Note: This may be a bit long Chapter. Want to end the relief series here for future plots.
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Tits job..
Seo-yeon sat bare-chested on the commodeâs lid, her thighs squeezed tightly together, as if that could trap the insistent throb between them.
Her small hand wrapped around Rohitâs thick shaft, stroking with slow, deliberate glides. Each pass of her fingers over his foreskin sent fresh heat blooming in her coreâher pussy lips swollen, slick, aching for friction she refused to give herself.
She bit her lower lip hard, cheeks burning crimson, trying (and failing) to hide how wet she already was. Every time his cock twitched in her grip, a fresh pulse echoed low in her belly.
Meanwhile, Rohit stood tall, hands clasped behind his back like a teacher guiding his disciple.
A strong urge burned inside him to grab her soft, bouncing breasts, but he restrained himself, choosing instead to savor the showâand the blissful sensation of her delicate hand gliding along his shaft.
Her touch was so smooth it felt as though his rod had been greased, every stroke effortless and intoxicating. His gaze roamed freely over her exposed body as she kept the steady rhythm, lost in her own flushed embarrassment and hidden desire.
There were no words, no sounds.. only the silent, steady movements that gradually quickened in pace, matched by Seo-yeongâs fast, uneven breathing.
He noticed her body heating up, that familiar switch flickering in her eyes as her gaze locked onto his thick eight-inch cock with raw anticipation.
Then, a deep male voice suddenly broke the silence.
"Stop."
The word cracked like a whip.
Seo-yeonâs hand froze mid-stroke, fingers still curled tight around him, eyes wide and waiting.
Rohit smiledâslow, smugâand cupped her flushed cheek with surprising gentleness. "Good girl," he murmured, thumb tracing her jaw. "Your strokes are getting better. Much better."
He let the praise sink in, then slid his thumb across her parted lips, pressing just enough to slip inside. Her tongue instinctively curled around itâwarm, wet, eager.
"You deserve a reward," he said, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Something thatâll make you feel
really
good."
He pushed deeper, catching her tongue between two fingers and easing it out. A glistening strand of saliva stretched, then broke, dripping down her chin and trailing onto the swell of her breasts, leaving shiny paths over her skin.
"Keep your tongue out," he ordered, eyes never leaving hers. "Itâll help you stay quiet... and the spit will make everything slicker. Donât be shy about the mess."
Seo-yeon nodded obediently, tongue extended, saliva pooling and spilling freely nowâdripping in slow, obscene rivulets over her heaving chest, coating her nipples until they gleamed.
Rohit stepped back half a pace, drinking in the view: her spit-shiny tits, flushed face, desperate eyes. His cock jerked hard at the sight.
"Now... rub it against your left breast."
She hesitated only a second, then cupped her breast and lifted it toward him. The moment his swollen tip kissed her erect nipple, she joltedâback arching, a sharp "Ah!" escaping before she could bite it back.
Rohit chuckled low. "Wrong. Let me show you how itâs done. Hands off for now."
She released him instantly.
Rohit gripped his own shaft, the other hand palming her left breastâsqueezing gently at first, then firmer, feeling the plush give under his fingers. Seo-yeon moaned softly, arching into his touch. "Anh~..."
He pressed the underside of his cock against the soft curve, letting the heat of her skin sink in, then began slow, lazy circles around her areola. Every few passes he tapped the heavy underside against her moundâwatching it jiggle, ripple, bounce backâeach impact drawing another needy whimper.
His free hand found her right nipple, pinching and tugging gently, rolling it until she trembled.
"Tss~... anh~... ngh~... haa~..."
Her moans spilled out in broken little gasps, body quivering, thighs clenching tighter as fresh wetness coated her folds.
By now her breasts shone with saliva and pre-cum smears, glistening under the low light. Rohit paused deliberately, letting the edge recede for both of them.
Seo-yeonâs breathing steadied, eyes hazy but refocusing.
"Now hold them," he commanded, voice firm but laced with dark promise. "Brush my cock over your tits like youâre oiling them. Use your spit as lube."
He half-expected her to snap back with a sharp âpervertâ or call him a âlewd scumbag.â But instead, Seo-yeon simply obeyed, treating it as if it were the most natural thing.
Rohitâs lips curled into a sly smirk.
Damn... sheâs even more eager than I thought.
