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Extreme Sports (Jeongyeon, Jihyo)

Winter, for Jihyo, was a perfect day for skiing.

Today, Jihyo invited Jeongyeon to join her at Oak Valley Ski Resort for a day of skiing.

Time flew by under the joyful mood of the two, with occasional bursts of excited squeals echoing through the air.

Not long after, Jihyo ran into two friends she had skied with before.

“Jeongyeon, this is Leo” Jihyo said, pointing to a man with Asian features and sharp, handsome eyes. Then, gesturing toward a muscular man nearly two meters tall, she added, “And this is Rock, from Australia.��

“Hi!” “Hello, Jeongyeon xi!” “Jihyo, it’s getting late. Want to grab dinner together?” Leo invited.

“Sounds good!” Jihyo agreed enthusiastically.

“Not sure about that…” Jeongyeon, hesitant about dining with strangers despite them being Jihyo’s friends, murmured.

“It’s fine!” Jihyo reassured her, linking arms with Jeongyeon.

Unable to argue with Jihyo, Jeongyeon reluctantly agreed.

Inside the suite at the resort hotel where Jeongyeon and Jihyo were staying, Jeongyeon never expected that what she thought was a simple dinner would turn into a drinking session in their suite afterward.

Watching the three of them—Jihyo, Leo, and Rock—cheerfully drinking and chatting, with the men occasionally tossing out crude jokes that made Jihyo laugh uncontrollably, Jeongyeon felt out of place. Her head throbbed from the alcohol, and the dizziness eventually overwhelmed her, causing her to pass out.

“Jihyo, look, Jeongyeon xi is drunk.” “Yeah, let’s keep drinking.”

Some time later, Jeongyeon stirred awake, chilled by the cool air, and noticed the living room was empty. Stumbling to her feet, she thought she heard noises coming from Jihyo’s bedroom.

Though the suite’s layout placed Jeongyeon’s bedroom across the living room from Jihyo’s, curiosity got the better of her. Instead of retreating to her room, she staggered toward Jihyo’s bedroom.

Crouching down, Jeongyeon peeked through the door crack. She saw Jihyo and her two friends tangled on the sofa. Jihyo, wearing only a red bra on her upper body and nothing below, lay on her side with her legs bent and spread. Rock, the towering Australian, wore a black t-shirt, one hand steadying Jihyo’s thigh while the other roamed her body, his thick, relentless shaft thrusting into her backdoor. Leo, leaning back on the sofa, enjoyed Jihyo’s oral attention, her hands and mouth working in tandem.

“Jihyo… ah… goo…d… lower your head… a bit… ugh… ohh… take it deeper,” Leo urged. Jihyo, following his words, lowered her head, her hands vigorously stroking his shaft while her tongue traced from the tip to the base, leaving everything slick and glistening.

“Oh… R…ock… ugh… my god… ah… ahh!” Jihyo, diligently servicing Leo, felt the powerful thrusts from Rock behind her. Her lower body, filled to the brim, pulsed with heat as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Jeongyeon hadn’t realized Jihyo had this kind of relationship with her friends.

Watching the lascivious scene, Jeongyeon felt a stirring “urge” below. Clamping her thighs together, she debated whether to leave or stay.

Rock, still thrusting into Jihyo’s backdoor, asked, “Jihyo, how long has it been since we did this?” “Ah… Leo… about two months?” Jihyo replied, pulling Leo’s shaft from her mouth after a deep throat, fighting a gag reflex as glistening strands connected her lips to his tip.

“That long? Then Leo and I are gonna make sure we fill all three of your holes tonight,” Rock said, glancing at Leo. “Right?” “Of course, when have we ever left this little slut unsatisfied?” Leo replied.

Hearing their lewd conversation and seeing the depraved scene, Jeongyeon’s slender fingers slipped into her lace panties, soothing her long-neglected desires.

“How long has it been since I’ve had sex? Two weeks? A month?” Jeongyeon wondered, pleasuring herself while reflecting on her own needs. For someone accustomed to physical intimacy, even three days without it left her restless.

“Jihyo, what if I pretended you were Jeongyeon while I fucked you? I’ve always had a thing for her long legs,” Rock teased. “Sure… Rock… Oppa… Jeongyeon… wants it… ah,” Jihyo moaned, playing along as she imagined herself as Jeongyeon.

Rock, envisioning Jihyo as Jeongyeon, closed his eyes and thrust even harder. Leo, too, pictured Jihyo as Jeongyeon, grabbing her head and rapidly guiding her mouth over his shaft.

Jihyo’s mouth overflowed with saliva, soaking Leo’s abdomen, pubic hair, and thighs.

Hearing their conversation, Jeongyeon realized Jihyo’s friends were fantasizing about her while ravishing Jihyo. As she touched herself, she couldn’t help but imagine herself in Jihyo’s place, a faint, indulgent expression crossing her face.

Inside the room, the debauchery continued; outside, Jeongyeon indulged in her own pleasure.

