Clap - 52

After letting out a sharp moan, Jaemin couldn’t breathe. His vision flickered. His body convulsed as if struck by lightning. He couldn’t believe this sensation was pleasure. Masturbation was never this intense. This was pleasure bordering on violence.

“Haa, haa…”

Whether Jaemin was in a groggy state or not, Ichan began thrusting his genitals forcefully. His reason wavered at the inner walls softening and melting more with each strike to the prostate.

The deliciously ripened folds chewed on his genitals. When he pulled back, the inverted inner walls wept, as if asking why he was leaving so soon. How exquisitely charming. Ichan had no choice but to hurriedly plunge back inside.

Slap slap slap slap. Thud, slap slap, squelch squelch. The sounds of wet flesh hitting flesh, air escaping as the empty hole was filled, and lewd parts entangling were noisy.

“Ahng, heuk! Aung, ah, ah, ah!”

Jaemin shook his head frantically. Ichan’s genitals ravaging his back hole, Ihyun’s pheromones probing his nostrils, even the lewd sounds assaulting his ears. Not a single thing wasn’t tormenting.

Ichan’s fully erect genitals slid in and out between the white, soft buttocks. The thoroughly wet hole made the movement smooth. Occasionally protruding veins or the glans caught on the folds, but that provided its own stimulation.

Jaemin squeezed his eyes shut. Ichan was strong. He didn’t waste his thick, firm muscles. It felt like his insides were being pushed around by the genitals pounding deep inside. If even his buttocks, reddened from being hit by Ichan’s pelvis, felt good, was he going crazy?

“Heek, ah, heu… eo, eotteo, aung, ang, ah!”

Jaemin’s eyelashes trembled at the relentless waves of pleasure. Occasionally his eyeballs moved precariously, as if about to roll back.

Jaemin clearly felt his brain melting away. And not just his brain. His reason, mind, and thoughts too. They were being eroded, steeped in Ichan and Ihyun’s pheromones.

“Jaemin-ssi. Does it feel good?”

Ihyun, who had been happily watching Jaemin crumble in ecstasy, asked. Jaemin looked at Ihyun as he was jolted by Ichan’s force. It wasn’t to answer his question, but simply his eyes following the voice reflexively, as if strung along.

Finding it cute, Ihyun pulled Jaemin’s n1pple as praise. The n1pple caught in his fingertips was tantalizing. It would be nice if it were a bit bigger. What kind of drug should be used to make it grow?

“Heuk! Aheu, eung, eung, heuik, aeu-eut!”

Ichan’s hip movements gradually quickened. His deeply inserted genitals seemed to pound Jaemin’s heart. Then, when the hard glans split the prostate in half as it entered, Jaemin’s upper body jerked upright.

“Heuiii…ik.”

White, cloudy liquid spurted long and forcefully from Jaemin’s plum-colored genitals. It was his first ejaculation. It had been a very long time since he last ejaculated. He’d been too busy struggling with poverty to even have time to masturbate. So the aftereffects of the climax were doubled and redoubled.

A ringing sound, piiiii, echoed in his ears. For a moment his pupils hardened like those of a doll. But his heart was beating violently. His breath was short. It felt like his lungs would burst.

Jaemin’s genitals stood straight up, continuously extracting semen. His back hole, which was holding Ichan’s member, also tightened snugly.

“Ugh…”

Ichan’s eyes contorted at the stimulation. He paused his movement briefly and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Jaemin’s sticky semen was smeared on it. He had ejaculated so forcefully it had reached all the way there. Ichan licked it with a lewd smile.

“Heu…”

Jaemin trembled for quite a long time in the afterglow of ejaculation. Unfortunately, Ichan was not patient or considerate enough to wait for it. As the hole swelled round to expel the glans, Ichan pulled out his genitals, then at the right moment thrust his hips up forcefully.

“Heouk…”

Jaemin fell back without even being able to moan. The leg hooked over Ichan’s shoulder stiffened like a log. His groin trembled, and the force clenching his rear intensified.

Ichan stubbornly forced his way into Jaemin’s contracted rear. Jaemin opened his mouth wide and clawed at the blanket. His palm stung from the glass cuts, but he didn’t feel it. The prostate Ichan was pressing was such an overwhelming stimulation that he probably wouldn’t notice even if someone chopped off his head right now.