips, smearing it across her mouth.
"Taste yourself," you order. "Taste what happens to good girls who wander into bad places."
Her lips quiver, but she doesn't have the strength to turn her head away. The cum smears over her lips, some trickling into her mouth. She gags, a dry, retching sound.
You stand up, holding the phone steady, capturing her pathetic state. You will need this insurance - insurance that she won't talk, won't report. Insurance that the proud Shin Ryujin will be forever chained to this moment.
You drop the phone onto the bed beside her and climb back onto the mattress. Your cock, still slick and half-hard, hangs heavy between your legs.
You fist your hand in her tangled, sweat-soaked hair, and yank her upper body upward into a rough, sitting position. Her head lolls, her neck barely able to support itself, her eyes glassy.
"Wake up, slut," you sneer, giving her hair another tug that makes her whimper. "You're not done yet. You're going to clean me up. I need to get back to work."
She blinks, trying to process your words through the fog of violation and drugs. Her mouth opens, a weak protest forming, but you don't give her the chance. You guide your semi-erect cock to her lips, pressing the cum-coated head against her mouth.
"Open," you command, your voice cold. "Suck. Make it clean. Every last drop."
She hesitates, her eyes welling up with more tears. But the threat in your gaze is apparent. Her lips part, trembling, and you push forward.
The head slips past her lips, and her warm, wet mouth envelopes your shaft. Her hands come up weakly, clutching your thighs for support, her nails digging into your skin as she tries not to gag.
"Good girl," you murmur, your hips beginning to move in slow, shallow thrusts. "Use that tongue. You're an idol, right? You must know how to please. Show me."
She gags a wet sound, but you don't stop. You fuck her mouth, savoring the sensation of her soft lips wrapped around your shaft, her tongue clumsily attempting to clean the taste of her own shame from your skin.
Your cock is hardening again, the heat of her mouth and the sight of her tear-streaked face beneath you working its magic.
And while she works, you reach for your phone and hold it up, the camera clicking rapidly, snapping picture after picture. Ryujin, on her knees, her lips stretched around your cock, her hands clutching your thighs, her eyes red and vacant. Perfect blackmail material.
"It's hard not to get a second wind with a mouth this pretty," you say, "But I've got two hours left on my shift. Damn shame."
You pull back, your cock slipping from her lips. She slumps sideways, falling back onto the bed, gasping for air, drool stringing from her mouth.
You turn away, reaching for the small drawer beside the bed. It slides open with a soft hiss, revealing a handful of small, white pills. You scoop them up and turn back to her.
"Time for a little nap, Ryujin," you say, your voice almost casual. "You've got a long night ahead."
You climb on top of her again, straddling her chest, one hand gripping her jaw, forcing her mouth open. She struggles weakly, her hands batting at your arms, but she's too far gone to put up any real fight. You shove the pills past her lips, pressing them to the back of her throat.
"Swallow," you order. She chokes, her eyes wide with panic, but you hold her jaw shut, rubbing her throat until she has no choice but to obey. The pills go down dry, scraping against her esophagus, making her gag again.
You slap her face one final time, a stinging blow that makes her head snap to the side. Her eyes flutter, the drugs already taking hold. Her limbs grow heavier, her breathing shallower. Within moments, her eyes roll back, and she goes limp, unconscious.
You climb off the bed, pulling on your trousers, your shirt, your tie. You dress quickly, efficiently, adjusting your collar in the dim light.
You glance back at her, a broken, motionless figure on the mattress. Cum still stains her thighs, her face is a mess, and she's completely out cold.
You grab your phone, pocketing it after a final glance at the incriminating photos. You know she won't be going anywhere anytime soon. And when she wakes up, she will learn harder what happens to pretty idols who wander into the wrong den.
Imagine this hong kong actress letting u fuck her if you buy her drinks. All that love juice drippin down that tight pussy of hers. Simply amazing. As you ram your big hard cock into that hong kong pussy, she climaxes and squirts as you plant your seed into her, making her yours only.
With lips like that who needs brain. She can just suck men everyday for the mandatory protein shake. Need exercise? Just open up your legs and bam, free cardio and core body. Need some cash? Just put up a sign in the park toilet, “fuckdoll a creampie for 10$”.
Emma being on a boat with nowhere to go is the biggest rape bait ever. Once you’re done, just tie her up to the fishing pole and do a quick dip in the ocean. Bet the fishes are looking forward to clean her pussy from your cum.
Ellen never disappoints. Her figure are made to be a sexdoll and I will treat her like one. Making sure all 7 holes are filled like its my holy mission, i’m not gonna stop until I’m satisfied with my work in her.
I came for the other girls. But I wouldn’t mind putting some baby batter in you first. How about you just turn around right there and I just put in my shaft deep in you. Yeah you’d like that don’t you Debbie. Don’t worry, once Imm in, you won’t need anyone else on this trip. Just surrender yourself to me.
