besmirched, beyond repair.

So here’s the deal: she won’t let you go until she gets what she wants.

It’s like she clings onto that idea until she says she’s satisfied, and honestly, you’re not complaining. After all, you owe her one after she wrung out a load from you just yesterday with just her fingers before they head off to their dance practice session, and the both of you are in that trance where you need to eat Mai’s pussy out.

Well, at least that’s what you thought until you’re dragged onto a cramped section of a storage room after their performance on a music show, and she proposes something.

Mai’s reasons are dumb enough to be true, but it works, and that’s a sigh of relief from the both of you.

“What did you tell them? You’re going to buy something on the vending machine downstairs?”

“No.” She tugs your pants, unzipping it and down the worthless clothing goes onto your ankles, teasing the floor. “I said I was gonna be in the bathroom.”

“You’re too freaky, Mai.” You grunt and she smiles, too wickedly as her fingers dance around your throbbing hardness, in full erection for her and she’s ready for what she wants from you.

“I’m your type of freak, babe. Only you know how far I can go, but right now...”  Mai’s hands undresses the final bit of defense, and you’re practically squirming with her aggression towards your treasured shaft. “I need something—you can eat my pussy someday but y’know…”

She doesn’t really describe what she’s going to do to you, as her actions are louder than her words, too ebullient as she drops down to her knees and spit onto your head, the scene devolving into utter deprivation.

“Jesus christ, Mai—fuck.” Inevitably, her lips envelop upon charted territory, dancing around such familiarity with her eyes closed, a chore she can do within a heartbeat. “I r-really owe you—a lot.”

She barely registers your words as her tongue dances around your sensitive head, collecting the precum that dribbles onto her lips as she pulls out, looking at you with those alluring, vixen eyes. “Having your dick sucked is enough for me, babe.”

And you’re just melting, and she’s servicing you too enthusiastically.

The pace grew frantic, bobbing moderately as her tongue danced alongside her rhythmical movements, and you’re assessing her tempo like a metronome, savoring every second. 

It’s a classic event with her at this point, and it never gets old. You can’t count how many times Mai’s lips felt around your body—preferrably on the culprits where her lips feel magnetized towards: your shaft and your lips. Her hands skate around your thighs, methodically bobbing her head up and down where whenever you take a look, you just simply writhe against her and imprint such a sinful sight forever.

There’s also this tension between the both of you,and it’s not just the feeling of elation with Mai’s masterclass, but also the thrill of surprise and risk, which pumps your blood up. Mai’s absolutely playing alongside it, effortlessly taking you in her throat as her beautiful makeup seeps rivulets down her cheeks, and the debauched sight has never looked so perfect until now.

“Holy shit—slow down, M-Mai—fuck.” You can tell how much she craved your cock with her unparalleled techniques all over you: tongue swirling over your sensitive head and length, hands fondling over your sack and caressing over your thighs, eyes all over yours, and her cheeks hollowing just for the suction to overwhelm you.

She really does, and you can’t ask for anything more.

Even with your pleas towards her, it falls deaf on her ears as she maintains such pace that doesn’t seem to decelerate any time soon.

Yes, it didn’t, because it halted to a pull stop when she pulled out, letting that lewd sight of her lips connecting on your cock with strings of saliva make you feel fuzzy. “You know, I think that’s a new one, babe.”

“What?”

“You usually like things furious—you want me to take it like a good slut, right?”

“Your mouth, Mai!” You grit your teeth, spitting your concern as she takes it as barely a threat, but to enable your wicked fantasies even more. “What if anyone hears us?”

Mai keeps stroking you off, the squelch of it orchestrating such incredible music in your ears as she voices out your concern. “Well, I don’t think nobody can hear us when you shut me up with your cock, so—”

So you did, leisurely directing your tip onto her lips again as she enthusiastically sucked on it, and proceeded to take almost your entirety, resuming where she had left. She is brilliant when it comes to mapping your pinpoints, as her talented tongue keeps that choreography over your sensitive spots, making you moan her name repeatedly, trying to suppress yourself from moaning too much.

“Just slow down, Mai—you d-don’t need to rush t-this—shit.” She still smiles with a mouth full of cock, throating you with fervor and with the absolute mindset to keep fucking up the way you think that her name is the only word your lips will chant.

“Well, I really need your load, so…” She slurps the mix of your precum and saliva on your slit, making your knees buckle as her tongue flicks around the mushroom-shaped tip. “No.”

She squeezes your base.

She fondles your balls.

She deepthroats you.

Shit.

She gags all over it, taming over her reflex and when she does, she lets you take a moment of appreciation of all of her stupendous efforts and such skillful mastery on the craft of sucking a cock.

You’re actually going to lose it.

When she withdraws, it’s actually just purely filthy—makeup a mess on her cheeks, the vicinity of her mouth smeared with her own drool, and those eyes yearning for your cum.

God knows where it will land, and one thing’s for sure: it will be tasted in her mouth, and she’ll hum on how delectable it is because that’s how it always goes for her.

Maybe god wouldn’t interfere with her, because she orchestrates your fate and she’s closing you in towards the promised land…

Towards that one thing you really love doing with her.

She pulls out, mustering a velocity unparalleled by her wrists, jerking you off onto that elated space as voices how much she wants it. “Cum on my face, babe—I know you want to, please—just cum over me.”

Those sharp eyes of hers morphing into that utter dish of need never ceases to rile you up even more—the switch up is insane, and there’s nothing you can do but stand tall and let yourself erupt around the gorgeous features of Mai’s face.

And so you did, and it was an evidently filthier one than yesterday.

Streak and streaks of your seed lands on her nose, face, cheeks, chin and most importantly, on that pillowy culprit of her lips. The sight alone makes you cum even harder, spurting few more than making a mess on her fingers and when it did, she seductively put on a show by licking it clean, tasting every drop with such satisfaction that you’re just ruined for hours to come.

God, Mai’s face is a work of art, even under such mess.

“Fuck—such a great load, babe—not as thick as yesterday, though.”

“Yeah, you fucking let it all out on me—you really make me cum so hard.” You pant towards her, praising her masterclass as she laughs, her pristine features shining along the light those bulbs emanate, making such debauchery stand out.

And when you’re just about to feel her softness again, closing your eyes to savor every moment despite the sensitivity, a thud alerts you as you suddenly realized something: the door is not locked and you’re incredibly fucked.

Well, it’s too late, not when a familiar face meets you with a shocked face, and you stop Mai’s advances as you possibly don’t know what to do.

“Sa-Sarang? Shit, this isn’t what you think it is.” Your heart is racing but here's where it gets interesting—they seem peculiarly calm, especially Sarang herself.

When you thought she’ll leave and be a snitch, she just closed the door and locked it, piquing your interest as she voices out something you never thought she’ll say. “Well, I guess it’s my turn, daddy.”

Whether this is a planned-out setup or utterly a “too good to be true” moment, one thing’s for sure: you wouldn’t wish these walls could talk.