Seo-yeon complied without hesitation. She wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft and began rubbing it over the soft curves of her breasts, as though testing how that hot, pulsing rod felt against her skin.
A mix of surprise and arousal flickered across her face as her own hands pressed and folded her breasts, using Rohitâs dick like a brush to paint her own flesh with heat.
"Haa!~... haa!~... mmh!~... ngh!~..."
Seo-yeonâs breath spilled out in broken moans, her chest rising and falling as she continued stroking.
Rohit felt the coil tighten dangerouslyâthe velvet crush of her tits, the wet slide, her desperate little sounds nearly undoing him. He caught her wrists again, stopping her mid-stroke.
"Wait," he breathed, fighting for control. "If I finish now, itâll go everywhere. So listen carefully."
Seo-yeon tilted her head, eyebrow raised. Her expresions a mix of cute, curious and aroused.
He cleared his throat, fighting a grin at how adorable she looked like this. "Cup your breasts. Offer them to me."
She didâlifting them like a gift, soft flesh spilling over her palms.
Rohit patted her head gentlyâshe leaned into it like a kittenâthen murmured, "Good girl."
He positioned himself between them. "Now press them together. Make it tightâlike a warm little tunnel just for me."
She nodded and pressed her breasts together, wrapping his dick tightly between her soft mounds, leaving no gap of air behind.
Rohit gripped her shoulders, locking her in place. "Slide it for me. Up... and down."
She beganâslow at first, then matching his rhythm as he took over, thrusting between her tits with controlled power.
His shaft slid between her breasts, disappearing and reappearing through her cleavage with each push and pull. Rohit ground his length against her soft mounds with slow, deliberate motions at first, then sped upâgripping her shoulders and locking her hands in place so he could thrust faster.
The commode lid beneath her rattled with each thrust as his shaft slid between her breasts, his balls slapping wetly against her soft flesh.
She felt it intenselyâher stiff nipples dragging along his length with every pass, sending sharp sparks straight to her core.
Occasionally her tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at the glistening tip whenever it emerged, tasting salt and raw heat.
"Mmh! Ngh! Haa... Haaa!" "Urgh... Uhm!"
Her full tits bounced beautifully with every strong thrust, the soft flesh rippling and jiggling under the impact. Saliva and thick ropes of pre-cum had mixed together into a glossy, slippery sheen that coated her entire chestâmaking each glide obscenely smooth, wet, and hot.
Rohit was right there.
Right fucking there.
The velvet crush of her breasts hugging his shaft, the filthy wet friction, the sight of his swollen cockhead disappearing completely between her perfect mounds only to emerge again glistening and angryâit was too much. Every slide sent fresh bolts of electric pleasure shooting up his spine. He could feel the pressure building dangerously low in his balls, the tell-tale tingle spreading, the inevitable rush getting closer with every heartbeat.
Seo-yeon looked completely wrecked in the most beautiful way: cheeks burning scarlet, eyes glassy and half-lidded with lust, tongue still lolling out helplessly, long strings of drool continuously dripping onto her already soaked tits.
Her breathing was broken, frantic little whimpers escaping every time his cock dragged over her stiff nipples. She was tremblingâthighs clenched so hard she was probably dripping onto the floorâcompletely lost in the feeling of being used exactly the way he wanted.
Rohitâs control was hanging by a thread. One more thrust... one more perfect squeeze of those slick, spit-drenched tits and he was going to explode all over her pretty face and chest.
And thenâ
BZZZZZZZZ!*
The phone on the table exploded with a loud, obnoxious ring.
The world screeched to a halt.
Rohit froze mid-thrust, cock throbbing angrily between her breasts, pulse hammering in his ears, every muscle locked tight.
Seo-yeonâs dazed eyes blinked once... twice... slowly coming back online.
The spell was broken.
blowjob and release..
Rohit was quick to reactâit was Seo-yeonâs phone, coming from her jeans.
He handed it to her quickly. She listened for a moment, then spoke in a hurried bargain.
"Iâll be back in 10 minutes... okay, 5 minutes. Just wait there for a while."
When she hung up, silence rushed back in. Rohit exhaled sharply, his arousal still teetering on the knife-edge. His cock throbbed painfully, slick with her spit and his pre-cum, the interruption leaving a sour ache in his gut.
