The Kissing Booth
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By the middle of April, I had been in Korea four months and still hadn’t come close to getting any action with a girl—not that I had put much effort toward finding any. I was a bit scared to venture out of the foreigner pubs where other English teachers gathered every weekend night.
Also, I had heard mixed reviews from other guys about what it was like to sleep with a Korean girl. For one, you usually have to date for a while, they expect several romantic gestures beforehand, and when you finally do get to the bedroom, Korean girls are rather passive and boring during the ordeal. This is what I heard anyways. But I was willing to learn myself whether this was true. Also, my coworker, Mark, who had arrived in Korea the same day as me, was always giving me shit for not yet hooking up with a girl.
He was determined to help me break me out of my shell. Even though he was a brash bloke from London who never knew when to quit drinking for the night, or sometimes day, I was willing to listen to his advice. That’s how we ended up in a bar near Hooker Hill in the Itaewon neighborhood of Seoul.
For those of you who don’t know, the paid sex industry in Korea is ridiculously lucrative and diverse. There’s handjob rooms, blowjob rooms, massage parlors, singing rooms where you sing karaoke with prostitutes before you bang, “business bars,” and at the bottom of the list, where Mark wanted to start me on my sexual escapades through Korea, was kiss booths. These places were so lightweight that they were legal, because no actual prostitution takes place in them. The customer pays 25 bucks and goes inside a small room, then in walks a college girl who will sit and cuddle with you for the hour, basically pretending to be your girlfriend. And, as the name implies, the most one should hope for is to make out with the girl.
“Sounds lame,” I said to Mark after he explained it to me. “And a bit sleazy.”
“All sex is sleazy on some level. Do you wanna get laid, mate?”
“Yeah. But paying to kiss a chick is quite far from getting laid.”
“So then you’re just worried that it will be lame?” He knocked back the last of his beer and stared at me with his eyes wide, like he always does when he thinks he’s about to engage in intense debate.
I shrugged, “Okay, just lame.”
“Good. Now, all I told you was the idea behind them. The truth is, most of the girls will let you pull their tits out, if you buy them a couple of drinks and tip them. And they don’t care if you jerk off while making out with them.”
“You’re telling me I’m gonna be sitting in a booth where a guy was jerking off and blowing his load just ten minutes earlier?”
“There’s a bunch of paper towels and trash cans in those rooms. And air freshener too. Trust me, Koreans have the paid sex—ah, I mean, paid affection—industry all figured out.” He grinned as he began sipping his second beer, proud of how he had amended his words for my sake.
I looked around the bar. It was still hours before most people would be out, and there were only two other tables with people sitting at them. “So, that stuff happens in this bar?”
“I’ve been to them in this bar before. It’s the best one. See that girl in the corner?” He leaned low and pointed to a table where four beautiful Korean girls had been chatting the evening away while flirting with the bartenders whenever they walked by, which they did frequently. “The one standing up now?” He continued. “I got in a room with her, and she was quite frisky. She helped me jerk off twice in the hour I was in there. Trust me, she’s good. Go for it man. She’ll probably show up right now if you go back there. All you have to do is go around the corner in that hallway and pay the man in the back. You pay him ten dollars extra and the girl shows up with your drinks.”
The girl he was mentioning was definitely good looking. But I had my eye on the girl across from her.
“What about that chick though?” I said. “The one wearing red.”
The girl in red was the bombshell of the group, undeniably a ten in every aspect, with a compact frame, not a single hard edge anywhere on her body, and a full head of luscious curly hair.
Mark smirked. “She’s one of the booth girls too, but don’t even bother. I had her my first time, and I almost never went back to try kiss booths again because of her. She’ll barely make out with you. All the other girls are at least down for pulling their tits out. Just wait until she goes back there, then you’ll know you won’t get stuck with her.”
“So? Maybe I could just talk to her a while and get her number.”
“Come on man, be realistic. These girls only do this for the money—especially a girl like that.”
I thought about it a while, the whole idea of going back there. I had plenty of money in my pocket, and not too much in my past to be ashamed of. Why not give it a try?
“Alright,” I said. “But I want to do this right. Let’s go back to the apartment first.”
“Well said, mate! We’ll grab a few more beers on the way.” He patted me on the back. If only he knew what exactly I had in mind…
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When we got back to the club about two hours later, the place had picked up quite a bit, and I was ready to play my A-game. I had showered and shaved, put on a pressed shirt, and wore some cologne. I was looking as sharp as I possibly could.
