Jongseob — Teaching ༉‧+ ̊.

Jongseob felt like he was about to faint, his head spinning, completely clouded by lust and nerves. His fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt, clutching onto her for dear life, desperately needing something to ground him. His hands were so shaky, so unsteady, and his pants were getting tighter by the second, his cock embarrassingly hard from just a quick make-out session. She had barely touched him — just her lips against his, nothing more — and yet here he was, feeling like he could cum from this alone. He didn’t mean to whine when her hand brushed against his inner thigh, and yet he did, so loudly, from just that simple touch. She was so close to where he needed her most, and yet he was also terrified…

What if he came too fast? What if he wasn’t big enough for her? He’d never really given it much thought until that moment, and he was scared that he wouldn’t meet her standards. He just wanted her to feel good, he was secondary. So he gripped onto her waist, pulling her body flush against his own, her soft tits pressed right against his chest, and her eyes lidded as she looked into his own, a shiver running down his spine at the sight of her, so worked up and excited.

“Can I…” He paused, cheeks flushing pink as he bit down on his bottom lip, trying to figure out how to voice his desires. “Let me make you feel good?” He pleads, looking up at her with wide eyes, begging her to let him please her; to make her feel as incredible as he felt.

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So he ended up on the floor on his knees, looking up at her from between her legs, hands shakily reaching out to lift her skirt up. The second he laid eyes on her panties, he felt his cock twitch, she was so perfect, the sight so much more erotic than any porno he’d ever seen before. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, slipping them off of her legs and letting them fall to the ground, letting out a breathless moan at the sight of her cunt.

“Fuck…” He groaned, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from her pussy, looking up into her eyes, his own wide and anxious, seeking her guidance. “Please help me… Tell me what to do.” He pleads, running his hands up her legs, stopping at the apex of her thighs. He’d watched girls getting eaten out before, but he was sure they were faking how good it felt — none of the porn he’d watched proved to be very useful in this situation — but he wanted to make sure she didn’t have to fake it around him, but without her guidance, he wouldn’t be able to do anything. He felt embarrassed asking for help, but he just didn’t want to do anything wrong.