OCX MOMO X JIHYO
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Kiho leaned back with a confident smirk, his eyes taking in the sight of Momo sprawled beside Jihyo. Momo's barely-there denim skirt was the color of faded twilight, clinging to her sculpted thighs like a second skin, each movement threatening to reveal the delicate curve where her leg met her hip. Above it, a tight, neon pink crop top stretched across her perky breasts, the thin fabric accentuating every breath she took, her toned midriff a tempting strip of smooth skin. One slender leg was drawn up, revealing the smooth curve of her calf, while the other dangled, her playful energy barely contained.
Jihyo, still slightly breathless, sat with a nervous energy radiating off her. She wore ripped black shorts that barely skimmed her thighs, the frayed edges hinting at the softness beneath. Her white, off-the-shoulder top had slipped slightly, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone and a hint of the lacy bra underneath. A faint sheen of perspiration glistened on her forehead, and she kept touching her neck, a subtle sign of her heightened state.
Kiho's "accidental" brush against Momo's thigh was anything but. His fingers, though chubby, possessed a surprising dexterity as they grazed the sensitive inner skin, making Momo's breath hitch. A low moan escaped her lips, quickly masked by a feigned cough, her eyes darting nervously towards Jihyo. A delicious warmth spread through her core, making her thighs clench involuntarily, and she subtly shifted, wanting more of that forbidden touch.
Meanwhile, Kiho's other hand had found its way to Jihyo's bare leg. His touch was feather-light at first, tracing the line of her hamstring, sending shivers of anticipation racing up her spine. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to press her legs together, the moistness between her thighs intensifying with each passing second. She risked a glance at Momo, whose eyes seemed a little too knowing, a flicker of fear mixing with the undeniable arousal building within her.
Stretching his arm languidly behind Momo, Kiho's fingers danced just above the exposed skin of her lower back. Momo shivered, a more pronounced reaction this time, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her top. She leaned back almost imperceptibly, pressing against his hand, a silent plea for him to deepen the touch. The small of her back ached with a building pressure, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, the image of Kiho's hand lower on her body flashing in her mind.
Kiho, enjoying their subtle reactions immensely, knew Choi Hyuk's eyes were glued to the rearview mirror. He could practically feel the other man's frustration radiating from the front seat. With a deliberate slowness, he let his hand rest on Jihyo's waist as she leaned against him. His thumb began tracing slow, sensual circles just above the waistband of her shorts, occasionally dipping lower, sending jolts of pure electricity through her. Jihyo's hand instinctively covered his, ostensibly to stop him, but her grip was weak, her fingers almost caressing his. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, and a soft whimper escaped her lips as Kiho's thumb brushed against the edge of her underwear.
Meeting Choi Hyuk's gaze in the mirror, Kiho offered a slow, deliberate wink, a smug expression plastered across his face. He then leaned in closer to Jihyo, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle and lean further into him, her breast now firmly pressed against his arm. He subtly moved his hand higher on her waist, his fingers now just beneath the hem of her top, sending a clear, taunting message to the helpless figure in the front seat
His hand on Jihyo's waist slipped lower, his fingers dipping beneath the elastic of her shorts. Jihyo gasped. Kiho's touch grew bolder, his smug gaze flicking to the rearview mirror, catching Choi Hyuk's intense stare. He held the other man's gaze for a lingering moment, a silent challenge in his eyes, before turning his full attention back to the two women beside him.
His fingers delved deeper into Jihyo's wetness, the slick heat enveloping him completely. Her breath hitched audibly, but she clamped her lips shut, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the seat. Her body trembled violently, her hips wanting to buck against his hand, but she fought to keep her movements minimal, her eyes darting towards Momo with a frantic fear. The pleasure was so intense it was almost unbearable, every stroke sending searing waves of sensation through her, but the risk of Momo finding out was a tight band around her chest, forcing her sounds back into her throat. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the effort of suppressing her moans making her face flush a deep crimson.
