Chapter 122 – 122. Kim Ji-Young & Kwak Bo-Mi (13) Masturbating With a Bottle of Soju
“Empty your soju bottle and come in.”
-Gulp.
‘That bottle is full… Ha… Yes. It’s what I expected from the time I ordered Jiyoung to buy soju. It’s better to finish everything in one go…’
Bomi looked at the soju bottle being emptied according to Seongjae’s order to enter the room after giving a short command, swallowing saliva once and reaffirming her resolve as she saw the green glass bottle that had been emptied before she knew it.
Sungjae, who entered the room first, put the full-length mirror next to the closet on the floor and took out the tape that he often used to restrain Jiyoung’s body.
Ji-young, who threw away the soju and entered the room, looked at the mirror on the floor and flinched and handed over the empty soju bottle.
“Here it is. Master.”
“Huh. Take off your clothes and get ready.”
After giving a brief command, Seongjae placed the empty soju bottle handed over on the mirror placed on the floor and began fixing it with tape.
‘Ser, you’re telling me to do it from up there?!’
Bomi was shocked. It was because if she masturbated with a soju bottle fixed on her mirror, the shameful image of the soju bottle coming in and out of her pussy would be reflected in Seongjae.
“Are you afraid the mirror will break under your weight? Don’t worry. It’s a hardened mirror that won’t break even if you hit it with a baseball bat.”
‘Pup!’
Bomi, who cursed Sungjae for talking nonsense even though she knew she wasn’t worried about it, gnashed her teeth, took off her coat, her only outerwear, and hung it on her hanger, leaving the obscene liquid attached to it. I even took off my underwear.
‘Haa… You bastard.’
Bomi, naked without a single thread of her own, took a deep breath, held her heart once more, climbed onto her full-length mirror, knelt on her knees, and poked the spout of her soju bottle into her pussy. Tuned to
“Haha…”
Bomi let out a small moan at the touch of the cold, hard glass against her cunt, and as she slowly lowered her waist, Sungjae opened her mouth.
“For a moment. Jiyoung. Film it.”
“Yes?! Yes yes!”
Ji-young, who was looking at Bomi, who would receive the punishment she deserved, with her pitiful eyes, answered Seong-jae’s order in surprise and hurriedly picked up her smartphone and started filming her.
“Good. Start now. Just fill it up and it will be over, so work hard.”
Seeing her voice as if to patronize her, Bomi gnashed her teeth as she began swallowing the spout of the cold soju bottle into her cunt.
“It’s okay…”
Bomi lowered her buttocks as she let out a moan at the stimulation of her vaginal walls being scratched by the hard bumps on the lid, Bomi felt the touch of cold glass on her left and right mounds, and the long spout of the soju bottle opened. He realized that it was all inside his cunt.
‘Haa… Now… Just fill this bottle…’
Bomi, who was at a loss at the fact that she had to fill her 360ml bottle to the full, but knowing that nothing would change if she stayed still, glanced at Jiyoung, who put on her sad face and took a picture of herself on her smartphone. I looked at her and slowly started to move her waist.
She didn’t feel any pleasure as Bomi started moving her ass, but a small amount of love juice began to reflexively flow out to protect her vaginal walls, soaking the green glass and her cunt.
However, her amount was not enough, and even most of it flowed down the outside of the soju bottle instead of inside it.
Jiyoung, who was watching Bomi bouncing around with her bouncy breasts bobbing up and down and her loosely tied ponytail bobbing around on her smartphone, looked at the bottle of soju that showed no signs of being filled with a pitiful gaze and sighed inwardly.
‘Ah… Sister… What should I do…’
– Prick… Squeak…
Seongjae, who was sitting on her chair and enjoying the obscene sound of water ringing in her ears, saw Bomi shaking her hips on her thighs, and Jiyoung, who was looking at Bomi with anxious eyes, opened her mouth.
“Bomi seems to be getting excited because she doesn’t have any side dishes. I can’t show her porn, so Ji-young should have you as a side dish. Come on.”
‘A bar, a side dish! Whoa! That, then the master! Ha, but then my sister…’
When Ji-young, who knows what ‘side dish’ means, briefly agonizes between the joy of knowing that she can be eaten by Seong-jae and the guilt over Bomi who would get hurt after watching herself get eaten by Seong-jae, the pleasure of being eaten by Seong-jae Bomi, who didn’t want to see Ji-young panting, exclaimed urgently.
“Gwa, it’s okay! Bar, even if there is no side dish… Uh, I’ll fill it up soon!”
But Seongjae shook her head.
“No. It’s okay if you don’t hesitate. Masturbation while looking at something heats up faster than masturbation while imagining. What are you doing. Are you coming here?”
‘Sister… I’m sorry… I’m the master’s slave…’
“Haugh… Yes… Master…”
Ji-young, who apologized to Bomi in her heart and responded to Seong-jae’s urging, tried to ignore the pitiful gaze that was piercing her and moved on.