All throughout the cab rides to and from the apartment, Mark had explained to me how to time my entrance to the kiss booth so that I ended up with the girl I wanted—watch for when she emerges from that hallway, assume she’s taking about a 20 minute break, then go back there, as long as the “blue balls” girl is missing—that’s how he referred to the girl in red. I nodded along with his instructions and used them to my advantage, to go into the game plan that I actually had for the night. Once we got to the bar, I waited for Mark to have a couple more drinks and lose track of me, otherwise he would have stopped me from the next step: wait for the girl in red to emerge from the back corner hallway, assume she was taking that 20 minute break, then go for it.
That’s right. Of course, I was gonna try to land in a room with the girl in red.
I waited for those signs to appear and did one last preparation. I brought a couple of drinks with me to the hallway, but the extra wasn’t for her; it was for the guy taking the money. He obviously spoke zero English, but he knew the language of accepting a generous token of gratitude. I turned and pointed back toward to room, at the steps where the girl in red had gone up.
“So beautiful, right?” I said to him. “Very beautiful.”
“Ha ha ha!” He nodded and took a gulp of his drink, then clinked his glass with mine. “Yeah, okay, okay!”
The room was a cozy space, with a clean looking couch, an abundance of scent sticks, and tissues. Some nice music even played for me as I waited. A couple minutes later, sure enough, I ended up with the girl in red, and my heart was sent into a flutter when I saw her up close and made eye contact with her for the first time. Wow. Even if all I could do was kiss her once, it was going to be worth the money.
“Hi,” She said with a slow, cozy allure. Right away, I could sense that her English was well practiced and she’d be easy to talk to. “I’m Jinny.”
“Hi. Tim. But what’s your Korean name?”
“Yoon Jin. But you can call me Jinny.”
“No, I want to call you by your Korean name. I mean, I’m trying to learn Korean, after all.”
“You are?” She sounded excited as she sat next to me, and her perfectly soft body was already pressing against my hand.
“Well yeah. That’s why I’m here, this is a room for practicing conversation, isn’t it?”
She laughed. “What do you mean?”
“The guy out there told me I could practice speaking Korean with you if I came back here.”
“Oh, okay!” She didn’t even flinch. Normally Korean girls get super shy in the presence of the slightest bit of awkward tension. But this girl had a rock solid confidence that any guy would admire. “I can help you with that. How much do you know?”
I had made it in under the radar—one of the most important tactics. After that, I hardly had to try. I’m a naturally funny guy, and Yoon Jin ate up every one of my jokes as I tried to repeat the Korean phrases she gave me then made fun of how hard her language was. It was obvious I didn’t actually want to learn Korean, but I don’t think she cared; she seemed ecstatic simply to have a guy flirt with her and play a bit hard to get rather than immediately shove his mouth on hers.
But was she simply playing a game of her own, to earn herself a returning customer?
I moved the conversation to more of a first date tone. She responded with heavy flirting and started petting my leg while tilting her head close to my shoulder. “So do you really not know what this room is for?” She asked.
“I know what it’s for,” I said, then looked at her hand on my leg like it was out of place. “I already said, it’s a conversation booth.”
“No!” She laughed and straightened up. We both could feel the sexual tension bubbling up, but I knew I couldn’t be the one to break it.
I leaned back and sipped heavily on my drink while we returned to a casual talk—where are you going to school, what are you studying, blah blah, where do you teach, why did you decide to come to Korea, blah blah. She seemed to be cracking, having entered the booth with so much expectation for me to be another guy who would look at her like a piece of meat and drool over her. Simply by being a normal dude, I was standing out remarkably from her usual work experience. When she asked me what I was drinking, then left for a moment and returned with two drinks for us, I knew I was in. I could at least get this girl’s number. Hell, if she never answered my call, I wouldn’t care; I had to try for real hookup, and I would have no regrets.
When she put her hand on my leg again, I was more receptive to her, and from there we fell into some insane flirting. She couldn’t resist me! “Don’t you want to kiss me?” she finally asked.
“Wow,” I said. “Hell yeah.”
“Okay.” She smiled in relief.
A minute later, I said, “This is the best conversation booth I’ve ever visited!”
“Stop!” She laughed. “That’s not what this is. Conversation booths aren’t even real.”