Simultaneously, Kiho's other hand continued its tantalizing assault on Momo's nipple. He pinched and rolled the sensitive nub through the thin fabric, his thumb adding a friction that sent sharp, electric jolts through her body. Momo's breath caught in her throat, her back arching slightly as she fought to stifle a moan. She pressed her lips together so tightly they turned white, her teeth gritting against the overwhelming pleasure. A sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead as her body throbbed with an insistent ache. She squeezed Kiho's arm, her nails digging into his skin, a silent plea for him to continue, even as she stole glances at Jihyo, whose labored breathing was becoming increasingly noticeable. The fear of Jihyo realizing what was happening warred with the intoxicating sensations Kiho was so expertly eliciting.
Kiho, relishing their desperate attempts at silence, increased the tempo of his ministrations. His finger inside Jihyo moved with a deliberate rhythm, pressing against her swollen clitoris with each stroke. Jihyo's body was a taut wire, every muscle clenched as she fought to contain the building pressure. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, instantly muffled by her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with panic as she glanced at Momo.
Momo, in turn, was finding it increasingly difficult to remain silent. Kiho's relentless teasing of her nipple was driving her to the brink. A low whimper bubbled up from her chest, but she swallowed it down, her face contorting in a silent scream of pleasure. Her thighs squeezed together, the friction against her damp underwear intensifying the ache in her core. She shifted subtly, trying to alleviate the pressure, but Kiho seemed to anticipate her every move, his fingers expertly finding the most sensitive spots, sending another wave of intense sensation crashing through her.
Choi Hyuk remained transfixed in the rearview mirror, a helpless voyeur to the intensely intimate scene unfolding behind him. Kiho's smug expression and the blatant nature of his actions were a taunt, a reminder of Choi Hyuk's inability to intervene. Yet, despite the frustration, his arousal was undeniable. The sight of the two women, their faces contorted in silent ecstasy, their bodies trembling with suppressed desire, was a powerful aphrodisiac. His cock throbbed against the confines of his pants, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he witnessed their silent struggle against the tide of their rising pleasure.
Kiho leaned back with a seemingly casual stretch, his body subtly shifting, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against Momo's side. With a gentle hand, he took Momo's hand, which was resting on her lap, and casually placed it over the noticeable bulge in his jeans. Momo's eyes widened slightly in surprise, a hesitant curiosity flickering across her face. She glanced at Jihyo, whose eyes remained peacefully closed, her expression serene, completely lost in her thoughts.
Momo's fingers tentatively brushed against the hardness beneath the denim, a slight thrill tingling through her fingertips. She began to gently rub her hand against him, her movements cautious and exploratory. A subtle heat radiated from his groin, and she could feel the way he tensed slightly beneath her touch. A small, secret smile touched her lips, a sense of playful intrigue filling her.
While Momo's hand explored his erection, Kiho's other hand, initially resting innocently beside her, subtly moved higher, his fingertips now grazing the side of her breast through her thin crop top. He paused there for a moment, letting his knuckles lightly brush against the curve, teasing her with the anticipation. Momo's breath hitched almost imperceptibly, her fingers momentarily faltering on his jeans as a different kind of awareness sparked within her. She glanced quickly at Jihyo, who remained still, and then back at Kiho, a question in her eyes.
Kiho offered a small, innocent smile and then, with a swift, subtle movement, his fingers flicked the tip of her nipple through the fabric. Momo gasped softly, an unexpected jolt of sensation shooting through her. Her nipple instantly hardened, pressing against his finger. She bit her lip, a flush creeping up her neck. The sensation was undeniably pleasurable, yet the surreptitious nature of it added an extra layer of excitement. Her hand on his jeans tightened almost involuntarily.