Seongjae said to Jiyoung, who stood in front of him.
“Look over there and lie down.”
Ji-young, who was lying on her back with her back to Seong-jae, lowered her head and looked at her floor to avoid making eye contact with Bomi, who was facing her.
Seongjae, who got up from her chair, guessed Jiyoung’s thoughts as she lowered her head and said with a smile.
“Go a little further.”
“Hasssss… Yesssss… I get it. Master…”
Ji-young, who answered with her body trembling, moved forward. She stopped her gear a bit towards Bomi who was masturbating to her with a bottle of soju on the mirror. But Sungjae was not satisfied.
“More. Go right in front of Bomi.”
“Ha ha… Yes eh…”
Jiyoung answered with a trembling voice and moved her body, which trembled just as much as her voice, right in front of Bomi.
“Ha ha… Ha ha…”
Seeing the green glass bottle in front of her and Ji-young moaning pathetically as she saw the moist pussy biting the spout of the bottle and moving up and down without stopping, Seong-jae smiled and brought his cock to the gaping pussy in front of her.
“Haha…”
Ji-young moaned as she felt the hot, hard cock that had brought her to climax several times, and would again make her gasp for climax, disappear in Ji-young’s mind. Her presence was filled with anticipation of her pleasure.
‘Papa, quickly! Why, why is the juice not coming out like this!’
Bo-mi, who didn’t want to see Ji-young moaning with her head lowered in front of her own nose gasping for the pleasure of her Seong-jae, but wanted to see it as briefly as possible, saw the bottle of soju that wasn’t even filled to the size of her fingernails. He groaned and moved her hips even harder.
However, despite Bo-mi’s efforts, the amount of liquid that flowed down the inside of her soju bottle did not change much, and Seong-jae’s huge cock entered Ji-young’s pussy.
– Jjigeouk
“Hyaaaaang!!!”
Even though it was just inserted, Ji-young’s excited sexuality broke Bomi’s heart. But that was only the beginning of her pain that Bomi would feel.
– Prick! Sizzling! Tsuguk! Poke!
“Hey! Lord, Master! Haha! Do you like my pussy!!! Haha!”
Accepting the cock that roughly rips through the vaginal wall, asking about the feeling of using her own pussy.
– Steamed! Tsuguk! Poke! Tsuguk!
“Haha! Lord, master!!! Haaang! My, thanks for using my pussy!!! Mandible! With the master’s huge cock! Haha, thank you for crushing my womb!!!”
Thank you for using your body.
“Hyaaaaang!!! Lord, with the master’s semen!!! No, please fill the slave’s womb!!!”
Zinc, begging for her semen, screaming, watched it and tore Bomi’s breasts masturbating with her bottle of soju into shreds.
‘Papa, quick!!! Why! Why don’t you come out like this!!! Why did it all flow out?
Bomi, who looked down at her own crotch while listening to her unpleasant sound, screamed at her soju bottle, which was still only about a knuckle full of her finger, and her love juice puddled around it.
Seongjae, who was chewing her cunt while enjoying the moist and chewy flesh of her cock, smiled at Bomi, who was frantically moving her hips while her eyes were blushing and her face was distorted. He pulled the tuft of her hair that was clinging to the back of Jiyoung’s neck.
“Hyaaaaang!!!”
Seongjae, who forcibly lifted Jiyoung’s head, who had her head down, smiled and opened her mouth to see Bomi wiggling her hips to fill her soju bottle as quickly as possible.
“Do you like the side dishes? How is it to see your beloved master panting obscenely like a bitch in heat? Can you fill it soon? It seems that the amount of chewing juice that comes out has increased, but…”
Her face, drool in zinc pleasure, forced up toward herself, with her eyes unfocused, her eyes wide open, and her tongue hanging out of her mouth, from which sweet, plaintive moans and copulations flowed. Bomi, who saw this, shed tears and screamed.
‘Dog bastard!!!’
Even though Bomi had put her heart into it, she wanted to tear and kill her Seongjae who went this far. However, in a situation where her weakness, which is Ji-young, was caught, all Bomi could do was endure her humiliation and beg.
“Haugh… Bar, no side dishes needed… Haha… That, so please let the master rest. Haha… I’ll quickly fill the soju bottle with the cum from my filthy cunt. That, so…”
Seeing Bomi earnestly pleading while lowering herself, Seongjae let her laugh and asked Jiyoung, who was panting while being eaten by her self.
“How is it that your slave speaks like that? Do you want to rest Or would you like to see more of you panting in heat?”
As soon as Seongjae’s question was finished, a sad cry erupted from Jiyoung’s mouth.
“Haha!!! More, please shove my slut pussy more clothes! Please allow my panting while being eaten by the owner to be used as a side dish for Bomi’s masturbation!!!”
