Lips #12 (Red Velvet's Seulgi)

Seulgi is on the pull up bar, her muscles burning with each lift. While she’s halfway through her workout the door swings open and a group of guys walks in. They’re tall, broad shouldered, their shirts clinging to them in ways that show every line of muscle underneath. They move with the casual confidence of people who know how good they look. Seulgi tries to keep her focus on her workout, but her eyes drift. To the way one of them’s biceps flex as he racks a heavy barbell, to the sweat glistening on another’s chest. Each glance sends a faint pulse through her, her body betraying the calm expression she keeps on her face.

She pretends to adjust her water bottle, stealing another look. They’re exactly her type. Strong, fit, and handsome. And the thought of being surrounded by them is making her pulse pick up.

By the time they’ve finished and start packing up to leave, Seulgi’s mind is no longer on her own workout. She sets her dumbbell down, grabs her towel, and walks straight toward them.

“Hey.”

Her tone is casual, her eyes locked on them, but her heart is beating quicker than it did during her workout.

“Follow me to the locker room.”

She lets the pause hang before adding with a faint smirk:

“I could use some post workout protein.”

The way a few of them exchange surprised, but interested glances tells her they’ve understood exactly what she means. The guys follow without a word. Seulgi pushes open the door to the men’s locker room, holding it long enough for them to slip inside behind her.

The air is warmer here, faintly scented with body wash and steam from the showers. She tosses her towel onto a bench and then turns to face them. Her eyes travel over each of their bodies.

“Don’t just stand there.”

Her smirk has the closest man step forward first, his eyes dragging over her sweat damp sports bra. He cups her chest through the fabric, his thumbs brushing over her small, firm breasts until her breath hitches. She doesn’t stop him. Instead, she reaches for his waistband, pulling him free with a smooth motion. Seulgi’s hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly as the second guy moves in beside him. Soon she’s working both of them, one in each hand, her thumbs circling their tips, drawing low groans from both. A third man steps up behind her, pressing his solid frame against her back. His hands slide around to her front, groping her breasts through the sports bra, squeezing just enough to make her gasp against the fourth guy who’s just unzipped his pants in front of her. She leans forward. Her lips part to take the fourth man into her mouth, her hands still stroking the others. Her tongue works his length in slow, wet passes while she moves one hand to stroke the fifth man, who’s stepped in close on her other side. They crowd around her, five cocks just waiting for Seulgi’s mouth. The one behind her tweaks her nipples, making her hum around the cock in her mouth, the vibration pulling a curse from the man she’s sucking.

Her hands never stop moving, alternating pace, squeezing one, stroking another, switching back to keep them all aching for more. Every time she pulls her mouth off one, her lips are immediately wrapped around another, her tongue swirling, her spit slicking them until they’re dripping. The locker room fills with the sound of their low groans, the steady rhythm of her hands, and the wet slide of her mouth as she works her way between all five of them. Then one of them places a hand firmly on the back of her head, guiding her forward until his tip presses against her lips. She opens for him without hesitation, and he slides his cock deep into her mouth, setting his own pace, using her as he groans. At the same time, the man behind her is still squeezing her breasts through her sports bra, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they harden under the fabric. She can feel his breath on her neck. And hear his voice in her ear.

“Just keep those hands moving, slut.”

She obeys. Her right hand pumps one thick shaft in quick, firm strokes, her left moving slower over another, thumb tracing his tip with every pass. The one to her left leans back slightly, enjoying the tighter grip she’s giving him. His hips twitching under her touch. The man using her mouth pulls back, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft. And another immediately takes his place. He presses forward until he’s nudging the back of her throat. Seulgi relaxes her jaw, letting him sink deeper. Her eyes flutter as he enjoys the squeeze of her throat around him. One of the others steps closer to her face, holding his length near her cheek so she can stroke him with one hand while still taking another into her mouth. Every few moments, she turns her head just enough to swirl her tongue over his tip before returning to the one buried deep between her lips. The man who’s cock she moves while doing that groans every single time.

Her hands and mouth work in perfect sync, each guy getting a different rhythm. Fast and sloppy for one, slow and twisting for another, deep and tight for the ones using her throat. The air is filled with the mix of their heavy breathing and the wet sounds of her mouth being filled and emptied again and again. Seulgi’s pace picks up, not just from their encouragement but from the rush building in her own body. The taste of them and the way their muscles flex under her touch is making her hungrier for more.

As she strokes one man’s cock with a tight, twisting grip, she leans in and drags her tongue along the curve of his hip, tasting the faint salt of his sweat. Her lips trail upward to the ridges of his abs, kissing each line before returning her mouth to his length. Another man steps in closer, and she shifts to take his dick into her hand while her tongue laps at the sweat along the side of his thigh. Her eyes flick upward to catch his reaction. His jaw tightens and his chest rises and falls faster. Then she turns her head to suck his tip again.

The one behind her groans when she reaches back blindly with her hand, stroking him without looking while she mouths at the V-line of the man in front of her. Her tongue explores every edge of his hardened body. She loves how they taste. Salty on her lips, but still somehow amazing. And she’s not satisfied until her tongue has cleaned every drop of sweat she can reach. Even the ones not in her mouth can feel her greed. She strokes them harder, faster, her hands, slick with her own spit, gliding easily while her mouth alternates between deep, throat-filling pushes and slower, teasing swirls around their heads. Every shift of her position presses her chest into one of them, their hands eagerly kneading her small tits through the by now saliva covered sports bra. It’s not just about getting them off anymore. Seulgi is reveling in the act itself. In the taste of their bodies. And the way they make her feel so small underneath them.

One of them suddenly steps in front of her and takes a firm grip on the back of her head. Before Seulgi can adjust, he pushes forward, filling her mouth with his entire cock and driving it deep into her throat in one hard stroke. She gags around his length, hands still moving on the others as best she can. But his pace is relentless. His hips thrust sharply, the wet sounds of her throat echoing in the locker room. Every time she tries to pull back for air, he holds her in place. He lets her feel every inch before dragging her forward again. Her hands falter around the other guys’ dicks. She can barely focus with her jaw stretched wide, her throat working around him. Drool spills from the corners of her mouth, sliding down her chin, and her eyes water..

By the time he finally lets her go, Seulgi’s face is a mess. She sits back on her heels, chest rising and falling, as she tries to catch her breath. It’s in that moment, with her mouth still hanging open, that the others close in. One strokes himself just inches from her cheek, another lines up with her lips. Two more stand over her shoulders. The first thick streak hits her forehead, the next splashing across her cheek. She closes her eyes just as more warmth paints her face. Over her lips, across her nose, dripping down her chin. One aims right into her open mouth and she swallows without thinking before another ropes across her sports bra. When they’re done, she’s covered in their cum. Her hair covered in small wet spots, her face slick and glistening, her bra ruined. She tilts her head back, still catching her breath.

She doesn’t realize they’re all gone already once Seulgi fully recovers. She can’t tell what came over her. How did she muster up the courage to not ask one, but five guys at once? Their loads are heavy and warm on her face. She reaches for her towel, but then hesitates. She only got to taste one of their loads properly. How do they taste together? Goosebumps form on her skin as Seulgi scoops up a big globe of their mixed cum off her cheek.