After a while, with her eyes closed and lost in self-pleasure, the intense scene inside reached a crescendo. The trio’s loud moans signaled a temporary pause as they climaxed.

Their cries acted like a trigger for Jeongyeon. Her fingers, buried deep inside, brought her to her own peak as she clamped her thighs together, riding the waves of her orgasm.

Flushed with post-climax warmth and a rosy glow, Jeongyeon leaned against the doorframe. Her trembling body released a flood of fluids, and she slowly withdrew her fingers from her drenched lace panties.

“Jeongyeon xi, feeling good? Not satisfied yet? Let me help,” a male voice whispered. Still basking in the afterglow, Jeongyeon mumbled, “Ah… sure.” But when a stranger’s hand grazed her slightly raised mound, she snapped out of her haze. “Ah… no… you… Leo xi… don’t… do this.” Looking up, she saw Jihyo’s door wide open. Leo crouched beside her, one hand caressing her private area, the other roaming her body. Beyond him, Jihyo lay in Rock’s arms, both watching her.

“Jeongyeon xi, enjoyed the show? We noticed you ages ago. Didn’t you see your shadow cast into Jihyo’s room?” Leo pointed out. Jeongyeon glanced at her shadow, indeed stretching toward Jihyo’s room.

“Leo… don’t… I have a boyfriend,” Jeongyeon protested weakly, pushing against Leo’s head to avoid his tantalizing kisses.

“Your body doesn’t seem to agree,” Leo teased. Unable to kiss her body, he took her slender fingers, kissing them slowly up to her arm.

Jeongyeon’s resistance faltered under Leo’s gentle kisses. Her body softened, and she leaned against the doorframe, letting him kiss her skin.

Leo scooped Jeongyeon up in a princess carry, kissing her lips as she, lost in desire, kissed him back. He carried her into the room and set her on a chair, swiftly stripping her down until she was bare like a little white rabbit.

Jeongyeon gripped the chair’s armrests, legs spread in an M-shape, her long black hair cascading over her full, round breasts, exposed to the other three in the room.

Leo meticulously licked her mound and clit, turning her small patch of dark hair into a glistening rainforest. “Leo… xi… your tongue… ahh… so good… mmm,” Jeongyeon moaned, biting her lip as waves of pleasure surged through her sensitive body.

“Jeongyeon xi… your body… so sensitive… made of water… so wet,” Leo murmured, teasing her outer lips with his tongue and fingers, drawing out her fluids until his hands, lips, and the floor were slick.

While Jeongyeon sat on the chair, enjoying Leo’s skilled oral attention, Jihyo and Rock embraced nearby. Jihyo, bent sideways, stroked Rock’s thick shaft, her mouth working its tip while Rock’s finger plunged into her soaked core.

“Leo… ahh… stop licking… I’m… gonna come again,” Jeongyeon gasped, gripping the chairback as another climax hit.

Panting post-orgasm, she moaned, “Leo xi… your tongue… it’s killing me.” Leo stood, gripping his thick, lengthy shaft. “Jeongyeon, your turn…” Understanding his need, Jeongyeon leaned forward, stroking his shaft with one hand, then switching to the other when she tired.

Despite her efforts, Leo showed no signs of release, his shaft growing even larger. “Is that… all you’ve got, Jeongyeon xi?” he teased, feigning disappointment. Spurred by his challenge, Jeongyeon knelt before him. “You’re lucky today. I’ll make you come.” She took his tip into her mouth, starting shallow before devouring his musky shaft with fervor.

“Ahh… Jeongyeon xi… your skills… not bad,” Leo praised, savoring her practiced technique. Jeongyeon, unwilling to admit she’d honed her skills on many men, focused on sucking him harder.

“Jihyo, let’s not lose to them,” Rock said, pulling Jihyo up from the sofa. He had her grip a wooden pillar, one leg raised on a nearby stump.

Leo glanced at Rock and Jihyo, while Jeongyeon, still working Leo’s shaft, peeked over, her cheeks bulging with each thrust.

Rock slapped Jihyo’s rear, one hand on her waist. “Jihyo, here I come.” “Rock… Oppa… slow… gentle,” Jihyo pleaded, frowning as she reached back to temper his aggressive thrusts. Rock grabbed her hand, ignoring her plea, and pounded harder, her delicate lips parting as fluids trickled out.

“Oh… lighter… Rock… you heartless… ahh… ugh,” Jihyo gasped, cursing his roughness, but Rock only laughed, his pace unrelenting.

Watching Rock and Jihyo’s intense coupling, Leo’s shaft swelled even more in Jeongyeon’s mouth. She wasn’t shocked by Jihyo’s familiarity with such scenes—this wasn’t their first time in such an encounter.

“It’s… getting… bigger,” Jeongyeon marveled, struggling to contain Leo’s swelling shaft, her anticipation growing at the thought of it inside her.

“Ah… Jeongyeon… you’re slacking… still haven’t made me come,” Leo teased, grabbing her hair and thrusting her face against his groin.

“Oh… ugh… ohh…” Jeongyeon’s eyes rolled back as Leo’s tip hit her throat repeatedly, a mix of nausea and a perverse thrill overwhelming her.