Meanwhile, Jihyo remained still, her head resting against the window, her breathing soft and even. Unbeknownst to Momo, Kiho's other hand had subtly slipped beneath the hem of Jihyo's shorts. His fingers traced a delicate path along her inner thigh, the bare skin smooth and warm beneath his touch. Jihyo stirred slightly, a faint sigh escaping her lips, but she didn't open her eyes, seemingly lost in a pleasant drift. Kiho's fingers then found the delicate folds between her legs. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped Jihyo's lips, quickly suppressed, her body subtly shifting as an unexpected wave of sensation washed over her. She remained with her eyes closed, attributing the feeling to her own thoughts.
Kiho, enjoying Momo's reaction, now began to gently knead her nipple through her top, his thumb rubbing small, tantalizing circles. Momo's eyes fluttered slightly, and she leaned back almost imperceptibly, a silent invitation for him to continue. Her hand on his jeans picked up its rhythm again, a secret dance of pleasure unfolding between them. While Momo's attention was subtly drawn to the sensations Kiho was creating on her breast, his other hand continued its undetected exploration between Jihyo's legs, bringing her closer to a silent awakening of pleasure.
Jihyo's breath hitched again, a small, desperate sound that she immediately swallowed, her throat tightening with the effort. Kiho's fingers within her were relentless, his strokes deepening, finding a rhythm that sent pulsating waves of heat through her core. A low thrum started in her belly, spreading outwards, making her thighs clench and unclench rhythmically against his hand. Her head lolled further against the window, a fine tremor running through her entire frame. She imagined his fingers were something more, something harder and deeper, and the fantasy intensified the exquisite torment. The pressure built behind her closed eyelids, and she squeezed them tighter, willing herself not to make a sound that would betray the raw pleasure consuming her. Every nerve ending in her body felt acutely sensitive, focused solely on the rhythmic friction that was edging her closer and closer to the precipice.
Kiho's breath was warm against Momo's ear as he whispered his command, the intimacy of the moment sending a shiver down her spine. A playful, almost wicked grin touched her lips as she discreetly unfastened his jeans. The release of the zipper was a soft, almost imperceptible sound in the quiet RV. Her fingers brushed against the coarse fabric of his briefs, and then, hesitantly, she reached inside. The sheer size of his erection surprised her; it was thick and heavy, straining against the cotton. A blush deepened on her cheeks as she fully enclosed her hand around him, feeling the throbbing pulse beneath her fingers. It was hot, almost feverish, and undeniably alive in her grasp. She risked another glance at Jihyo, who was now making small, almost imperceptible movements against the seat, her silent struggle with pleasure evident. Momo's excitement surged at the forbidden act.
With a newfound boldness, Momo began to stroke Kiho, her hand moving up and down his thick shaft. She explored its length, feeling the smooth skin and the prominent vein that ran along its underside. His answering groan was low and guttural, vibrating against her ear as he leaned closer. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her touch. The head of his cock, thick and rounded, pressed against her palm, and she gently squeezed, eliciting another, slightly louder groan from him. She savored the power she held in that moment, the secret intimacy shared only between them.
Choi Hyuk's knuckles were now stark white against the black leather of the steering wheel. He stared intently at the rearview mirror, his breath shallow and ragged. The subtle movements of Jihyo's body were a torment, each tiny shift a reminder of the pleasure she was silently experiencing, pleasure he wasn't giving her. Then his gaze dropped to Kiho's lap, and he saw Momo's hand moving with a clear, deliberate rhythm. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. The sight of Momo so intimately touching Kiho, while Jihyo was clearly being pleasured too, was a brutal assault on his senses. A wave of intense jealousy, so potent it was almost physical, washed over him, yet beneath it, a shameful arousal continued to simmer. He was trapped, an unwilling voyeur in a scene that both repulsed and fascinated him.
Kiho's eyes were half-closed, with a look of pure, smug satisfaction. Momo's hand was surprisingly skilled, her strokes growing more confident, the friction creating a delicious heat. He could feel his cock swelling even further in her grasp. And then there was Jihyo, her body practically vibrating with suppressed pleasure beneath his other hand. He could feel the frantic pulsing of her inner muscles, the slickness coating his fingers, and he knew she was right on the edge, if not already over. The thought of having these two stunning women, idols adored by millions, so completely under his control, experiencing such raw, uninhibited pleasure at his hands – and without the other knowing – filled him with an almost godlike sense of power. He subtly increased the pressure and rhythm of his fingers inside Jihyo, even as he leaned into Momo, whispering words of encouragement that made her strokes on his engorged cock grow even more frantic.
