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Chapter 19
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 03:49:04 +0000 UTCIn the next stall, Min Chodan gripped his shaft tightly, his strokes erratic and desperate as he listened to the wet, obscene sounds coming from just beyond the thin partition. The rhythmic gagging, the deep, hungry slurps—it all sent a shiver down his spine, straight to his aching cock. His breath came in short gasps, his body trembling with the illicit thrill of it all. He wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but the sound of his girlfriend choking on another man’s thick cock was driving him insane with lust.
His pace quickened, his fist pumping furiously as he imagined the scene playing out on the other side of the wall. Choi Bakha, on her knees, drool dripping down her chin, eyes wide and teary as she struggled to take Travis’s length deeper and deeper. The thought alone had him teetering on the edge, his body tightening as pleasure coiled hot in his gut.
With a strangled gasp, he came, his release spilling over his fingers, hot and messy. His chest heaved as he stared down at himself, watching the sticky evidence of his lust drip down his knuckles. And then, like a brick to the face, the clarity hit.
' What the fuck am I doing? ' The thought slammed into him, shame curling in his stomach like a cold fist.
His pulse still pounded in his ears, his breathing ragged, but a gnawing guilt clawed its way into his chest.
But then—he heard it.
A deep, guttural groan from Travis, followed by Choi Bakha’s slurping growing even louder, even filthier. The wet squelch of her mouth working eagerly around him, the faint moans escaping between sucks—God, it was addictive. His cock twitched, betraying him, hardening once more despite the lingering haze of guilt.
Like Sisyphus, doomed to roll his boulder up the hill only to watch it tumble back down, Min Chodan sighed, wiped himself off as best as he could, and wrapped his fingers around his shaft once more.
And so, the cycle continued.
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Back with Travis and Choi Bakha…
“Cum inside my mouth—” she purred, barely finishing her sentence before taking him back between her lips with reckless urgency, nearly chipping a tooth from the sheer speed of her movements.
“Alright… then drink it.”
Choi nodded in obedience, her lips sealing snugly around his monstrous girth, which she had grown accustomed to worshiping. She threw her head back and forth with wild fervor, her messy hair flinging about, spit flying from her lips and landing on her chin, neck, and even his legs. The room was filled with the wet, lewd sounds of her relentless sucking, her devotion evident in every motion.
Her hands clutched his bloated balls, caressing them with reverence, eager to extract every last drop of his seed. She hollowed out her cheeks, intensifying the suction as if she were trying to drain his very soul. Every swirl of her tongue, every stroke of her lips was a testament to her hunger for him. Her body trembled, driven by a deep, primal need.
“Fuck yeahhh…” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.
She focused on the sensitive head, swirling her tongue around it in rapid circles, teasing and tormenting him until his cock throbbed wildly against her tongue. The heat of his length grew hotter, veins bulging as the moment of release arrived—
With a deep, guttural grunt, he erupted.
Thick, viscous spurts of cum shot into her mouth, flooding her tongue in overwhelming waves. Choi’s eyes widened in shock as her cheeks bloated, her mouth struggling to contain the sheer volume of his load. Some of it slipped past her lips, dribbling down her chin in milky trails, but she quickly adjusted, swallowing desperately.
Gulp.
The salty, potent taste coated her throat as she swallowed again and again, gulping him down with insatiable thirst, as if she had been stranded in a desert and was finally drinking her first drop of water in days.
“Drink it all—”
Cloudy strands of saliva hung from her lips, still connected to his pulsing shaft as she continued her work, valiantly swallowing every last drop. Her lips were glazed in sticky, gooey semen, her throat convulsing as she forced herself to take it all. But eventually, her limits were reached.
With a gasping exhale, she pulled back, collapsing onto her haunches, chest rising and falling in rapid pants. The rest of his thick load spurted onto her face in messy, dripping strands, smearing across the bridge of her nose, dotting her forehead, her pink lips, and even landing dangerously close to her eyes. Instinctively, she squeezed them shut, her expression a mixture of shock and delight as the warmth of his release coated her skin.
An unexpected facial, leaving her shivering in satisfaction, utterly defiled by the sheer volume of his seed.
“Holy shit… you made me cum so much,” he groaned, voice laced with amazement and exhaustion.
His grip tightened around his still-hard cock, jerking it above her face, watching as the last few droplets dripped onto her cheek. With one final adjustment, he aimed directly at her lips, and without hesitation, Choi obediently parted them once more.
A final, messy spurt landed at the roof of her mouth and along her nose, her tongue eagerly lapping up what she could. Silence filled the stall, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing.
The miasma of passion lingered between them, thick and intoxicating, enslaving them both.
' Man that felt great!! '
Travis jumped to the air and stayed there as a song began to play.
* Ocean man, take me by the hand
Lead me to the land that you understand
Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe Is a real trip *
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I'm joking
"Let's continue, shall we?" he said, his voice hushed and full of dark, calculated confidence. The words hung in the air between them, thick with tension. Choi Bakha gave him a sultry smile, impressed that he could still go on despite how completely she had drained him moments ago.
Her lips had pulled away from his body, but the heat of their connection still pulsed in the air, like a lingering touch.
She slowly rose from her knees, feeling a dull ache in her legs—her muscles were almost numb from the prolonged position. But she didn't show any sign of weakness, not when Travis was watching. As she stood, her gaze lingered on him—on the smirk playing across his lips, the glint in his eyes. She could tell that he was more than ready to take control once again.
Travis smiled, his eyes flicking toward the stall.
"Bend over," he ordered, voice rough with a hunger that made her pulse quicken. Without hesitation, Choi obeyed, bending forward to brace her hands on the cool, smooth wall.
Her body arched out, presenting her perky ass to him, the curve of her hips so inviting, it was as if it were made just for his hands.
Her breath came a little faster now, but she didn’t look back, knowing exactly what was about to happen. The anticipation made her body hum with excitement, her heart racing in time with the pounding beat in her chest. Travis moved closer, his presence like a shadow falling over her. She could hear the rustle of his clothes as he stepped forward, and the sound only made her more eager.
He didn’t waste time. With one fluid motion, he yanked her pants down, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her backside. He gripped her ass roughly, his fingers sinking into the firm flesh as he kneaded it, relishing its springy texture.
The pressure he applied to her body only made her ache for more. His hands explored every inch of her, molding her like clay, until she thought she might lose herself in the sensation.
Choi’s mind flickered to her boyfriend for a split second, but it was a fleeting thought, one she quickly pushed away. Her body was too far gone, too overwhelmed by the need for what Travis was offering.
She didn't care about anything but the heat building between them, the way his hands seemed to know exactly where to touch her to send sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
He tugged her panties down, and she gasped slightly as the cool air hit her exposed skin. Her body shuddered with anticipation as he slowly slid them down her legs. As he did, she could feel the slickness between her thighs, the evidence of how much she wanted this. A silver strand of her juices dripped down, a clear sign of her readiness, and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips.
Travis’s eyes darkened as he saw the evidence of her desire. He didn’t waste another second. His hand moved between her legs, his fingers brushing over the swollen lips of her pussy, feeling the warmth and wetness there.
The sensation of her slickness against his fingertips made him growl low in his throat.
'Man, she's wet as hell,' he thought, feeling the flood of arousal that coursed through him. He didn't need to tease her any longer.
Instead, he took his cock in hand, rubbing it against her wet folds, letting the heat of her body guide him as he slid against her soft skin.
The friction was intoxicating, making his pulse race, his body reacting to hers instinctively. He could feel her body tense, then relax, as she gave herself over to the moment, to him.
TO BE CONTINUED
