the handjob...
Rohit sat on the toilet seat in tense anticipation, while Seo-yeon's gaze lingered on the obvious tent straining against his jeans.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze.
"Are you sure?" Rohit asked, his voice edged with concern, but in reality he was losing patience.
Seo-yeon smiled brightly to reassure him. Seeing her determined, Rohit nodded.
Then, hesitantly, she reached for his zipper—but Rohit caught her hands.
"It won't work like that," he said, unfastening his belt himself. "You'll need to lower my pants." A faint smirk tugged at his lips before he added, "And I'd strongly suggest taking off your hoodie… unless you don't mind working up a sweat."
Seo-yeon nodded and rose to her feet. She slipped off her hoodie and hung it neatly on the stall's door hook. she was wearing a white top that had the face of a panda with big eyes where her nipples should be with a meme at below,"cute eyes."
Rohit raised his eyebrows but decided not to speak his mind. Out of all the tops, it was very bold of her to choose that type.
Seo-yeon bent down, settling between his legs. Her fingers gripped the edge of his jeans, and with a slow pull, she slid them down.
As the denim slipped down, his shaft sprang free, rigid and proud, the sudden release making her breath catch.
She gasped in awe, "So big…"
Initially she expected to be big but watching it for raw had exceeded her expectation so she couldnt help but blurt out.
The moment the words slipped out, she clapped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks blooming red like morning dew.
Rohit gave a helpless smile, though in his head he was smirking, Impressive, isn't it?
Her fingers trembled as they reached for it. The veins stood out, pulsing as if flaunting its monstrous strength.
She couldn't help but compare it to the blurred glimpses she'd seen of Asian men in censored films. So this… this is the real thing.
Smoothly shaved, thick, and rigid, it twitched with life, as if silently inviting her touch.
Just from the sheer sight, her knees grew weak. A shiver ran down her spine as the thought slipped in—'how could something this big even fit inside someone's hole?' Yes, she thought of the hole as she couldn't picture herself taking it fully, whether with her lips above or the ones below.
She moved her hands with a trembling, unhurried pace. It felt good—hard, warm, and alive—the moment her fingers closed around his length.
With a gentle slide downward, his pink foreskin peeled back, revealing him fully.The only thought that flickered in her mind was 'how… cute' it looked.
urgh!
A soft groan from Rohit snapped her focus upward. His friendly smile remained, but his eyes had darkened, hazy with pleasure, like an addict lost in a high.
A sly smile tugged at her lips. She was in control now.
With every slow stroke, she savored the shiver in his breath. The unrestrained moans spilling out of him felt like rewards for her touch.
On the other hand, Rohit was floating on cloud nine.
At first, it had been amusing to see how nervous she was. But as time passed, something within her shifted, changing everything. A mischievous spark lit her eyes—gone was the timid look, replaced by a confidence so striking it was hard to believe this was her first attempt.
Her gaze, her expressions—like that of a succubus—spoke of a silent oath to milk him dry. She grew so eager that one hand wasn't enough. With both hands sliding up and down, her strokes became relentless.
Her soft hands, her tender grip, were weaving charms of magic; but the rhythm she chose, so quick, could end the show in tragic.
Her boobs bounced, maybe no more than a palm, swayed beneath her clinging top, each motion hinting at the passion simmering beneath her calm.
With every increase in speed, he felt himself losing his mind.
It wasn't the first time he had received a handjob, but the oil he had applied earlier was now showing its effects. It had sharpened every sensation, heightening his tension until he felt it tenfold.
Fortunately, the oil was meant to help him release later, but he doubted how much longer he could possibly hold on.
He needed to act fast, so he chose the best option he could.
Feigning a sharp pain, he murmured, "Ah… it's hurting a bit," hoping to break her trance.
Seo-yeon frowned and immediately let go. Was she not doing it right?
Earlier, she had felt the veins stretching, expecting an outburst as dramatic as in the hentai she had seen. But seeing him wince in pain not only dampened her excitement, it also brought a tinge of guilt.
"Are you alright? Was my grip too rough?" she asked softly.
Rohit nodded, giving her a reassuring look. "Nothing serious. Your grip was fine—just a little rough since it was dry. A slower pace will do."
She nodded, and this time took his shaft in both hands with a practised ease.
With a deliberate rhythm, she slid his foreskin up and down, savoring the feel of the veins beneath her touch.
Rohit, now back in control, kept his composed look, watching Seo-yeon give it her all. It was still hard to believe the prettiest girl in school, reputed for being shy, would give him such a lewd service with such dedication.
Minutes passed, and with no change in his expression, she began to feel a little bored. Still, she knew she was doing it right—his shaft had heated up, veins taut—but she hesitated to speed up after the earlier reaction.
Finally, her voice broke the silence, tinged with frustration and hesitation. "When… does this thing release?"