When her face paled from the intensity, Leo finally slowed, pulling out with glistening strands connecting his tip to her lips.

“Cough… cough… ugh…” Jeongyeon gagged, saliva dripping everywhere.

As her coughing subsided, Leo lifted her onto the sofa where the trio had just indulged. Propped on her elbows, legs spread wide, her slick lips glistened invitingly.

Jeongyeon smiled at Leo. “Oppa… come on!” Feeling her wetness, Leo knew the foreplay was done—it was time for the main course.

He climbed onto the sofa, pulling Jeongyeon into his arms. One hand kneaded her perky breasts while the other lifted her leg, guiding his shaft fully into her tight passage. As he thrust, Jeongyeon, overwhelmed by pleasure, wrapped her arms around his head, kissing him passionately, their tongues entwining.

The two pairs filled the room with their fervor, each demanding more from the other. Jeongyeon and Jihyo’s moans rose and fell, as if competing to outdo each other, spurring the men to thrust harder and the women to moan louder.

The cacophony of gasps, moans, curses, and lewd talk echoed for nearly an hour before subsiding.

Jihyo, now naked and panting heavily on a wooden bench, seemed to be catching her breath.

Leo and Jeongyeon, however, were still at it, now with Leo lying flat on the sofa, legs dangling off, and Jeongyeon riding him. One hand braced on his chest, she moved her hips rhythmically, stoking her rising desire.

Rock supported Jeongyeon’s arm for balance, his other hand fondling her modest breasts, switching sides occasionally. Jeongyeon, in turn, stroked Rock’s shaft, circling his tip with her palm.

“Ahh… Jeongyeon… move faster… so good… never thought… you’d be this wild… ugh… don’t stop,” Leo groaned, hinting at something about seeing her on TV. Sensing a sensitive topic, Jeongyeon gyrated harder to distract him.

It worked—Leo, lost in pleasure, forgot his train of thought, craving more.

“Ahh… ugh… mmm… ohh,” Jeongyeon moaned for another ten minutes, her body rising and falling, servicing both Rock’s shaft and her own dripping core, climaxing repeatedly.

Finally, after her umpteenth orgasm, Leo released a torrent of hot seed deep inside her.

As soon as Leo finished, Rock took his place. They swapped positions swiftly under Jeongyeon’s gaze.

Rock lay where Leo had been, and Jeongyeon resumed her frenzied hip movements, her core devouring his rigid shaft.

After a while, Rock lifted her long legs upward, Jeongyeon leaning back against him, her feet crossed in the air, meeting his relentless thrusts.

Rock held her hand gripping her rear, his other hand caressing her thigh, unable to let go.

Jeongyeon felt Rock’s searing shaft pumping inside her, no less intense than Leo’s, her body temperature soaring as she rode waves of pleasure and pain.

Nearby, Leo approached Jihyo, who had been watching and touching herself. “Stop that—my tool’s better,” he said, presenting his softened shaft.

Jihyo grabbed it, stroking until it hardened again. “There, it’s ready,” she said, licking it a few times.

Feeling her own dripping need, Jihyo lay back on the bench. “Leo, come on—I want it!” Her legs spread, hands on her chest, she looked irresistible.

Leo hoisted her right leg over his shoulder, standing before her, one hand on the bench, the other holding her leg. “Ah… go slow… not like Rock,” Jihyo cautioned.

“Ha, I’m not Rock, that musclehead who only goes for the back and doesn’t stop till his partner’s out cold,” Leo retorted, easing his tip into her lips.

The sensation made him pause briefly before sliding deeper under Jihyo’s gaze, stopping only when he hit her core, leaving just his sac outside.

As Leo’s thrusts quickened, Jihyo, true to her idol nature, began a seductive melody of moans.

Meanwhile, Jeongyeon and Rock had moved to the floor. Rock knelt, leaning back, arms braced behind him. Jeongyeon mirrored him, her legs straddling his, their bodies joined tightly.

Her gasps and moans were frantic, her flushed face drunk with pleasure. As her hips rose and fell, it was clear Rock was taking her rear passage, his thick shaft stretching her limits.

“Oh… god… ugh… Rock… too… thick… it’s… splitting me,” Jeongyeon whimpered, but her cries only quickened their pace.

Under Rock’s relentless efforts, Jeongyeon’s moans—part anguish, part ecstasy—continued until his shaft erupted inside her, finally stopping.

Rock, shaking as he finished, withdrew reluctantly, watching as Jeongyeon, rear raised, leaked his essence, panting heavily on the carpet. He grinned and headed toward the other battlefield.

Leo and Jihyo’s intense encounter continued. “Leo, hold up—I’m joining,” Rock called, turning their duo into a trio.

Rock lay beneath, Jihyo reverse-riding him, hands braced on the bench, legs spread to welcome both men. Leo knelt above, one hand on her leg, the other fondling her full breasts, occasionally slipping fingers into her mouth.