Jihyo's breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, each one a near-soundless shudder. Kiho's fingers inside her were relentless, his strokes deepening, finding a rhythm that sent pulsating waves of heat through her core. One finger pressed firmly against her swollen clitoris with each stroke, sending jolts of pure sensation through her. Her hips involuntarily arched off the seat, wanting to meet his touch, but she fought to control the movement, her hands gripping the worn leather beneath her with a desperate intensity.
A low whimper threatened to escape her lips, and she clenched her jaw, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. Tears welled in her eyes behind her closed lids, a mixture of the overwhelming pleasure and the sheer effort of remaining silent. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The pressure built behind her closed eyelids, and she squeezed them tighter, willing herself not to make a sound that would betray the raw pleasure consuming her. Every nerve ending in her body felt acutely sensitive, focused solely on the rhythmic friction that was edging her closer and closer to the precipice.
Meanwhile, Kiho, his smirk widening with each silent spasm from Jihyo, shifted his other hand from where it had been teasing Momo's nipple down to his own throbbing cock. His fingers slid through the slick precum that had gathered at the tip, the clear, viscous fluid coating his fingertips. He watched Momo's hand still working its magic on his shaft, and then, with a deliberate motion, he brought his pre-lubricated fingers towards her face.
Momo, her eyes half-lidded with the pleasure of stroking Kiho, watched his hand approach. A curious anticipation flickered in her gaze. When his fingers, glistening with his precum, brushed against her lips, her eyes widened slightly. Kiho's intention was clear. With a soft sigh, she opened her mouth and gently took his fingers in, her lips closing around them.
A wave of pure sensation washed over Momo as she sucked on Kiho's slick fingers. The taste was faintly salty, musky, and undeniably arousing. She ran her tongue along his fingertips, savoring the intimacy of the act. Her joy was evident in the way her eyes sparkled and the small, pleased sounds she made against his skin as she thoroughly licked his fingers clean, her gaze locking with Kiho's, a silent understanding passing between them. Her hand on his cock continued its rhythmic strokes, now imbued with a renewed sense of playful dominance.
Choi Hyuk watched it all unfold in the rearview mirror, his jaw tight and a muscle twitching in his cheek. The sight of Momo so intimately sucking Kiho's precum-covered fingers while Jihyo was clearly on the verge of orgasm sent a searing wave of jealousy coursing through him. His hands clenched on the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He was trapped, forced to witness this blatant display of intimacy, his own body hardening in a painful mix of frustration and unwilling arousal. The sounds of the RV engine seemed to amplify the charged silence of the scene behind him, a silence punctuated only by the soft, barely audible gasps of the two women being pleasured by the man beside them.
From his vantage point in the driver's seat, the rearview mirror became a window into a world of blatant desire and his torment. Jihyo's soft whimpers had escalated into near-silent shudders, her body arching and trembling with a pleasure he desperately wished he could be giving her. He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles ached, a knot of frustration tightening in his chest as he watched her head lol back against the seat, the unmistakable signs of a powerful orgasm washing over her. Her face, usually so bright and cheerful, was now contorted in a mask of pure, raw ecstasy, and he could only imagine the feeling of Kiho's fingers working their magic between her thighs.
Then, his gaze shifted to Momo, and the sight that greeted him was like a punch to the gut. Kiho's hand, which had been subtly teasing her, was now moving with a frantic energy, his body going rigid with the unmistakable tension of a man about to come. And then it happened. A visible spasm ran through Kiho, and thick, white ropes of his semen erupted onto Momo's waiting hand. Loads of it. The sight of his thick, pulsating ejaculate coating her palm sent a searing wave of jealousy through him, so intense it was almost a physical pain.