He expected her to stand and leave. Instead, Seo-yeon whispered, voice small but steady, "How close were you?"
Rohit met her eyes. "Much closer, to be honest."
She nodded once, set the phone aside on the counter, and slid back into position on her knees. She glanced sideways, eyes shimmering almost teary.
Rohit said nothing more. He stepped forward, positioning himself between the soft press of her breasts again, ready to resume. She tried to stick her tongue out like beforeâbut this time, something shifted in her expression.
He had just closed his eyes, focusing on chasing release, when he felt a sudden, warm wetness envelop the head of his cock.
Rohitâs eyes snapped open mid-thrust. Seo-yeon had leaned forward, lips wrapping around his tip, tongue swirling as he continued sliding between her tits.
He froze. "Heyâwait! Whaâurgh..."
He tried to step back, but she gripped his shaft tightly with both hands, licking frantically at the sensitive head between gasps.
"We donât have time," she blurted, voice cracking with urgency. "I need to go... so just... just let it out!"
Rohit wasnât prepared for her to take charge like this. He knew she was acting on pure impulse, and he tried to pull away gently, hoping to bring her back to her senses before regret hit. But before he could stop her, she dropped lower, knees spreading on the tile, and took his thick length into her mouth.
It was overwhelming.
She gagged almost immediately, throat convulsing as tears sprang to her eyes. Saliva poured down her chin in messy streams, soaking her fingers and dripping onto her already-glistening breastsâbut she didnât pull back. Her eagerness overpowered her inexperience.
Rohit was genuinely stunned. Impressed, even. In his past life, few partners had shown this kind of raw determination. And here she wasâbarely eighteenâtrying so hard for him.
Her movements were clumsy at first: faint edges of teeth grazed him occasionally, her rhythm uneven. But the wet heat of her mouth, the desperate swirl of her tongue, the way her eyes flicked up at him through tearsâit erased every minor flaw.
"Fuck..." Rohit groaned, the urge to finish surging dangerously close again.
He changed his mind and gave in. One hand cupped the back of her head, steadying her, guiding the rhythm gently.
"Slow down," he rasped. "Donât take it allâjust the part you can. Thatâs it. Up and down... Good girl... Use both hands to stroke the rest."
Seo-yeon obeyed instantly. She took only the first few inchesâabout a quarter of his lengthâand sucked with focused effort, lips hollowing around the head while both hands pumped the shaft below, twisting lightly as she stroked.
Every few seconds Rohit eased a little deeper, testing her limits, feeling the tight ring of her throat flutter against his tip before she pulled back gasping.
Slurp... slurp...
The sloppy, wet sounds echoed off the bathroom tiles. Her throat worked clumsily but earnestly, tears streaking her cheeks as she fought to please him.
"Goddamn..." His voice trembled, low and rough.
His fingers threaded gently through her hair, patting her head like she was something precious. "Youâre trying so hard for me... fuck, Iâm so close."
Seo-yeon whimpered around his shaft, the vibration ripping straight through his length like lightning. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing even more, as if she could pull the orgasm out of him with sheer will.
With a softened, almost reverent gaze, he murmured, "Loosen your throat for me, baby. I swear itâll be fast... just let me in."
She blinked twice, steeling herself. She understood this was the moment. She braced.
He guided her head down gently but firmly, pushing deeper until her soft lips finally kissed the base of his shaft, her nose pressing against his pelvis. The last pretense of restraint shattered.
Her throat spasmed hard around him in a tight, convulsive waveâmilking him involuntarily.
"Urgh~..."
Rohitâs hips jerked once, involuntarily. The heat, the slick constriction, the way her throat fluttered and squeezed like it was begging for his releaseâit snapped something inside him.
He groaned low and broken, fingers tightening in her hair as the first thick pulse erupted straight down her throat.
Hot jets of cum flooded her mouth. Seo-yeonâs eyes widened as she tried to swallow, but it overflowedâspilling past her lips in thick, white streams.
Rohit pulled out quickly, stroking himself through the aftershocks as three more powerful spurts painted her cheek and splattered the wall behind her.
He panicked at the sightâher coughing, gasping for air, cum dripping from her chin onto her chest. The mess had completely derailed his original plan.
...the post-nut clarity hit him even harder. Now, the question is how he will manage the aftermath?