Like a sandwich, Jihyo was caught between them, both her passages filled—Leo in her tight core, Rock in her rear. She felt her body stretched to its limits.

The orgy continued until morning, moving from Jihyo’s bedroom to the living room, then to Jeongyeon’s bedroom, leaving traces of their passion throughout the suite.

By dawn, Jeongyeon and Jihyo, sore but sated and refreshed, left the suite, leaving two exhausted men behind.

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count-on-mi · 9 days ago

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Shark (Sana, Tzuyu)

The same outfit on Sana and Tzuyu showcased entirely different seductive charms. Their slender figures, proud busts, perky hips, and fair, delicate collarbones each took on a unique allure due to their distinct temperaments and appearances. Tzuyu’s pure face, paired with her sexy S-shaped figure, exuded a mature sensuality unique to a blossoming young woman with every gesture. Sana’s smile, accented by dimples on both cheeks, carried a flirtatious glint in her eyes, blending sweetness with an enchanting allure. For a moment, it was a true contest of spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each shining in their own right, impossible to judge.

“Let’s go have a couple of drinks,” I said, rising and wrapping my arms around the waists of these two beauties, leading them to the mini bar at home. Though called a mini bar, its setup rivaled any outside establishment, stocked with a full array of liquors, complete with two private booths and a large sectional sofa that could seat thirty people.

“What would you like to drink?” I asked, opening the cabinet while the two sat at the bar counter.

“I’ll have that cocktail you made last time,” Sana said, gesturing with her fingers toward the rainbow cocktail from before.

“I’ll take brandy,” Tzuyu replied, a hint of shyness in her voice.

I deftly set to work preparing the drinks. “Coming right up.”

Soon, two glasses were placed on the counter, one for Tzuyu and one for Sana, who sipped them slowly. I poured myself a brandy and sat between them. Soft music played in the mini bar as the three of us formed a triangle around the round bar table’s sofa.

I found myself captivated, my gaze wandering over their bodies. Sana caught my stare, a knowing flicker in her eyes, and smiled playfully, asking, “Oppa, between me and Tzuyu, who looks better in this outfit?”

Tzuyu, hearing the topic, lifted her head, her bright eyes fixed on me, as if awaiting my verdict. I knew comparing them in the same outfit wouldn’t be easy, though it felt a bit trivial. Still, I devised a way to dodge the question for now.

“Both of you, stand up and walk a few steps in the dance floor in the middle. Let me see,” I said, pointing to the bar’s dance area.

Tzuyu and Sana exchanged a glance. As Twice members, each had their pride, unwilling to lose in this arena, their eyes sparking with competitive fire, ready for a showdown.

“Who goes first?” Sana turned to Tzuyu.

“Unnie, you go first,” Tzuyu replied humbly.

Sana stepped onto the dance floor first, moving to the rhythm of the soft music, her slender frame swaying as she walked with cat-like grace from one end to the other. Step by step, she embodied a coquettish beauty, pausing occasionally to strike provocative poses. Tzuyu, noticing my attention drawn to Sana’s elegant moves, frowned slightly, her nostrils flaring.

“Hmph,” Tzuyu huffed softly. I turned to see her step onto the dance floor. Sana stepped aside, watching quietly as Tzuyu mimicked her earlier moves, tossing her long black hair with her hand, letting it cascade in the air. Seeing Tzuyu begin to outshine her, Sana rejoined the dance floor, and the two moved back and forth in straight lines, striking sexy poses in unison, sometimes resting hands on each other’s shoulders for dual poses. Dressed in the same outfit, their synchronized movements gave off an almost twin-like vibe.

Watching Sana and Tzuyu’s special stage performance, my mind flashed to some of their ad photos. After a six-to-seven-minute show, they returned to their seats, their eyes once again on me, clearly awaiting my judgment!

I silently compared them. Tzuyu’s figure was slightly better than Sana’s, her hips more pert, but Sana’s deeper cleavage and fuller breasts drawing my gaze irresistibly. Coming from a business family, Sana knew how to play to her strengths, leaning forward naturally to reveal her deep cleavage, making my throat dry. Tzuyu, having been around me for some years, had learned to highlight her assets and downplay her weaknesses.

“Oppa, so who looks better in this?” Sana leaned in, grabbing my hand and pressing it firmly against her ample chest, holding it there while cooing, “Oppa, Oppa,” in an increasingly sultry tone. Seeing Sana’s bold move, Tzuyu refused to back down, climbing onto my lap, guiding my other hand around her slim waist, her firm buttocks grinding against my crotch.

“Oppa, who looks better?” Tzuyu asked, her bright eyes locking onto mine.

With one beauty in my arms and another offering her chest, the symphony of their voices felt like paradise.

“Both of you look stunning. Sana’s got that sweet, sexy vibe, while Tzuyu’s got a pure, sensual charm,” I finally managed after some thought.

“Tch,” they both pouted, realizing no further verdict would come from me, and called a truce.

I wrapped my right arm around Tzuyu’s hourglass waist, slowly exploring through her clothes, bending to kiss her alluring fair collarbone. “Tzuyu, you’re absolutely breathtaking!”

