The golden haired girl pt.2

I groaned, frustration mixing with overwhelming desire. My cock twitched in protest, **** for release, but she ignored it, leaning into me, her breasts pressing into my thighs.

“Put it in here, between them,” she ordered, pressing together her two massive orbs of soft, milky flesh that would have looked more at home on an pornstar than an idol.

I couldn't help but marvel at her body, at the curves that seemed almost too perfect to be real.

She chuckled as I stared, obviously enjoying the effect she had on me. I nodded, and she grinned wider, straightening up a bit so that I could align myself properly between those soft mountains.

Her cleavage was like a warm pillow, enveloping my length completely as she took me into her warmth.

Then, she began to move. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed until her breasts were bouncing around me in rhythmic slaps. My eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook me once again. The sensation of her pillowy chest surrounding me was incredible; I felt like I might pass out from sheer bliss.

Mina kept her eyes on mine the entire time, watching my every reaction with a satisfied smile. Her expression was hungry and determined, as though she couldn't get enough of me.

Soon, my hips began to buck involuntarily as I neared my climax once more.

Mina seemed to sense this too because she slowed her pace ever so slightly, denying me that final push over the edge again.

I wanted to scream in frustration, to grab her head and **** myself back between those juicy lips until I found my release. But I held back; something told me there was more to come if only I remained patient for just a little while longer…

As if reading my mind, Mina leaned forward again and took me back into her mouth without hesitation. This time, there was no teasing or gentle build up—she simply swallowed me down until her nose pressed against my stomach once more.

Her throat worked around my length hungrily while her tongue danced along its underside in delicious patterns that made my vision blur at the edges from pure ecstasy. It felt like heaven itself had opened up within her depths as she took me deeper than ever before without so much as flinching or gagging—a true feat considering how thickly engorged my shaft had become after several long minutes of uninterrupted stimulation courtesy entirely due to this goddess currently worshiping at the altar that was my cock.

My body trembled uncontrollably beneath her **** even as she her throat milked me with each gulp, each swallow, each cough that send tremors through my body. Cum was bubbling at the corners of her mouth now, spilling down her chin as she gagged herself on my length over and over again; strings of spit connecting us whenever she withdrew only to plunge right back down seconds later until finally—with one final massive heave—I erupted straight inside her throat without warning; thick ropes of virile cum flowing straight into her belly.

She drank every drop greedily before releasing me from her lips with an audible pop, before opening up her mouth to show me how much cum was still in there. She smiled mischievously at me as she swallowed all of it without wasting a single drop, leaning in to kiss me in a wet smooch. As she did so, the smell of my own cum hit me like truckload of bricks crashing through a wall—a powerful musk that filled up my nose instantly.

Mina giggled then stood back upright before wiping off any remaining mess from around her mouth with her finger which promptly went inside her own mouth afterward where she sucked clean every last bit off it too; savoring its flavor for several long moments afterwards until finally pulling free once more after having gotten all she could possibly get off there already.

Her eyes met mine then, and I saw within them something wilder than anything else I could have imagined, even in my depravity; something feral lurking just beneath a seemingly innocent surface, ready to burst forth given half a chance or opportunity.

Haeun had sex for the pleasure it gave her; Mina had sex because she needed it to survive.

She tugged at my wrist, leading me away from the kitchen and toward the sofa. I followed numbly behind, my mind still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm, a touch of fear creeping into my heart. My cock, soft and sensitive, quivered at the thought of what she might have in store for me. Her hunger felt limitless, and I knew that no matter how much I gave her, it would never be enough.

Perhaps luckily, the door to my bedroom opened then, Haeun emerging with Jihoon trailing close behind her.

They both looked disheveled, her hair tousled, his shirt unbuttoned. Her eyes opened wide as she took us in, her gaze lingering on Mina’s swollen lips and nakedness, then at me, my limp cock still swinging freely, wet and slick. Her expression was unreadable, a glint of something I couldn't quite place in her eyes— but something told me that if I had a mirror with me when I watched the two of them, I would have seen the same look on my face.

Jihoon, meanwhile, regarded us with thinly-veiled amusement, his gaze flickering between me and Mina, and then to Haeun, as though he were watching some kind of perverse tennis match unfold before him.

Haeun’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she processed the scene, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she stared down at us with a mixture of annoyance and barely suppressed hunger. And yet I caught something else there too; a hint perhaps—a flicker really—of genuine hurt that made me wonder if I had broken the rules of our game.