"cumby on her abs" - Valentine Drifter
“You know how I told the brand I needed to bring someone along as my personal assistant for this shoot, because I wasn't comfortable with people that I didn't know applying oil to my body?”
You do, so you nod but you also know Seulgi wasn't really asking.
“And you know how I told them that it just had to be you because you used to be my masseur and you had the best products? That you had that -mmmmh- that fancy oil that didn't mess with my skin?”
You did and again, she wasn't really looking for an answer.
“And you know how we -ah fuck- we told them we needed a private room to apply the aforementioned oil? And how we came in here ten minutes ago to do that very thing?”
You’re lucky she’s being rhetorical, it’s extremely difficult to concentrate on her barrage of questions while you’re sliding in and out of her heat. You grunt at the apex of a particularly deep thrust and hope she interprets the sound as assent.
“God right there- so what are we going to do? If only we had some lotion or something around here,” she complains, turning her head to look around the small cabana before looking down at where you're connected. You follow the gaze down and see her slick on your cock as you pull out, leaving just the head at her entrance. She looks up at you and grins.
“You’ve got to be shitting me Seul.”
“Come on big boy, you can't finish inside me anyway and I've already done my lipstick.”
You’re not sure why that pearl of wisdom convinces you, but if common sense was your guiding light you wouldn't be balls deep in the talent thirty yards from the rest of the production crew in the first place.
She gets the gist of your agreement when you slam back inside, actions speaking louder than words, or something like that. She stifles a moan and lifts her legs higher to wrap them around your back. Decisions and legs locked, you pick up pace, driving into her.
“Fuck! You got some on my top, it was just supposed to be on my stomach,” Seulgi complains, wiping up a spot on the underside of her black bikini with a finger.
You don’t care, your legs are wobbly and you're staring at the streaks of cum on her perfect abs, little rivers running down the grooves of muscle she’d been working on for weeks. She starts to wipe her hands down her stomach, rubbing the sticky fluid into her skin and giggling quietly.
It’s a little grotesque and really, really hot.
“Next time? This goes in my belly, not on it.”
In between takes, you're doing your best impersonation of a personal assistant (read as slave boy), fanning her and holding out a cool drink, while she laughs.
“They keep telling me I'm glowing today and whatever you used is making my abs ‘pop’.”
“It’s not funny Seul, they keep asking me what it is. What am I supposed to say?” You retort.
“Just tell them that it’s magical or something.”
“Tell them my cum is magical?” You deadpan. “That's ridiculous, who would ever come up with something like that?”
“Oh my god, not your cum you idiot, the oil you were supposed to have. Say it's a secret formula or something and you can’t tell them exactly.”
The girl is looking up at you hopefully, completely earnest in her question, and she is stunning.
“It’s umm… a purely organic… nut based… cream…” you’re rambling now while Seulgi, within earshot, is laughing so hard she almost falls into the pool. “Look I can't really go into specifics, it’s proprietary."
Joohyun looks disappointed, but not as scary as you had always been told. You’re pretty sure she’s not going to beat you up for refusing to answer her question…
“Well my bikini shoot is tomorrow and I'm not confident with my abs, do you think you could help me out beforehand?”
What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?
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