“Oppa!” Sana whined jealously from the side.

“Yes! Yes, yes! And our Sana too!” I withdrew my hand from her chest, pulling her into my other arm, seating her on my other leg, and showered kisses on her ears, behind them, her tender neck, and collarbone.

After a dozen or so kisses, I gazed at the two young women perched on my legs—equally stunning faces, seductive figures, and flawless, tender skin. The brief stage performance had left them slightly sweaty, their natural scents mingling with their perfumes, creating an intoxicating aroma.

In this small space on the sofa, the blend of their fragrances stirred a restless heat in my lower abdomen, igniting a forbidden desire.

After kissing Sana, I turned to kiss Tzuyu’s red lips and exposed chest, leaving her breathless. As Sana, dazed from my kisses, felt the attention shift, a flicker of jealousy sparked. She rose from my lap, climbed onto the round table ahead, and devised a plan.

Watching Sana guide my free hand into her mouth, gently sucking and licking, then trailing down her chest to slip under her skirt, I was shocked to find only a thong beneath. With her guidance, a slight tug allowed my fingers to slide into the delicate crease between her labia.

Sana tilted her head back, and as she directed, my fingers moved slowly within her, her sensitive vagina responding with lubricating fluids after dozens of strokes. Overwhelmed by pleasure, her moans grew incessant, deep and enticing, like praise and an aphrodisiac. My fingers slid in and out of her slick warmth, feeling the tight, hot walls, occasionally grazing her G-spot, causing her body to shudder, her juices dripping down my hand onto the table, forming a glistening puddle. I increased the pressure, using my middle and ring fingers to delve deeper, twisting to tease her sensitive spots, her moans escalating: “Ah… Oppa… so… good…”

Sana’s teasing ignited a fierce desire in me, my groin swelling painfully. Tzuyu, perched on my lap, felt my erection against her thigh and spurred by Sana’s lead, her competitive spirit flared. Skillfully, she unbuckled my belt, deftly freeing my engorged penis from my pants. Kneeling between my legs, she extended her pink tongue, delicately licking the tip as if savoring ice cream, then opened her mouth wide, engulfing the head, her tongue swirling around the ridge, occasionally sucking gently, sending waves of pleasure through me. Her head bobbed up and down, producing “slurp slurp” sounds, saliva dribbling from the corners of her mouth, trailing down my thigh in a shiny line.

“Oh… Tzuyu… so… good… deeper… yes… just like that… keep going,” I groaned, reveling in the warmth of her mouth while my fingers continued exploring Sana’s depths, the dual sensations nearly overwhelming me. Tzuyu’s oral skills, honed over years, were masterful—her tongue danced along the shaft, sometimes grazing with her teeth for a sharp thrill. Her throat enveloped me, a faint gag escaping, yet she pressed on, speeding up, her hands gently massaging my testicles, driving me wild. Her tongue circled the tip, coating my penis in saliva with “slurp” sounds. As I felt a spasm building, I growled, “Tzuyu… I’m going to…” and released into her mouth, thick semen flooding her throat. She swallowed eagerly, some spilling from her lips, dripping onto her chest, staining her dress, a sticky residue lingering in her cleavage.

“Tzuyu, stop!” I pulled my slick penis from her mouth, panting, “Let me finish with Sana first, then I’ll get to you.” Tzuyu obediently retreated to a single sofa, wiping the semen from her lips with a hint of pride, waiting patiently, her hands clutching her skirt, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Sana, witnessing this, ignited with rivalry, huffing softly, wiggling her hips to urge me on.

I turned to Sana, withdrawing my fingers from beneath her skirt, holding them up—coated in her thick, translucent juices, warm and fragrant. “Look how wet you are. Time to take care of you properly,” I said, pulling her off the table, flipping her to lean over it. I hiked her skirt to her waist, revealing a black band like a tempting hula hoop, her snowy, pert buttocks clad only in a purple thong, the thin strip barely containing her firm flesh, her deep gluteal cleft exuding allure. Slowly peeling it off, I exposed her drenched vagina, labia slightly parted, inner pink glistening with moisture, an silent invitation, juices trickling down.

Gripping my throbbing penis, I aligned it with her entrance, easing in slowly. Her soaked vagina welcomed me, the head enveloped by her warm, elastic walls, feeling like a hot mouth. One hand pressed her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin, the other clutching her buttock as I advanced, savoring every inch of her textured depths. Fully sheathed, I began thrusting, starting gently then accelerating, the “smack smack” of flesh echoing, her buttocks quivering with each impact. Sana’s moans shifted from low to piercing, her usual clear voice reduced to raw desire. With varied paces, she whimpered “Ah… mm…”; hitting her cervix, she shrieked, “Oppa… too deep… ah!”; at full depth, she roared, “Oh… harder…”

“Sana, how’s that?” I panted, sweat dripping from my forehead onto her smooth back, tracing her spine to her cleft, mingling with her fluids.