But the real twist of the knife came next. Without a moment's hesitation, Momo brought her hand to her mouth, her lips closing around his ejaculate with a shameless delight that both disgusted and, against his will, aroused him. He watched, his jaw clenched, as her tongue swirled around her palm, lapping up Kiho's spunk with an almost sensual reverence. A low, appreciative noise escaped her throat, and her eyes, locking with Kiho's in the mirror, held a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.
His own cock throbbed against the confines of his jeans, a painful reminder of his helplessness. He was trapped, forced to witness this incredibly intimate and explicit scene, the two women he desired being pleasured by another man. The sounds of the RV engine seemed to mock him, a constant hum against the backdrop of their barely contained moans and gasps. The image of Kiho's smug face in the mirror, coupled with the sight of Momo so enthusiastically consuming his seed while Jihyo was still trembling from her climax, burned into his mind. It was a potent cocktail of frustration, envy, and a twisted, unwanted arousal, leaving him simmering with a jealousy that felt like it would consume him from the inside out.
Kiho, a knowing glint in his eyes, leaned towards Jihyo first, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered a few low words. Even though Choi Hyuk couldn't hear the specifics, the tone alone was enough to send another wave of heat through the already charged atmosphere in the RV. Jihyo's eyes, still slightly glazed from her recent climax, widened almost imperceptibly. A faint blush, deeper than before, bloomed across her cheeks, and she darted a quick, furtive glance at Momo.
Then, Kiho turned his attention to Momo, leaning in to whisper the same or similar words, the movement bringing his face close to hers, their lips almost touching. Momo's reaction was more overt. A sly smile spread across her face, a look of mischievous excitement dancing in her eyes. She also glanced at Jihyo, her expression carefully neutral.
What happened next unfolded with a silent, almost comical secrecy. Jihyo, still feigning sleep, subtly shifted her position, her hand disappearing for a moment beneath the hem of her ripped shorts. Choi Hyuk, watching intently in the mirror, saw her fingers working discreetly. A moment later, her hand reappeared, clutched around a small, black lace garment. With a swift, almost imperceptible movement, she extended her hand behind her, placing the folded panties into Kiho's waiting palm, all while keeping her eyes closed and her breathing steady, as if still lost in slumber.
Momo, in the meantime, was executing her covert operation. Under the guise of adjusting her denim skirt, her hand dipped beneath the fabric. Choi Hyuk watched, his surprise growing, as she, too, with a practiced stealth, retrieved a tiny piece of bright pink fabric. Her movements were fluid and discreet, ensuring Jihyo, still seemingly asleep, wouldn't notice. With a playful flick of her wrist, she too reached behind her, pressing her folded panties into Kiho's other hand.
Kiho, now holding the intimate garments of both women, couldn't suppress a triumphant smirk that flashed in the rearview mirror before he quickly masked it. His eyes gleamed with a possessive thrill as he looked down at the small pieces of fabric, imagining them still clinging to the most intimate parts of these two desirable women. Choi Hyuk stared, a mixture of shock and intense jealousy churning within him. The blatant sexuality of the act, the willing participation of Momo and Jihyo in this secret exchange, even after their earlier intimacies, left him reeling with a potent combination of frustration and unwilling arousal. He could only guess at the seductive words Kiho had whispered to elicit such a bold and intimate response. The atmosphere in the RV had thickened even further, charged with the unspoken desires and secret games being played out just behind him.
In the bustling parking lot, as they gathered their belongings from the back of the RV, Kiho's earlier boldness seemed to recede slightly, replaced by a playful sneakiness. He waited for a moment when Jihyo's attention was momentarily turned, as she bent down to retrieve her bag, the tight fabric of her shorts stretching across her rounded ass, and then he leaned in close to Momo, his hand brushing against the curve of her buttock in a brief, suggestive touch. Momo's eyes flickered down to his hand, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She leaned in slightly, whispering something in his ear, her gaze darting towards Jihyo to ensure her friend hadn't noticed his fleeting caress of her backside. Her cropped top shifted with the movement, briefly revealing the shadowed cleavage of her perky boobs.
