𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌 ──── 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙈

𝟎𝟏 ✧ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙊𝙉𝙀

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌
──── 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙈

𝟎𝟏

Kim Myung-Dae knelt between the splayed legs of a wealthy man, his posture a blend of practiced ease and professional attentiveness. The plush, velvet upholstery of the private hosting room seemed to hold them in a cocoon of intimacy, the muted thud of bass from the main club area a distant heartbeat that pulsed through the walls. Myung-Dae's hands rested firmly on the man's knees, providing a steady anchor as he maneuvered his head with a deliberate and practiced motion.

The man's expensive silk trousers were carelessly pushed down around his thighs, revealing the well-manicured and slick expanse of his long shaft. Myung-Dae's lips brushed gently against the base of the man's member, his breath warm and teasing as he ventured further down with a methodical rhythm. He took the man's cock deep into his mouth, skillfully working his way up to the hot, sticky head, his tongue tracing intricate patterns along its sensitive surface.

The rich timbre of the man's moans cut through the ambient noise, each sound a testament to Myung-Dae's skill and the pleasure he was eliciting. His focus was unwavering, attuned to every fluctuation in the man's breathing, the way his body tensed and relaxed with each movement. The intoxicating blend of cologne and alcohol that clung to the man's skin only served to heighten Myung-Dae's sense of urgency, his desire to bring the man to the brink of satisfaction and conclude the evening.

Dressed in the height of fashion, the man's attire spoke volumes of his affluence and status. The designer labels and meticulous tailoring of his clothing were not lost on Myung-Dae, who had noticed them the moment he entered the club. However, the man's staggering inebriation was equally apparent, his movements sluggish and his speech slurred. Myung-Dae was acutely aware of the opportunity this presented: a chance to expedite his work, fulfill his client's desires, and potentially escape the clutches of another grueling night.

The prospect of finishing early was a beacon of relief for Myung-Dae, who was exhausted from the relentless cycle of work and early mornings required by his academic commitments. The thought of slipping out of the club and heading home to rest was a tantalizing motivation.

Kim Myung-Dae's lips worked with practiced precision, swirling around the head of the man's cock and eliciting a series of low, guttural moans. He could feel the man's muscles tensing and twitching in response, a clear sign that his ministrations were having the desired effect. The man's hands, previously gripping the edges of the luxurious armchair, now wandered uncertainly to the back of Myung-Dae's head, fingers tangling in his hair with a mix of urgency and drunken clumsiness.

"Faster," the man groaned, his voice a strained whisper as he tried to communicate through his mounting pleasure. "I need... I need more."

Myung-Dae looked up briefly, his eyes locking with the man's as he pulled back momentarily. He offered a reassuring smile, his lips glistening with a mix of pre-cum and his own saliva. "I'm here to make sure you're satisfied," he said softly, his voice smooth and soothing. "Just let go and enjoy."

The man's head lolled back against the chair, his eyes squeezed shut as he surrendered to the sensations Myung-Dae was providing. The decadent aroma of expensive cologne mingled with the sharper tang of alcohol, creating an intoxicating scent that only heightened the atmosphere of the room.

Myung-Dae returned his attention to the man's cock, his movements more deliberate and urgent. He varied his technique, employing a combination of quick flicks and slow, deliberate strokes to maximize pleasure. Each movement was met with a renewed series of moans and gasps from the man, who was clearly struggling to maintain any semblance of control.