“O… Oppa, ahhh… faster… ah… uh… I… aahhh,” Sana’s response was fragmented, lost in ecstasy. Her body trembled with each thrust, her vagina overflowing, juices streaming down her thighs, soaking my pants with warm stickiness. I intensified, driving deeper each time, her body jerking, hands clawing the table, nails scarring the wood. “Sana, look how wet you are? You’ve soaked my pants.”

“Oppa, don’t say that about me!” Sana propped herself up, face flushed, tears in her eyes, hair a messy tangle. “Isn’t this your fault? Ahh… harder… uh… ahh… fuck your… Sana to death.” Her taunting fueled me, and I slammed into her buttocks, my penis plunging faster, “slurp slurp” sounds rising, juices frothing white, splattering us both. Her walls contracted, nearly immobilizing me, and I growled, “Oh… Sana… squeeze… your hips… legs… tighter… ohh… god… ah… so good.” Her legs clamped my waist, toes curling, hips lifting, her vaginal muscles pulsing around me.

“Ahhh… Oppa… oh… I… gonna… cum,” Sana’s voice quickened, legs shaking, hips spasming in peak pleasure.

“Ah… no… Sana… hold on,” I tried delaying her climax, but she couldn’t, peaking before me. Her body arched, vagina convulsing, a hot stream gushing out, soaking the floor in a wide puddle, the scent intense. She collapsed on the table, panting heavily, juices dribbling down her thighs, pooling beneath.

I turned to Tzuyu, pulling her into my arms, kissing her red lips. Her soft, warm lips tasted of brandy; I probed with my tongue, entwining with hers, sucking her tip, savoring her saliva, occasionally tugging her lower lip. My hands slid under her skirt, lifting it to reveal pink lace panties, outlining her perfect hips, the center damp with her scent. Fingertips brushing the edge, her body quivered. “Our little maknae has grown up, huh? I remember the frog sergeant days, and now you’re this tempting?” I teased.

“Oppa!” Tzuyu pouted, cheeks blushing, a shy glint in her eyes, lips parting with warm breath.

“Okay, no more teasing! Come, Tzuyu, on the table,” I lifted her onto the table beside the resting Sana. Hoisting her legs over my shoulders, I thrust into her tight vagina with force. She cried out, “Oppa, gently… it hurts… ah!” Tighter than Sana’s, her entrance resisted, walls virgin-like, but her juices soon eased me in, “squelch” sounds rising.

Having watched our earlier encounter, her vagina was wet but the sudden entry pained her, brows furrowing. Adjusting, I held her legs high, thrusting rapidly, pulling down her straps to free her round breasts, nipples pink and erect like cherries under the light. I massaged them, thumbing her nipples, her body jerking with a “Ah…” moan, nipples hardening further, areolas expanding. “Tzuyu, have they grown bigger?” I marveled, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, breasts deforming under my grip.

“Not because of Oppa… ah… rub… ahh… bigger?” she gasped, breasts bouncing with my rhythm, nipples reddening from friction.

“Yes! I made them grow! Let’s rub more to outdo Momo!” I laughed, kneading harder, breasts spilling between my fingers, nipples tugged, eliciting soft moans, warmth rising.

“Ah… I don’t… uh… want… ahh… that big!” Tzuyu protested coyly, but her moans betrayed her pleasure, her vagina clenching me tighter, walls teasing my shaft.

Sana joined, wrapping an arm around Tzuyu’s neck, kissing her lips and collarbone, tongue flicking her earlobe, her other hand caressing Tzuyu’s breast, pinching her nipple for a sharp thrill. “Tzuyu, your lips are so soft,” Sana rasped, kissing her, breath hot.

“Sana unnie, oh…” Tzuyu began, cut off by Sana’s kiss. Their passion deepened, tongues intertwining, saliva exchanging with “pop pop” sounds, dripping onto Tzuyu’s collarbone. Sana’s hand slid to Tzuyu’s crotch, rubbing her clit through her panties, intensifying Tzuyu’s tremors, her vagina gripping me tighter, juices flowing, soaking her underwear.

The battle moved to the sofa, Tzuyu kneeling, cupping her full breasts around my penis. Soft and elastic, her deep cleavage enveloped me warmly, flesh smooth. She pushed upward, tightening the grip, nipples brushing my tip, sending shivers. Slowly, rhythmically, she spat warm saliva into her cleavage, lubricating with “squelch” sounds, breasts jiggling, nipples hardening, areolas widening.

“Oppa… like it?” Tzuyu looked up, eyes teasing, voice sultry, hair framing her chest seductively. She sped up, squeezing harder, cleavage nearly swallowing me, tip glistening. Pausing, she licked the head, tongue circling the ridge, sucking the slit, then resumed, breasts syncing, nipples grazing my base, electric jolts surging. She parted them briefly, then clamped back, mimicking penetration, driving me wild, saliva and sweat mixing with “slurp slurp” sounds.

I grabbed her hair, pressing down; she complied, taking me in, mouth and breasts combining, doubling the ecstasy. Her tongue danced inside, breasts moving, fluids blending, nipples scraping me sharply.

