Taste of Soda

You’re numb to the taste of Dahyun’s cunt.

Like, seriously, she has squirted into your mouth twice and you’re not stopping. Good thing that the seats are leather. Less cleaning work this way.

At first, there’s the salt on her folds that drew you in — from the first lap on her, then two, then three. The flavor fades, eventually, leaving you with only the aftertaste of her clit. Those moans, however, shows no signs of dwindling into silence. Her thighs are red from the tight holds of your hands — mark of ownership that you’re mildly proud of.

“B-Baby, mommy c-can’t take it anymore,” Dahyun rasps, albeit not making any attempts to push your head away from her pussy. There’s some space for you to move back in this back of her car, but you’re not using it soon. So, you just keep pleasing her overstimulated core into rapture, claiming her yours with your tongue.

You pull back slightly for a reply, at least, and she earns her much-needed break from your lavishing. “Oh, does mommy want to stop? Does mommy not love me anymore?” God, you sound so pussy-drunk — so huffy, so intoxicated.

Dahyun’s still trying to catch her breath, as if she has just finished a hundred-meter. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, baby boy, I still l-love you, of course. It’s just, ah, it’s so much. I-I need a bre-ah!” and a finger-fuck and she shudders around your digits. Her face becomes drunk with the pleasure from you and only you — eyes lolling mindlessly, tongue falling out from the edge of her mouth. You just fucked a girl senseless without whipping your cock out!

“Who’s a fuckslut, mommy? Who’s a nasty whore that wants to be fucked?” you quip, curling your fingers up to where she needs it the most, and oh, doesn’t it make her quiver in bliss? Dahyun looks like a proper nymphomaniac this way — a proper fucking fuckslut.

Dahyun can barely answer your questions. “I-I am a f-fuckslut.” She just surrenders without any resistance, letting your fingers activate the slut in her shell.

Your tongue dives back into her wanton, wet cunt once more — ready to lap her up again to the peak of her pleasure. Dahyun’s moans are barely incomprehensible anymore — loud, sharp, piercing. You find the saltiness of her pussy again; her taste is back, and you’re going to savor her until world’s end.

The signals surface for the third time of the day — her walls contract and heave around your digits, her moans climb the scale, until the tension snaps.

You latch yourself onto her hole the second that fluid leaks out of her. It’s so musky with her lust. You drunkenly swallow it down your stomach without any relent. Her thighs shudder in your grip under the frenzy. The tongue is hanging out of her mouth lewdly as she cums into your mouth, eyes rolling upwards — ahegao, in a simpler term.

God, she’s such a slut.

Your slut, to be exact.

Squirt dribbles down your chin as her orgasm subsides. Her hands find your head, before pulling you out of the pussy-drunk trance you’ve been in. The slickness remains on your mouth and her cunt — what a mark of your lovemaking. You let go of her thighs, leaving those rosy red prints on the underside of her legs, and your just rest on her feet idly.

“Did you like that, mommy?” you ask — airy, breathy, intoxicated with her girlcum.

“It’s f-fucking perfect, baby boy. Ten out of ten.”

You can’t help but smile.