Hey! I see you're back. Can't get enough of the gossip here, can you?
Anyways, you're right on time. I've got a great story for ya.
But before I begin, let me ask, were you into Fromis_9?
I bet you were. It's a shame really not all of them decided to renew, guess some of the members just wanted to move on, like this girl we're about to see.
There she is, right there! Damn, she looks fine as hell. With that skirt and tight blouse, she could easily make men drool over that thick body of hers.
Roh Jisun, a fine woman of 27 years casually walking down the hall as the seas of native women and foreign men tend to their businesses. Like I said, everyone is a star here. She blends in simply as another member of the elites, but that's far from the truth. Her thick thighs rub together under the hem of her skirt as she makes her way further into the club, the fabric stretching with each step as if struggling to contain her curves.
Oh, I see Dee-Train's got his eyes on her. Everyone here knows she was his bias. But no, he was not hers. She wouldn't settle for a rapper from Luzon. No, she was here for the ultimate thrill.
"Hola, Mami..." The familiar voice rumbled from behind her—deep, accented, vibrating through her spine before she even turned.
Jose's massive frame eclipsed the pulsating neon lights, his dark skin gleaming under the strobes as he gripped her waist with hands that could span her entire ribcage. She arched into him instinctively, the heat of his body pressing against her back already making her throb.
"Hello, handsome..." She sighed, tilting her head back against his chest as she felt his thick fingers slide up her torso, brushing just under her breasts. The scent of his cologne—smoky, musky, with a hint of sweat—mixed with the faint tang of alcohol from his last drink.
"You were referring to me right?" Another yet similar voice entered her fray.
Jorge, his twin brother and just as massive, stepped into view with a smirk. His fingers traced the curve of Jisun's hip, rough palms dragging the fabric up just enough to expose the lace edge of her panties.
Jisun chuckled, "Oh, you silly boy... You know Mommy's into you both..." She licked her lips as Jose's fingers tightened possessively around her waist, his other hand sliding up to palm her breast roughly through the thin fabric.
The rough texture of his calloused fingers sent shivers down her spine, her nipple stiffening instantly under his touch. Jorge growled low in his throat, stepping closer so his thigh pressed between her legs—she could already feel his erection straining against his pants.
"The rooms are fully booked today, Mami... You've got a place in mind?" Jose murmured, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers pinched her nipple hard enough to make her gasp.
The club's bass pulsed through the floor, syncing with the desperate throb between Jisun's legs. She could feel Jorge's hand sliding under her skirt now, his thick fingers tracing the damp lace clinging to her folds—already soaked just from their teasing.
"It's alright... Mommy's been lonely in her bed... Do you think you can help her out?" She breathed out, grinding against Jorge's thigh while Jose's teeth grazed her earlobe, his hand kneading her breast with rough urgency. The twins exchanged a dark look over her head—unspoken promises of what they'd do to her once they got her alone.
"Anything for you, Mami..."
And with that, they take their leave, the way to the secret exit hidden beneath the VIP lounge, down a dimly lit hallway where no cameras dare to linger. They make their way down, across a spiraling staircase, towards the basement where an underground parking for the elite waited.
They enter the limousine, a driver already waiting on the wheel as they fill up the backseat. Jisun sat in between them, sandwiched by the twins' muscled frames, their hands roaming freely now—Jorge's fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties while Jose sucked a bruise into the soft skin of her throat.
The leather seats creaked under their shifting weight as Jorge finally tore the lace aside, his thick fingers plunging into her without warning. She gasped, arching forward, her nails digging into Jose's thigh as Jorge's digits curled inside her, finding that spot that made her vision blur.
"Oh, boys..."
The caressing affair gets dirtier and filthier as they move along, the limousine swaying gently along the streets of Seoul—Jisun's blouse now undone, her pert breasts bouncing with each turn as Jose's mouth latches onto one nipple while Jorge's fingers continue pumping into her slick cunt.
The air thickens with the mingled scent of sex and expensive leather, her moans muffled against Jose's shoulder as Jorge adds a second finger, stretching her deliciously. Outside, neon streaks blur past the tinted windows, the city’s pulse matching the frantic rhythm of their hands and mouths.
The native Korean driver could only have his eyes locked on the road, the covers between him and the backseat already closed as he could imagine the scenes going on in the back of his masters' limo. He was a proud local on the outside, but in this car, he was a laborer for foreign men, an arrangement the Ramirez twins were familiar with.
When their car reached the basement parking lot, they didn't think twice and departed, Jisun's blouse still partially undone. They entered the elevator like nothing was out in the fray. An elderly woman comes in, questioningly looking into the large twins' faces before turning around to face the door. The men keep their distance, their backs leaning against the wall.
The lady remains unfazed, focused rather on getting off the lift filled with foreigners. But right behind her Jisun fights her moans as she registers large hands on her ass. Her breath comes out in uneven pants as Jorge palms her left cheek through the skirt, fingers digging into soft flesh with hungry pressure while Jose mirrors the motion on her right—their touches possessive, claiming.
The elevator stops. They break away as they watch the ahjumma leave, her heels clicking against the marble floor in quiet disapproval. The doors slide shut again—and instantly, Jose sandwiches her between his brother and the mirrored wall, his hips grinding against her ass while Jorge’s thick fingers twist in her hair, yanking her head back. She tastes his tongue before she sees it, hot and insistent, as Jose’s cock presses against her through his slacks, thick enough to make her whimper.
"Ooh... Slow down boys... We're almost there..." Despite their broad frames, she was still in control.