“Ready for another round.” I withdrew from her cleavaget. “Sana, come lick me, get me ready.”

Sana knelt, gripping my base, tongue lapping the head, taking me in, cleaning residual semen with “slurp” sounds. Opening wide, she deep throated me, throat muscles contracting, “gargle gargle” rising, saliva dripping onto the sofa. After minutes, my penis was slick and rigid.

I pulled out, drew Tzuyu close, flipped her onto the sofa. Her head against the edge, legs over my shoulders, I re-entered her tight warmth. “Uh… Oppa… ahh… oh… so good… ahhh… harder…” she moaned, vagina clenching, walls teasing me.

“Tzuyu… you’re… incredible,” I praised, thrusting fiercely, hitting her cervix, her body arching, screaming, “Ahhh… Oppa… faster… ah… more…” Her head thrashed, hair wild, sweat dripping, breasts flattened against me.

“Uh” “Ah” we climaxed together, semen flooding her, juices mixing, soaking the sofa. Withdrawing, Sana seized my penis, licking while rubbing it against her nipple, indenting it red.

Lost in lust, Sana stroked me frantically, fingers deftly working my base, thumb pressing below the tip, waves of pleasure building.

“Oppa, I’m ready. Come?”

Erect again, Sana lay on another sofa, legs spread, one hand on her chest, the other rubbing her clit, beckoning. Her labia were wet and red, clit quivering, juices dripping.

“Come! Oppa, want more here?”

“Oh! Our Sana’s insatiable today?”

“Oppa! Hurry!” Sana parted her lips, revealing her pink depths, fluids seeping.

“Here I come!” I thrust my hips forward, driving my penis deep into Sana’s core. The fullness in her honey pot drew a long, drawn-out “uh” from her, her face glowing with satisfaction. Her moans rose and fell with my movements—sometimes soft and melodic, sometimes sharp and high-pitched, shifting between cries and roars, echoing through the room.

As I thrust, I reached to knead her breasts, my thumb rolling over her nipple. Her body trembled, honey spilling out continuously, streaming down her thighs and soaking the sofa. Her breasts deformed under my hands, nipples hardening from the stimulation, areolas expanding with an enticing red flush. I shifted her position, laying her on her side with one leg raised to shoulder height, entering from the side. The angle drove my penis deeper, hitting her cervix, and she cried out louder: “Ah… Oppa… too deep… ah…” Her voice carried a sob, her long hair clinging messily to her face, sweat trickling down her forehead. I gripped her buttock with one hand, nails digging deep into her soft flesh, leaving red marks, while the other hand pinched her nipple, tugging hard to blend sharp pain with intense pleasure. In my fierce thrusts, her inner walls contracted, numbing my penis, honey churning into white foam that splashed onto my abdomen and her buttocks, the “smack smack” of our impact resounding, our union so slick it nearly slipped out of control.

Sana soon climaxed again, her honey gushing like a spring and soaking the sofa. Her body arched sharply, her legs trembling as her inner walls convulsed, clenching my penis tightly. Her breaths came in ragged, husky gasps, laced with an enticing allure. She collapsed, her buttocks still quivering faintly, honey trickling slowly down her inner thighs, dripping onto the sofa to form a small, sticky puddle. I turned to Tzuyu, who had already crawled up from another long sofa. She braced herself with both hands, her hips slightly raised, and moved toward the bar, glancing back with a seductive look in her eyes. Her gaze was provocative, her long hair swaying gently with each step, the hem of her skirt lifting to reveal her pale thighs. She climbed onto the bar, propping herself with one hand while leaning to the side, fully exposing her exquisite form. Her breasts hung slightly due to the pose, nipples erect, and with her other hand, she beckoned me, her voice soft and alluring: “Oppa, come here?”

I approached and pressed her into a ninety-degree bend, her long legs lifted high, toes nearly touching the bar’s edge. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them firmly, my fingertips sinking into the soft flesh as her breasts spilled out between my fingers. Her nipples hardened further under the stimulation, glowing with a pink hue. My penis slid back into her warm, wet honey pot, her inner walls gripping me tightly, emitting “slurp” sounds as honey flowed from our union, dripping onto the bar and releasing a strong, intoxicating scent. Tzuyu moaned, “Ah… Oppa… so deep… harder…” Her voice trembled, her buttocks quivering with each of my thrusts. I picked up the pace, slamming against her hips, the crisp “smack smack” of our contact ringing out, her flesh turning a rosy red. Her body shook, honey streaming down her thighs, dripping onto the bar in a string of glistening droplets. I leaned down to bite her collarbone, leaving faint red marks, and her cries grew louder: “Ah… Oppa… I’m going to…” Her head thrashed side to side, hair disheveled, sweat sliding down her neck.