A few minutes later, as Momo was distracted by a phone call, her back turned towards Jihyo and Kiho, her shapely ass clearly outlined in her denim skirt, Kiho seized another opportunity. He casually stepped closer to Jihyo, offering to carry her bag. As he took it from her hand, his fingers lingered on hers for a moment longer than necessary, his thumb gently stroking her skin before briefly brushing the side of her breast as he took the strap. Jihyo's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and she looked around quickly to ensure Momo was still engrossed in her call. She offered Kiho a small, shy smile, a silent acknowledgment of his subtle flirtation that included the fleeting contact with her soft boobs.
Throughout the process of unloading and saying their goodbyes, Kiho continued these small, furtive gestures. A lingering glance that traced the curve of Momo's exposed leg and then flicked upwards to linger on the way her crop top hugged her firm boobs when Jihyo was speaking to someone else, a playful wink directed at Jihyo accompanied by a glance that lingered on her chest before flicking back to her eyes, all while Momo was busy retrieving something from the RV. Each interaction was brief and subtle, carefully timed to avoid detection by the other woman, a continuation of their secret game from the RV. Both Momo and Jihyo seemed to enjoy the thrill of these clandestine exchanges, their smiles a little brighter, their eyes holding a hidden spark whenever Kiho directed his attention solely at their bodies, even for just a fleeting moment. Choi Hyuk, still lingering nearby, observed these subtle interactions with a growing sense of being an outsider, a silent witness to a dynamic he was not a part of.
As Jihyo and Momo disappeared into the entrance of their dorm building, turning back only to offer Kiho bright, knowing smiles that held a secret Choi Hyuk could only guess at, Kiho turned to Choi Hyuk. A wide, triumphant grin, bordering on a leer, split his face. He let out a low chuckle, a sound dripping with smug satisfaction, shaking his head slowly as if in disbelief at his success. His eyes, gleaming with a predatory conquest, lingered on Choi Hyuk's tight-lipped silence, clearly relishing the other man's seething frustration. Choi Hyuk could only stand there, his jaw clenched so tight his temples throbbed, his fists balled at his sides, the humiliation and jealousy a bitter taste in his mouth, rendering him utterly speechless.
But just as Kiho's laughter faded, replaced by a self-satisfied smirk, his phone vibrated in his pocket, the screen lighting up with a notification. Kiho glanced down, his eyes widening slightly in surprise, a new, even more smug expression quickly eclipsing his earlier amusement. Choi Hyuk, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the suddenly illuminated screen, felt his own eyes nearly pop out of his head.
The message banner at the top of Kiho's screen read: "Nayeon ❤️". And the image that followed in the full view was breathtakingly, outrageously explicit. It was a close-up shot, clearly taken by Nayeon herself, likely just moments before sending it. The camera angle started just below her exquisitely defined collarbone, plunging downwards to capture the entirety of her bare breasts in glorious detail. Her skin was flawless, a soft, creamy expanse that seemed to glow in the phone's light. Her ample, perfectly shaped boobs were pushed together, creating a deep, shadowed valley of cleavage that seemed to beckon. The rosy areolas were prominent and highly sensitive, the nipples erect and hard, jutting out invitingly, clearly aroused. Her hands were visible only at the very edges of the frame, her fingertips barely ghosting the sides of her breasts, as if she had teasingly held them there just before snapping the picture, showcasing their fullness and perfect perkiness. The lighting was such that it highlighted every curve and contour, the image practically radiating a raw, unadulterated sexuality that made Choi Hyuk's breath catch in his throat. His earlier frustration was momentarily forgotten, replaced by a stunned disbelief and an almost unbearable wave of envy directed squarely at the smirking Kiho holding the phone.