Food Play Prelude

You sweat profusely.

The comfort of her room beckons as the A/C blows into nothing. Minutes ago, that was the setting, now it’s an empty chamber. Your feet hold their position and you run a hand through your hair to clear the droplets of sweat gathering at the hairline. You could tell her, you think, to just go back. Chaeryeong is so fucking good, though.

Her hair moistens the same as yours even as you attempt to tuck it behind her ears. Strands stray forward with every bob of Chaeryeong’s face onto your length, making them stick to her forehead and cheeks. She is relentless. Every throb of your cock feels more satisfying than the last.

Your eyes try to draw some focus and lure the rushing orgasm away. Last a little longer, you beg to whatever greater-than entity that might be observing. The open kitchen spills into the living room, sources of illumination few and far. A light post outside, different digital clocks of appliances—one green, one blue—and the display of an interruptible power supply off in the corner create a comfortable and pleasant environment.

Your focus jolts, that loss of attention a success. You swear she’s going deeper now, the back off her throat a heavenly sensation as her hands grip at your thighs for leverage. Your legs are now rooted, every swirl of Chaeryeong’s tongue on the underside of your cock a demand; focus on her, on this. She assists her mouth with a hand now, twisting and stroking alongside every departure of her lips.

Chaeryeong’s rogue hair sways with her eager movements, lightly brushing your thighs; it distracts you just enough. That’s the last tucking attempt. One particular venture into her mouth makes your breath quiver. Your length throbs to the rhythm of her blowjob, feeding every last drop of precum before the big finale.

Your eyes finally adjust to the low light. Chaeryeong’s naked figure kneels on the hardwood floor. Her back arches and flows as her whole body strives to make you cum. Her confidence alone can make you bust. She’s one to know.

Sudden eye contact with her cute and attentive gaze sets your brain to self-destruct. She’s stroking, each pulse of your cock coming faster than the last. The steady pace makes sure your load gathers at the last possible spot before exploding. Lip bite, eye contact, and then, death sentence. Chaeryeong sticks out her tongue, the full display and her anticipating face send you over the edge as your cock pulses with unprecedented force. Thick ropes adorn her pretty face as they land all over, and Chaeryeong moves to react and catch every oozing drop. Her painted face avidly swallows however much landed on her tongue and she flashes a pretty smile as she stands up and you collapse on the adjacent chair. You are literally drained. You make a mental note to praise her resilience later.

“You all right?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle. “That was crazy.”

A long breath escapes you. Warm, yellow light pans across the space when Chaeryeong opens the fridge in front of you both. Her body stands fit: toned calves, thighs, ass—she grabs something off the door and swings it back to close.

“Can’t take a break even when we say we will. You said we’d do this today, come on,” she says while placing the whipped cream can on the table.

You are given no chance to respond as she walks with a deliberate strut towards her room. The jiggle fuels your lust once more. Chaeryeong stops by the bedroom door to await your response, cum still glistening around her features, a hungry gaze ready for more.