I flipped her over, laying her on her back with her legs resting on my shoulders, driving my penis even deeper to hit her most sensitive spot. She clutched the bar’s edge, nails digging into the wood and leaving shallow scratches. Her head whipped back and forth, her orgasmic cries filling the room with a lewd atmosphere: “Ah… Oppa… too deep… ah…” Her breasts swayed with the motion, nipples standing erect against the air, areolas expanding with excitement. Feeling myself nearing my limit, I thrust harder, my hips crashing against her buttocks with “smack smack” sounds, and ejaculated inside her. Thick semen mixed with her honey, flowing out from our union, drenching the bar and leaving a sticky stain. As she climaxed, her body convulsed, legs instinctively tightening around my waist, honey spraying onto my thighs.

After a brief rest, I pulled Sana over. She had regained some energy, her cheeks still flushed, and knelt willingly to give me oral. Her tongue danced skillfully over my penis, circling the ridge and sucking the remaining semen, producing “slurp” sounds as saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, falling to the floor. Once I hardened again, I pushed her onto the bar, lifting one leg to its limit, her knee nearly touching her chest, and entered from the side. Her honey pot, hypersensitive after her climax, made her moan, “Oppa… slow… ah…” her voice breaking, but I didn’t stop, thrusting hard as my penis moved in and out of her slick walls, creating “slurp slurp” noises. Her hands gripped my arms, nails digging into my flesh and leaving red marks, honey flowing from our union, soaking her buttocks and inner thighs, dripping onto the bar.

Tzuyu joined in, kissing my lips, her tongue probing into my mouth to tangle with mine, her hands rubbing my chest, fingertips grazing my nipples with a tingling sensation. I thrust into Sana with one hand while fondling Tzuyu’s breasts with the other, kneading them as my thumb rolled over her nipple, eliciting soft moans from her. The three of us entwined, and Sana climaxed again, her honey pot contracting violently, numbing my penis as honey sprayed onto my hand. Her hoarse voice cried out, “Ah… Oppa… I… I’m going to…” I shifted to Tzuyu, pressing her down to ride me. She moved up and down eagerly, her honey pot enveloping me tightly, her inner folds rubbing against my penis. I spanked her, the handprint reddening her pale skin, and she moaned, “Ah… Oppa… so good…” Her breasts bounced before me, nipples erect, sweat trailing down her chest.

I had Sana lie on Tzuyu’s back, stacking the three of us together. I thrust into Sana from behind, hitting her deepest point, while reaching down to rub Tzuyu’s clitoris, my fingertips pressing her sensitive spot. Both women climaxed simultaneously, their moans filling the room as honey soaked my hand and the carpet. Unable to hold back, I ejaculated deep inside Sana, my semen shooting into her depths. She let out a loud cry and collapsed, exhausted, onto the sofa.

Sana and Tzuyu leaned in, each licking my ears and neck—Sana’s tongue gliding over my earlobe with a tingling sensation, Tzuyu’s lips gently nibbling my neck, leaving wet traces. I pulled them to the carpet, where Tzuyu lay prone, her hips raised high. I entered her from behind, thrusting deep, and she screamed, “Ah… Oppa… too deep…” Her voice quivered, her buttocks trembling under my impact. Sana knelt before her, letting Tzuyu lick her, her tongue deftly working Sana’s labia, sliding along the crevice with “slurp” sounds, honey dripping from her chin to the floor. As I thrust into Tzuyu, watching this scene aroused me further, her buttocks reddening with each hit. Sana’s moans drove me wild: “Ah… Tzuyu… so good…” I switched to Sana, sliding into her slick honey pot, and she shouted, “Oppa… fuck me to death…” Her walls gripped me tightly, honey foaming and splashing everywhere.

Every corner of the room bore our marks—the sofa, bar, and carpet reeked of honey and semen, the air thick with the scent of sex. Sana’s swollen honey pot, lips slightly turned out, begged for more as she braced herself on the carpet, hips raised, honey seeping from the crevice and dripping to the floor. Tzuyu’s breasts, reddened from my kneading, nipples erect, she knelt to clean my penis, her tongue licking every inch, sucking residual semen with “slurp” sounds. I ejaculated into them repeatedly, and they climaxed again and again, honey soaking the carpet, mingled with semen, leaving a sticky, dizzying stain.

Finally, I had Sana and Tzuyu kneel together, hands braced, buttocks open to me, their clits wet and red, exuding an enticing scent, lips slightly parted, honey seeping out. I stood behind them, alternating thrusts into their warm, wet interiors, “smack smack” sounds ringing out, honey foaming and splashing onto their buttocks and my thighs. They kissed, tongues entwining, saliva dripping from their mouths onto her collarbone with “pop pop” sounds. The sight drove me nearly mad—Sana’s honey pot tightened, her folds rubbing my penis, Tzuyu’s moans grew louder, her husky voice seductive, her walls seeming to suck me in. I finally ejaculated into Sana again, semen shooting deep inside, and she cried out, collapsing as honey flowed down her thighs, dripping to the floor. Tzuyu followed with her climax, honey spraying my thigh, her body trembling, breaths ragged. The three of us collapsed on the carpet, sweat and fluids mingling. The room filled with a heavy scent until, exhausted, we embraced and fell asleep at dawn.

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