P.S.K|JIRENE|(CONVERTED)

Part 15

"Your boyfriend not doing it for you?" The prostitute asked as they stumbled along the foyer, her lips against Irene's pulse point. Her question raised a brow and brought a cessation to their clumsy attempt at getting each other naked. "Excuse me?" Irene demanded.

"Nothing." Jisoo assured her, effective only because her palms roamed Irene's's ass and hiked her up Jisoo's leg. She carried her onto the couch, where she knelt and removed the buttons of her shirt, one by one. Irene's chest rose and fell, her eyes raking along the champagne skin of Jisoo's abs, the colour she longed to drink in. Irene unclasped the button of Jisoo's trousers, reached her hand in, and moaned. Her cock, hard as granite, pulsing and warm against her hand.

"I missed your cock" Irene husked, an attempt to be seductive. Which seemed odd. Was

She not the one who pays to be seduced? It was ridiculous, of course. Irene never had to

Pay to be seduced by Jisoo. One look, and she was mush.

The brunette, however, did not miss a beat. "I'm sure you did." She smirked, cool fingers trailing up Irene's soft thigh. Her skin felt cold due to the below freezing weather from which she just came from, but not her cock. Jisoo's cock was hard and hot and rearing to go, to slip inside Irene's warm crevice, where it belonged. Thrusting up into the actress' hand, Jisoo ridher of her skirt and panties, and sucked a nipple into her mouth.

She rolled it between her lips and flicked it with her tongue until it was stiff and Irene was groaning, her fingers entangled in her hair. Her pants and boxers, now around her knees, allowed Irene to stroke her cock. The brunette loved it, loved stroking it until she was sure that it couldn't possibly get any harder. The veins, the ridges, the tip that oozed clear droplets of precum... All of it, Irene loved. "I want you in my mouth." She gasped out, as Jisoo buried her face between her legs, nibbling and sucking the slickness that trickled out of her pussy, which seemed counterproductive as it only served to produce more girl cum. More for Jisoo to lick

Jisoo pulled back and smirked, "Yeah? You want my big cock filling up your mouth?" She sat up on the couch as Irene scrambled into position. She ran her thumb along Irene's's bottom lip. "Open up, nice and wide. That's it..." Jisoo murmured. She grasped the base of her cock and tapped the tip against Irene's cheek. Her cock sank into Irene's's waiting mouth, and she threw her head back at the sensation.

"Fuck... Your mouth is insane. You suck my dick so well, Rene." Jisoo was oddly vocal today, but Irene was definitely not complaining. She pushed Jisoo's cockhead inside the softness of her inner cheek and the brunette above her grunted and thumbed the shape of her cock against Irene's mouth. Her tongue flicked Jisoo's slit, making her hips stutter and her ass flex against the actress' hand. Jisoo grunted, pulling her cock back and stroking herself slowly. "Easy. You're going to make me come early with a tongue like that."

Irene beamed and nipped Jisoo's inner thigh. It was always a boost for her self-esteem to be the cause of Jisoo's early arrival. She watched the escort stave off her orgasm by fisting her slick cock. She sat down on the couch, her pants still pooled at her feet. Irene rose off the floor and straddled Jisoo's lap, the head of her meat bumping against her stiff clit.

Without preamble, Jisoo positioned her cock against Irene's entrance and she sank down on it greedily, a gasp and a moan erupting from her lips. Irene trembled and clung to Jisoo. "Oh god, being filled to the brim with your cock... love it." She whimpered against the prostitute's mouth, while beneath her, Jisoo squirmed, hips rising in shallow undulations, her girth coated with the abundance of Irene's cum.
"I know you do. I can feel your pussy," Jisoo grinned and nuzzled the valley of Irene's tits, mouthing at her nipples until they were stiff and grazing her cheek. "It's milking me like it doesn't want my dick to leave you." She hummed and gripped Irene tighter to her body. Jisoo rutted up into her pussy, her slickness dripping down to her bails and coating her thighs. "I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, Irene." Jisoo's voice dropped into a low, rough murmur against the softness of Irene's breasts

The actress felt something deep, and it wasn't just Jisoo's cock thrusting in and out of her slick heat. She heard it in Jisoo's tone. The greediness. The selfishness. The way she clung to Irene and pounded into her, their slick skins slapping in an erotic rhythm that made Irene shiver. Her fists tightened into Jisoo's hair and she rolled her hips, allowing Jisoo's thick meat to graze her sensitive walls, making her twitch. She wanted to come, and she could feel it brewing in her lower belly, like a tidal wave:

Jisoo gripped Irene's ass tighter and craned her neck for a kiss. Their lips brushed, and Irene clenched. She wouldn't stop shaking as she came with a breathless cry. Underneath her, Jisoo increased the roughness of her pace. She pushed off the couch and flipped them over so that she was pounding in and out of Irene until her hips froze and cum pulsed out of her cock. She lay panting on top of Irene, her dick softening, her lips wandering across Irene's breasts.

So entranced were they with each other, and so exhausted by their activities that they barely heard the door open. They did, however, heard the angry footsteps that echoed throughput the din of Irene's home. "Now!"

Jisoo pulled apart from Irene but not before kissing her forehead. She pulled her boxers and pants up around her hips and Irene looked over Jisoo's shoulder to see a crowd of people in her home, led by Elle and followed by Taehyung, and Sunmi. The housekeeper looked embarrassed, averting Irene's eyes as much as possible. Jisoo stood in between Irene's nakedness and the crowd, who seemed to stare at the actress in disbelief, save for Do-yeon. "Who are you people?" Jisoo asked, calm as a spring breeze rustling through the leaves of trees. She stood up and threw a blanket over Irene's body.

"That is none of your business." Do-yeon snarled, haughty in her high heels. Her hands were on her hips, and as Irene managed to compose herself, the publicist scowled at Jisoo, as if she smelled like something died. Which, Irene could attest to the fact that Jisoo smelled anything but. She smelled like sweat and sex and frosty pines and mint. To see anyone, especially that cow Jang Do-yeon scowling at Jisoo, should be put to jail. "You," she pointed at the brunette. "Need to get out of here before call the authorities"

Irene gritted her teeth. "And who are you to kick her out?" She demanded. "If anything, should be the one to call the police and have them take you away for breaking and entering!" Rage devoured her insides like a disease, and it was taking every ounce of her will power to not lunge at her auburn hair and plastic face so she could tear her apart, inch by loathsome inch. "What do in my spare time is none of your business! You are simply a publicist, and you have no right to lord over my private life the way you're doing now!"

Jang Do-yeon scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I told you once and I'll tell you again. I know better than you" She then eyed Jisoo with disgust. "What are you still doing here? Don't you know that Irene will always be better than you? Seeing as what you do is absolute filth," She spat and snapped her fingers. Two men the size of houses stepped Inside Irene's house. "Or else you will be forced out of the premises."

With a raised brow, Jisoo copied her stance, despite her wrinkled attire and half-buttoned jeans. She stood firm and tall, and Irene was unable to help the way she admired Jisoo. "No." The brunette stated. "You can't make me. I'm here because Irene invited me, unlike you." Her eyes trailed from Do-yeon to Sunmi, to the two beefy guys and finally, to Taehyung. "Irene doesn't need any of you. She gets by on pure talent. She doesn't need a boytoy to help her achieve greatness because she's great on her own. So you need to leave."