“Of course they are,” I said. “Look, I’ll prove it to you.” I took out my phone and showed her some stupid picture of me tutoring another Korean girl, with a bunch of books lying flat on a table. “That’s a convo booth in Gangnam. I pay good money to go there.”
She laughed even harder. It didn’t matter what I was saying; I was just working the push-pull tactics. And they were working. A minute later, she kissed me again, and I pulled her into me, played with her hair and grasped her waist a bit. The silky fabric of her dress, clung tightly to the softness of her skin—the perfume radiating from her neck—I was secretly horny as hell.
She breathed deeply as I stuck my tongue in her mouth, then broke away. “Don’t you want to know everything that you can do in this room?”
“Yeah,” I said.
She showed me a naughty smile, then retrieved her drink from the table, leaned near me again, and took a big swig from the cup so quickly that she spilled a large amount of it on my pants. “Oh no!” she yelped. Obviously the whole act was done on purpose. “I’m so sorry. Hold on.” She ripped a handful of tissues out of the box and started wiping my pants. The tissues soaked up a decent amount of the drink but quickly became useless, other than to be the reason for her to have her hands on me, where she slowly turned the patting motion into rubbing. A sensational rubbing that spread over my waist, and up and down my thighs, then back to where it mattered the most, where she began to grasp my throbbing cock through my pants. All the while, she gave me the hottest look possible, with her mouth hanging open, a daring innocence displayed perfectly in her eyes.
Don’t you want to fuck me? Her eyes seemed to whisper directly to me.
And mine probably said to her, Whoa, what’s about to happen here?
She licked her lips. “I’ll show you.”
She unzipped my pants, getting on her knees to pull them completely off and taking my shoes along with them, and she tossed my clothes into the corner, then turned back and inched into the space between my legs. She rubbed my legs a moment while admiring my reaction and my cock as it towered just above her forehead. Yes…I had pulled off the best possible outcome! I was going to get a handjob.
For what seemed like the longest moment of my life, she looked at my cock and shot me devilish, teasing glances that made my heart race. She didn’t touch it for at least a full minute, instead moving her hands everywhere in the relevant area, like she was trying to see how long she could keep me hard without directly stimulating me. I could have stayed rock-hard for her all night. She was so damn sexy, I probably could have busted a small load just from this.
Then, thankfully, she moved closer… but not with her hands. She brought her face toward my crotch, first to rub her cheek faintly across the shaft, then she did the same with her lips and chin with ever increasing friction, pushing me further into ecstasy. When she stuck her tongue out and barely grazed the length of my shaft, a wave of pleasure shimmered through my entire body. She dragged the dry tip of her tongue along the sides, then to the tip, where she swirled it around a few times and, finally, brought forth the moisture in her mouth and began to make my cock slick all around. She straightened up her back, to get above me, and took me into her mouth. The amount of fuck-yeah chemicals that started flowing through my brain in that instant—I thought I might pass out. I had to keep it cool, but just under my breath, I was whispering, “Holy shit!”
And when she looked up at me, it was the best. She closed her lips tightly around the head of my penis and worked my shaft and balls with her hands perfectly. Her blowjob skills were as sharp as her beauty.
She stood up and crawled back onto the couch, keeping my cock locked between her lips, then she leaned closer and sped up, using both hands on my shaft. The sensation was better than any sex I had experienced in my life. She wanted me to cum. But I wanted to hold it back. This moment was too amazing to let go of. I had her hair in my hand, her boobs pressing on my thighs, a clear view of her cleavage.
But when she moaned while gazing at my face, that was it for me. She knew it as easily as I did, because she knew how good her blowjob was, that the pleasure she could deliver was undeniable. “Hell yeah,” I moaned in response. I shot the greatest load of my life into her mouth, a load I never caught a glimpse of, because she swallowed every drop of my cum and even squeezed her hand along my shaft a few times to milk out the remains.
She pulled off my cock and licked her lips, kissed the tip of my penis, and said, “That’s what happens in this room—if you’re one of the special guys.” She gave a cute laugh and licked away more of the cum that was lingering out.
I still couldn’t talk, could barely breathe, and just leaned my head back on the arm of the couch.
---
Mark saw Yoon Jin and I emerge from the room half a minute apart, and he laughed at me. “Ahh! Got stuck with the blue balls girl, huh?”
I shrugged. “She wasn’t that bad. Thanks for the tips, man. That was worth the money.”
“Was it really? With her? Did she even let you see her tits?”
“Well…no,” I said.
