Squelch... squelch...
As I diligently slathered on the lube, I could feel the inside starting to move little by little.
'Did the inner part just twitch? Nah, must be my imagination. It feels kinda warm inside, too.'
I sensed something off, but brushed it off as 'Well, it's expensive, so it must have some fancy features~.'
It was my first time using a large onahole, after all.
Once I'd applied plenty of lube, I got into missionary position and slid my cock inside.
It was a bit warmer than body temperature, with a squirming, squeezing sensation.
It felt better than any onahole I'd tried before.
About a third of the way in? The narrow depths made it hard to push further.
"Is it because it's my first time? It won't go in past here. Guess I need more lube."
Pop!
When I pulled my cock out, it made a sound like uncorking a bottle.
The 20cm length must have been too much for the onahole—the entrance of this brand-new toy wasn't fully closed.
I squeezed lube directly into the gaping hole.
Repositioning myself, I thrust back in, and it slid smoothly, drawing an involuntary moan from me.
It sucked my cock in like a living pussy, each vaginal fold scraping deliciously—I had to stay alert or I'd blow right away.
That ad from yesterday wasn't bullshit after all.
I'll have to leave a five-star review later, I thought, as I kept pistoning my hips.
Squelch squelch...
Lewd sounds echoed through the room, and soon the intense squeezing and suction built up an overwhelming urge to cum.
I didn't hold back. As I ejaculated, the inner walls clamped down tight and started convulsing in sync.
It was on a whole other level from the onaholes I'd used before—an insane pleasure.
Felt like I shot even more cum than usual.
"This one's a real winner. Who knew something like this existed..."
Even after one round, my cock was still rock-hard. I twisted it 180 degrees into doggy position.
I pounded away fiercely, admiring the rippling ass cheeks and twitching anus.
The sensation of the tight depths stretching around my thick glans, and the vise-like grip when pulling out, as if begging me not to go.
About ten minutes of mindless thrusting later, I came again.
It was like a succubus had drained my energy—my whole body went limp.
Compared to the small onaholes where I'd just jerk with one hand, this full-size one required my whole body and burned way more energy.
Savoring the long afterglow, I chugged some water and rested. Once my strength returned, I grabbed the onahole and headed to the bathroom.
Too big for the sink, so I had to use the showerhead.
Whoosh...
Powerful jets of water. I twisted the knob until it ran warm.
Once it was the right temperature, I held the onahole under the stream.
The wide spray cleaned around the hole all at once.
The moment the water hit the clit, I felt it twitch.
But I didn't think much of it—just scrubbed inside to rinse out the cum and lube.
I hadn't noticed with just my cock, but fingering around revealed the internal structure clearly.
There were bumpy ridges up top, winding walls, and an insane number of folds.
"They really nailed the internal details. Gotta write that review after cleaning this."
The more I used it, the more impressive it got. Amazed, I finished up.
After wiping off the moisture, I logged into the purchase site—and an error popped up.
[Page cannot be displayed]
What the hell? Gone after just one day?
Not even sold out—did they scam and dash?
All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind, but I didn't dwell.
It was a damn good onahole by my standards, and not defective or anything.
Shrugging it off, I started on tomorrow's lab report.
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The next day.
Lab class, mandatory for engineering majors.
Fail it, and no graduation—but for 1 credit, it eats up 3 hours. Worst subject ever.
Plus weekly pre- and post-lab reports. Total hassle.
Doing the experiments in person annoyed me, but there was one silver lining.
Shin Ayoung, the hottest girl at Mirae University by rumor.
She was in my lab group, so I got to ogle her for those full 3 hours.
No matter how grueling the lab, seeing her face melted away the fatigue. Not bad at all.
I arrived at school, sat down, and was checking the equipment when Shin Ayoung walked in.
She always had that bright, beaming smile, but today she looked super down—dark, gloomy expression.
Rubbing her lower belly, probably ate something bad or it was that time of the month.
'Better steer clear. Don't wanna hover around her.'
Her mood soured the air, and classmates started asking if she was okay.
"Ayoung, you okay? You look really down today."
"Something happen? You sick?"
"N-no... I'm fine... It's nothing."
She didn't look fine at all, but forced a smile anyway.
Pale-faced, but her beauty lit up the lab anyway.
Breasts too massive for one hand, slim waist.
Hips and ass that strained her tight jeans, legs sleek and taut.
Her figure was godly—no exaggeration.
And that's not all.
Cascading black hair, huge obsidian eyes, long lashes, perky nose, small but plump lips.
If it was just her body, maybe, but she was stunning enough to make you question if such perfection existed.
I felt my cock twitch in my pants, but outing that would tank my social life, so I hid it desperately.
Stealing glances at her back, the TA came in and started the lab.
"Today's experiment measures ~~~ using ~~ to determine ~~~. Begin."
Mid-experiment, I noticed Shin Ayoung getting up and down a lot more than usual.
Definitely looked like her period.
"Good work!"
The long lab ended; I packed my bag.
As I finished quick and headed out, I overheard chatter behind me.
Eavesdropping: classmates inviting her to lunch.
"Ayoung, wanna grab food later? New spot near campus is killer."
"Sorry... got stuff today... Next time."
"Oh, okay. See ya later. Bye!"
Not my business, so I headed straight back to my place.
My head was full of fantasies about Shin Ayoung's body and using the onahole.
Back home, I tossed my bag and grabbed it right away.
Laid it on the bed and groped those perky tits wildly.
'Wonder if Shin Ayoung's are this size? They looked huge and soft. Nipples pink like these?'
Curiosity hit; I climbed on, wedging my cock between her breasts.
Impressive size, but my glans poked out the top.
I drizzled lube on my shaft and rubbed it all over her cleavage. Once slick, I thrust.
Each pump, my glans caught in the valley—but the lube made it a fresh thrill.
'Oh... so this is titfucking... Pretty damn good.'
Mid-rub, I felt something in my palms.
Pulled back: both nipples were erect.
How could I hold back?
I pinched them between thumb and forefinger, twisting and tugging.
About five minutes in, orgasm building—I sped up and blew between her collarbones.
Splurt... splurrrt...
Left red handprints on her flushed tits, eyes dropping lower.
Unlike yesterday, the clit was unsheathed, entrance glistening wet.
Same weirdness as before, but the erotic sight made me ignore it.
'Whatever, it's hot—that's what matters. Time to fuck.'
Grabbed lube, squirted it on the clit.
Worked the fluid inside: already sticky and soaked.
Positioned and slammed balls-deep in one go.
Something bumped my glans tip.
'Hit the end—cervix? They even modeled that.'
Curious, I prodded it with my glans—the depths clenched and spasmed.
Begging for cum or blocking entry? Who knows.
"Vibration mode too? Keeps squeezing and trembling."
Lost in pounding, one load, two... how much time passed?
Balls felt drained; I pulled out.
Sheets soaked, frothy white fluid leaking steadily from the pussy.
I aired out the room first, loaded laundry into the washer.
Then grabbed the onahole for cleaning.
Tucked under my arm, it sagged—overdid it maybe.
"Can't buy another... shoulda been gentler."
Warm water rinsed the dried cum from her tits and the leaking fluids from her pussy clean.
This time gentle, dried every nook with a towel.
Hoping it'd last, I stored it somewhere airy and got on with my day.