Her breath hitched as the elevator dinged, announcing their floor. They take a walk, casually passing by security cameras—she sways her hips just enough to tease, knowing the twins' eyes are locked on the way her skirt clings to her ass with every step. The moment the apartment door clicks shut behind them, control snaps. Jose pins her against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers while Jorge yanks her blouse off completely, the buttons scattering across the marble floor.
"I missed Mommy so much..." Jose mutters in the midst of their messy kiss, his lips trailing down to her collarbone, biting hard enough to leave marks.
Jisun gasps as Jorge lifts her effortlessly, lifting her up with one arm as he pins her on her bed—her skirt pushed high around waist, the twin's hungry eyes devouring the sight of her bare thighs and soaked panties. Jose wastes no time, ripping the flimsy lace aside with a growl before dragging his tongue up her dripping slit in one slow, filthy stroke. Her back arches off the mattress, her fingers tangling in Jorge's hair as Jose's tongue flicks over her clit with rough precision, his thick fingers spreading her wider.
"Fuck—!" she chokes out, her hips bucking against his mouth, his stubble scraping her inner thighs raw.
Jorge kisses the older woman deeply, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as Jose continues feasting between her thighs—each flick of his tongue sending electric jolts through her body. She moans into Jorge’s mouth, tasting the whiskey on his breath as he grinds his erection against her thigh, the thick outline of his cock straining against his tailored pants. The heat of their bodies presses her into the mattress, the silk sheets already damp with sweat and arousal beneath her writhing form.
"Take them off, boys... Show Mommy what she wants..."
The twins don't hesitate—belt buckles clink, zippers hiss, and suddenly Jisun's staring at twin cocks springing free, thick and glistening already. Jorge's is slightly longer, veins prominent along the shaft, while Jose's is thicker at the base, the head flushed dark against his darker skin. She licks her lips as they stroke themselves slowly, pre-cum beading at the tips—she can already imagine the stretch.
She gets down on her knees, her fingers wrapping around their shafts simultaneously, the heat of their cocks branding her palms as she strokes them in slow, synchronized motions. Jose groans, his hips jerking forward as she licks a stripe up the underside of his length while her other hand twists around Jorge’s, thumb smearing the sticky precum over his head. The twins’ hands fist in her hair, their grip tightening when she takes Jose deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as Jorge’s cock slides wetly against her cheek.
"Oh yes, Mami... Just like that..."
Jose's deep groan vibrated through her skull as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper until her nose pressed against his coarse curls—his musk thick in her throat. Jorge's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her head back just enough to thrust his own cock past her swollen lips, the salty tang of precum bursting across her tongue as she switched between them with practiced ease. Drool dripped down her chin, mixing with the sweat glistening between her tits as she bobbed faster, her fingers working what her mouth couldn't reach.
The large mirror captures the obscene sight perfectly. Roh Jisun was on her knees, worshipping 2 foreign cocks that she could not get from local creeps who once tried pursuing her. Many have tried throughout the years during her idol times—rookies, seniors, CEOs—all failed for one reason or another. Yet here she was, choking on imported African meat.
They were nothing like the one ex she had—small, tame, predictable—compared to the twins' monstrous girth stretching her lips achingly wide. Jorge's thumb pressed against her chin, forcing her jaw wider as he fucked her mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts while Jose's cock pulsed against her tongue, his precum flooding her throat with each groan. The slap of skin against skin filled the apartment—Jose's palm cracking against her ass when she dared to slow down, reddening the plush flesh beneath her skirt.
"Fuck... I want Mommy now..."
While Jose kept Jisun in her mouth, Jorge stood her up and kept her bent over, her bare fat ass on full display as he stood right behind her, aiming his shaft straight into her wet folds—stretching her as he pushed into her tight velvet walls. Her scream was muffled around Jose’s cock as Jorge bottomed out inside her, her thighs trembling from the sheer girth. Jose pulled out of her mouth, letting her gasp as Jorge began pounding into her with slow, deep thrusts that made her toes curl into the plush carpet.
"Oh yes! F-Fuck yes!" She screamed before taking Jose's dick once more.
The sight of it all was obscene—Jisun's body jolted forward with each of Jorge's thrusts, her lips stretched obscenely around Jose's cock as she struggled to keep rhythm. Her fingers clawed at Jose's thighs, her nails leaving red crescents in his dark skin as Jorge's hips snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt with a grunt.
The wet slap of skin echoed off the apartment walls, mingling with Jisun's choked moans around Jose's shaft, her throat fluttering each time he pushed deeper. Jorge's hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers sinking into soft flesh as he fucked her with brutal precision, his cock dragging against her walls in a way that made her vision blur.
"Ohhh Mommy feels so good..." Jorge growled, his thick fingers digging into Jisun's hips as he pistoned into her with punishing thrusts, each snap of his hips driving her further onto Jose's cock until tears welled in her kohl-lined eyes.
The stretch was unbearable—her jaw ached, her throat convulsed around Jose's girth, and Jorge's relentless pounding had her seeing stars, her swollen clit rubbing against Jose's taut abdomen with every brutal forward motion. Jose smirked down at her, his fingers tightening in her hair as he pulled her halfway off his cock just to watch her lips cling to him, glossy with spit and precum before shoving her back down with a wet choke.
But she was for it all! The sight of them, the sight of her at the mercy of two African cocks was enough to make sasaengs retch violently. The haters and the critics would sneer at their screens—Jisun's once pristine image, now bent over and split open on foreign dick—but she didn't care.
She wanted this. She craved this! Jorge's thrusts grew erratic, his thick fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he spread her wider, the lewd squelch of her dripping cunt echoing with each withdrawal. Jose pulled out entirely, watching spit string from her swollen lips before telling them to switch places.