“Ahh ha! I told you, mate.”
“But,” I smiled, and sipped my drink coyly. “I did get her number.”
Also, I had heard mixed reviews from other guys about what it was like to sleep with a Korean girl. For one, you usually have to date for a while, they expect several romantic gestures beforehand, and when you finally do get to the bedroom, Korean girls are rather passive and boring during the ordeal. This is what I heard anyways. But I was willing to learn myself whether this was true. Also, my coworker, Mark, who had arrived in Korea the same day as me, was always giving me shit for not yet hooking up with a girl.
He was determined to help me break me out of my shell. Even though he was a brash bloke from London who never knew when to quit drinking for the night, or sometimes day, I was willing to listen to his advice. That’s how we ended up in a bar near Hooker Hill in the Itaewon neighborhood of Seoul.
For those of you who don’t know, the paid sex industry in Korea is ridiculously lucrative and diverse. There’s handjob rooms, blowjob rooms, massage parlors, singing rooms where you sing karaoke with prostitutes before you bang, “business bars,” and at the bottom of the list, where Mark wanted to start me on my sexual escapades through Korea, was kiss booths. These places were so lightweight that they were legal, because no actual prostitution takes place in them. The customer pays 25 bucks and goes inside a small room, then in walks a college girl who will sit and cuddle with you for the hour, basically pretending to be your girlfriend. And, as the name implies, the most one should hope for is to make out with the girl.
“Sounds lame,” I said to Mark after he explained it to me. “And a bit sleazy.”
“All sex is sleazy on some level. Do you wanna get laid, mate?”
“Yeah. But paying to kiss a chick is quite far from getting laid.”
“So then you’re just worried that it will be lame?” He knocked back the last of his beer and stared at me with his eyes wide, like he always does when he thinks he’s about to engage in intense debate.
I shrugged, “Okay, just lame.”
“Good. Now, all I told you was the idea behind them. The truth is, most of the girls will let you pull their tits out, if you buy them a couple of drinks and tip them. And they don’t care if you jerk off while making out with them.”
“You’re telling me I’m gonna be sitting in a booth where a guy was jerking off and blowing his load just ten minutes earlier?”
“There’s a bunch of paper towels and trash cans in those rooms. And air freshener too. Trust me, Koreans have the paid sex—ah, I mean, paid affection—industry all figured out.” He grinned as he began sipping his second beer, proud of how he had amended his words for my sake.
I looked around the bar. It was still hours before most people would be out, and there were only two other tables with people sitting at them. “So, that stuff happens in this bar?”
“I’ve been to them in this bar before. It’s the best one. See that girl in the corner?” He leaned low and pointed to a table where four beautiful Korean girls had been chatting the evening away while flirting with the bartenders whenever they walked by, which they did frequently. “The one standing up now?” He continued. “I got in a room with her, and she was quite frisky. She helped me jerk off twice in the hour I was in there. Trust me, she’s good. Go for it man. She’ll probably show up right now if you go back there. All you have to do is go around the corner in that hallway and pay the man in the back. You pay him ten dollars extra and the girl shows up with your drinks.”
The girl he was mentioning was definitely good looking. But I had my eye on the girl across from her.
“What about that chick though?” I said. “The one wearing red.”
The girl in red was the bombshell of the group, undeniably a ten in every aspect, with a compact frame, not a single hard edge anywhere on her body, and a full head of luscious curly hair.
Mark smirked. “She’s one of the booth girls too, but don’t even bother. I had her my first time, and I almost never went back to try kiss booths again because of her. She’ll barely make out with you. All the other girls are at least down for pulling their tits out. Just wait until she goes back there, then you’ll know you won’t get stuck with her.”
“So? Maybe I could just talk to her a while and get her number.”
“Come on man, be realistic. These girls only do this for the money—especially a girl like that.”
I thought about it a while, the whole idea of going back there. I had plenty of money in my pocket, and not too much in my past to be ashamed of. Why not give it a try?
“Alright,” I said. “But I want to do this right. Let’s go back to the apartment first.”
“Well said, mate! We’ll grab a few more beers on the way.” He patted me on the back. If only he knew what exactly I had in mind…
---
When we got back to the club about two hours later, the place had picked up quite a bit, and I was ready to play my A-game. I had showered and shaved, put on a pressed shirt, and wore some cologne. I was looking as sharp as I possibly could.
