Across The Pornhwa Verse

Choi Bakha pulled down Travis's pants, revealing his almost-hard cock. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips as she drank in the sight of him, her fingers twitching with anticipation.

"You have quite the large member there… bigger than I remember any I've seen."

Her voice was husky, tinged with curiosity and hunger as she reached out, her fingertips brushing along the thick, throbbing shaft. The heat radiating from him made her breath hitch, and she curled her fingers around the base, feeling every pulse of desire that ran through him. Her whole body quivered, a deep ache pooling between her thighs as she prepared to take him in.

Choi cleared her throat, trying to steady herself, but the sensation of his weight in her hand had her tongue tingling with need. Slowly, she lowered her head, eyes fluttering shut as she parted her lips, her breath warm against his sensitive skin. The sheer size of him made her brows knit together—this was going to be more difficult than she had anticipated.

Stretching her jaw as far as it would go, she guided the swollen tip past her lips, the taste of salt and musk immediately coating her tongue. A deep, shuddering breath escaped her as her taste buds lit up, electrified by his heady essence.

Gauk! Slurrrp.

The sounds filled the silent bathroom stall as she struggled to accommodate him, barely managing to fit just the thick head inside her warm mouth. She whimpered slightly, her tongue pressing against the underside as she tried to form a response, only to remember that her mouth was currently occupied.

It smelled different, tasted intense—something she wasn't sure she liked but didn't want to stop either. Her panties were damp, a sticky heat pooling between her legs as her body reacted instinctively, preparing itself for what was to come.

Her movements were unpracticed, hesitant at first, but there was something undeniably eager about the way she bobbed her head, sliding her lips along the upper length of his shaft. Sloppy trails of saliva coated his skin as her tongue worked against the pulsing veins, her lips forming a tight, wet circle around him.

She wasn't experienced at this, but the way he twitched against her tongue, the way his breath hitched above her, told her she was doing just fine.

He loved watching as his thick length disappeared between her soft pink lips, vanishing into the warm depths of her mouth. Choi took her time at first, her tongue swirling experimentally around his head, testing the waters. A single strand of hair slipped in front of her face, and she quickly tucked it behind her ear before surprising him with a sudden, eager plunge.

She wasn't focusing on suction just yet—no, her priority was taking more of him, stretching her lips around his girth as she pushed forward, testing her limits. The sheer size had her throat constricting, her cheeks hollowing as she fought back a gag. A wet cough bubbled up in her chest, her face flushing with effort as she struggled to adjust. Her eyes watered, but she didn't stop. She wanted to take it all.

"Hmmmmm," he moaned, his deep voice vibrating through the air as his large hands came to rest atop her head. He could have palmed her skull completely if he wanted to, but for now, he simply let his fingers rest there, his touch both possessive and encouraging.

Choi could tell he loved it. That was enough to spur her on. She pulled back, inhaled sharply, then went down again, determination flickering in her damp, half-lidded eyes. This time, she didn't stop until the swollen, black head of his cock pressed past the tight entrance of her throat.

A strangled groan hummed from deep within her, a mix of pain and satisfaction as her airway struggled to accommodate him. Her fingers encircled his shaft, pumping what she couldn't fit, urging herself to take more while his low, appreciative groans fueled her hunger.

"This is so good," he praised, his voice thick with pleasure.

His words only made her more desperate. She picked up the pace, her head bobbing back and forth as her mouth worked him like a hot, slippery sleeve. The slick noises of suction and the occasional gurgle filled the air as she struggled against the urge to choke. His sheer size made breathing a challenge, but every time she managed a shallow inhale, she was rewarded with the intoxicating scent of him—musky, masculine, addictive.

It was strange, but knowing she was good at this—being told she was gifted at sucking cock—only made her wetter. The praise sent a thrill down her spine, making her bury her face deeper against his crotch, lips stretched wide as she did her best to swallow him whole. Her throat clenched around him every time she gagged, the involuntary spasms adding to his pleasure.

Slurp Gawk Slurp Gawk

None of her past experiences compared to this. His cock was simply too thick, too heavy, her jaw aching from the effort of trying to keep it snugly enclosed. Drool leaked from the corners of her lips, trailing down her chin in messy rivulets, but she didn't care. All that mattered was taking more.

Choi exhaled sharply through her nose, willing herself to stay down just a little longer, her throat stretched taut around his invading length. When she finally pulled back with a gasp, her lips were slick, her chin wet with spit and precum. A violent cough racked her chest, but even as she fought for air, her tongue darted out to flick over the sensitive slit at the tip, savoring the salty taste of his arousal.

Slurrrp

And then, without hesitation, she went back down for more.

The way her hands possessively clutched his balls made him feel like royalty, like she held his entire world in her grasp. Choi massaged them with reverence, rolling them gently in her palms, treating them like the most precious things on Earth. Every stroke, every squeeze sent shivers of pleasure up his spine, heightening the raw ecstasy coursing through his body. Meanwhile, her mouth remained wrapped around his throbbing cock, lips sealing tight as she worked him with a desperate, unrelenting hunger.

His grip on her hair tightened, fingers tangling in the silky strands as he guided her deeper, pushing her to take more. His deep voice rumbled with beastly grunts, the primal sounds vibrating through the air, mixing with the obscene, wet slurps echoing in the room. Each time she reached the limits of her throat, a muffled moan spilled from her lips, sending delicious vibrations up his shaft. The struggle only aroused her more—her slender thighs pressed together, rubbing subtly as her neglected clit throbbed in aching need.

"Fuck," he growled.

He had been sitting on the edge of her toilet seat for several minutes now, watching every second of her performance, mesmerized by the sight of her pretty lips gliding along his shaft. Choi switched things up, alternating between slow, sensual licks and broad, wet strokes of her tongue. Occasionally, she would pull back just enough to spit directly onto his cock, watching as the thick saliva trickled down his length, coating it in a messy sheen before she wrapped her hands around him and pumped in rhythmic motions.

Every technique she had learned, every skill she had honed—she was using it all now, unleashing everything she had in a desperate attempt to draw out his release. And it worked.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as his body tensed.

"I'm gonna bust," he announced, his voice rough with impending release.

Choi's eyes gleamed with excitement, her lips stretching into a subtle, satisfied smile around his shaft. This was exactly what she wanted.

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