All throughout the cab rides to and from the apartment, Mark had explained to me how to time my entrance to the kiss booth so that I ended up with the girl I wanted—watch for when she emerges from that hallway, assume she’s taking about a 20 minute break, then go back there, as long as the “blue balls” girl is missing—that’s how he referred to the girl in red. I nodded along with his instructions and used them to my advantage, to go into the game plan that I actually had for the night. Once we got to the bar, I waited for Mark to have a couple more drinks and lose track of me, otherwise he would have stopped me from the next step: wait for the girl in red to emerge from the back corner hallway, assume she was taking that 20 minute break, then go for it.
That’s right. Of course, I was gonna try to land in a room with the girl in red.
I waited for those signs to appear and did one last preparation. I brought a couple of drinks with me to the hallway, but the extra wasn’t for her; it was for the guy taking the money. He obviously spoke zero English, but he knew the language of accepting a generous token of gratitude. I turned and pointed back toward to room, at the steps where the girl in red had gone up.
“So beautiful, right?” I said to him. “Very beautiful.”
“Ha ha ha!” He nodded and took a gulp of his drink, then clinked his glass with mine. “Yeah, okay, okay!”
The room was a cozy space, with a clean looking couch, an abundance of scent sticks, and tissues. Some nice music even played for me as I waited. A couple minutes later, sure enough, I ended up with the girl in red, and my heart was sent into a flutter when I saw her up close and made eye contact with her for the first time. Wow. Even if all I could do was kiss her once, it was going to be worth the money.
“Hi,” She said with a slow, cozy allure. Right away, I could sense that her English was well practiced and she’d be easy to talk to. “I’m Jinny.”
“Hi. Tim. But what’s your Korean name?”
“Yoon Jin. But you can call me Jinny.”
“No, I want to call you by your Korean name. I mean, I’m trying to learn Korean, after all.”
“You are?” She sounded excited as she sat next to me, and her perfectly soft body was already pressing against my hand.
“Well yeah. That’s why I’m here, this is a room for practicing conversation, isn’t it?”
She laughed. “What do you mean?”
“The guy out there told me I could practice speaking Korean with you if I came back here.”
“Oh, okay!” She didn’t even flinch. Normally Korean girls get super shy in the presence of the slightest bit of awkward tension. But this girl had a rock solid confidence that any guy would admire. “I can help you with that. How much do you know?”
I had made it in under the radar—one of the most important tactics. After that, I hardly had to try. I’m a naturally funny guy, and Yoon Jin ate up every one of my jokes as I tried to repeat the Korean phrases she gave me then made fun of how hard her language was. It was obvious I didn’t actually want to learn Korean, but I don’t think she cared; she seemed ecstatic simply to have a guy flirt with her and play a bit hard to get rather than immediately shove his mouth on hers.
But was she simply playing a game of her own, to earn herself a returning customer?
I moved the conversation to more of a first date tone. She responded with heavy flirting and started petting my leg while tilting her head close to my shoulder. “So do you really not know what this room is for?” She asked.
“I know what it’s for,” I said, then looked at her hand on my leg like it was out of place. “I already said, it’s a conversation booth.”
“No!” She laughed and straightened up. We both could feel the sexual tension bubbling up, but I knew I couldn’t be the one to break it.
I leaned back and sipped heavily on my drink while we returned to a casual talk—where are you going to school, what are you studying, blah blah, where do you teach, why did you decide to come to Korea, blah blah. She seemed to be cracking, having entered the booth with so much expectation for me to be another guy who would look at her like a piece of meat and drool over her. Simply by being a normal dude, I was standing out remarkably from her usual work experience. When she asked me what I was drinking, then left for a moment and returned with two drinks for us, I knew I was in. I could at least get this girl’s number. Hell, if she never answered my call, I wouldn’t care; I had to try for real hookup, and I would have no regrets.
When she put her hand on my leg again, I was more receptive to her, and from there we fell into some insane flirting. She couldn’t resist me! “Don’t you want to kiss me?” she finally asked.
“Wow,” I said. “Hell yeah.”
“Okay.” She smiled in relief.
A minute later, I said, “This is the best conversation booth I’ve ever visited!”
“Stop!” She laughed. “That’s not what this is. Conversation booths aren’t even real.”
“Of course they are,” I said. “Look, I’ll prove it to you.” I took out my phone and showed her some stupid picture of me tutoring another Korean girl, with a bunch of books lying flat on a table. “That’s a convo booth in Gangnam. I pay good money to go there.”
She laughed even harder. It didn’t matter what I was saying; I was just working the push-pull tactics. And they were working. A minute later, she kissed me again, and I pulled her into me, played with her hair and grasped her waist a bit. The silky fabric of her dress, clung tightly to the softness of her skin—the perfume radiating from her neck—I was secretly horny as hell.
She breathed deeply as I stuck my tongue in her mouth, then broke away. “Don’t you want to know everything that you can do in this room?”
“Yeah,” I said.
She showed me a naughty smile, then retrieved her drink from the table, leaned near me again, and took a big swig from the cup so quickly that she spilled a large amount of it on my pants. “Oh no!” she yelped. Obviously the whole act was done on purpose. “I’m so sorry. Hold on.” She ripped a handful of tissues out of the box and started wiping my pants. The tissues soaked up a decent amount of the drink but quickly became useless, other than to be the reason for her to have her hands on me, where she slowly turned the patting motion into rubbing. A sensational rubbing that spread over my waist, and up and down my thighs, then back to where it mattered the most, where she began to grasp my throbbing cock through my pants. All the while, she gave me the hottest look possible, with her mouth hanging open, a daring innocence displayed perfectly in her eyes.
Don’t you want to fuck me? Her eyes seemed to whisper directly to me.
And mine probably said to her, Whoa, what’s about to happen here?
She licked her lips. “I’ll show you.”
She unzipped my pants, getting on her knees to pull them completely off and taking my shoes along with them, and she tossed my clothes into the corner, then turned back and inched into the space between my legs. She rubbed my legs a moment while admiring my reaction and my cock as it towered just above her forehead. Yes…I had pulled off the best possible outcome! I was going to get a handjob.
For what seemed like the longest moment of my life, she looked at my cock and shot me devilish, teasing glances that made my heart race. She didn’t touch it for at least a full minute, instead moving her hands everywhere in the relevant area, like she was trying to see how long she could keep me hard without directly stimulating me. I could have stayed rock-hard for her all night. She was so damn sexy, I probably could have busted a small load just from this.
Then, thankfully, she moved closer… but not with her hands. She brought her face toward my crotch, first to rub her cheek faintly across the shaft, then she did the same with her lips and chin with ever increasing friction, pushing me further into ecstasy. When she stuck her tongue out and barely grazed the length of my shaft, a wave of pleasure shimmered through my entire body. She dragged the dry tip of her tongue along the sides, then to the tip, where she swirled it around a few times and, finally, brought forth the moisture in her mouth and began to make my cock slick all around. She straightened up her back, to get above me, and took me into her mouth. The amount of fuck-yeah chemicals that started flowing through my brain in that instant—I thought I might pass out. I had to keep it cool, but just under my breath, I was whispering, “Holy shit!”
And when she looked up at me, it was the best. She closed her lips tightly around the head of my penis and worked my shaft and balls with her hands perfectly. Her blowjob skills were as sharp as her beauty.
She stood up and crawled back onto the couch, keeping my cock locked between her lips, then she leaned closer and sped up, using both hands on my shaft. The sensation was better than any sex I had experienced in my life. She wanted me to cum. But I wanted to hold it back. This moment was too amazing to let go of. I had her hair in my hand, her boobs pressing on my thighs, a clear view of her cleavage.
But when she moaned while gazing at my face, that was it for me. She knew it as easily as I did, because she knew how good her blowjob was, that the pleasure she could deliver was undeniable. “Hell yeah,” I moaned in response. I shot the greatest load of my life into her mouth, a load I never caught a glimpse of, because she swallowed every drop of my cum and even squeezed her hand along my shaft a few times to milk out the remains.
She pulled off my cock and licked her lips, kissed the tip of my penis, and said, “That’s what happens in this room—if you’re one of the special guys.” She gave a cute laugh and licked away more of the cum that was lingering out.
I still couldn’t talk, could barely breathe, and just leaned my head back on the arm of the couch.
---
Mark saw Yoon Jin and I emerge from the room half a minute apart, and he laughed at me. “Ahh! Got stuck with the blue balls girl, huh?”
I shrugged. “She wasn’t that bad. Thanks for the tips, man. That was worth the money.”
“Was it really? With her? Did she even let you see her tits?”
“Well…no,” I said.
“Ahh ha! I told you, mate.”
“But,” I smiled, and sipped my drink coyly. “I did get her number.”
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