170 - Wireless On**ole

**Chapter 170: Do You Know What's Great About Masks? You Can Kiss Freely♡** Shin Ah-young's body trembled slightly. However, attributing it to perhaps someone brushing past, she only cast a sideways glance and displayed no significant reaction. Taking this opportunity, he decided to apply a firmer grip. "Ugh..!" Her shoulders jerked visibly, confirming it wasn't an accident. Shin Ah-young narrowed her eyes, using the reflection in the window to peek behind her. Nearby were a woman and two men engrossed with their phones, none of whom paid her the slightest attention. Perplexed by this unexpected scene, she turned her body, positioning it so no one could touch her, with her bottom against the door. In response, he altered his strategy, gently tracing a finger along her smooth skin. "Nngh..." A quiet moan escaped her lips, yet her mouth curled upwards, realizing the situation she was in. With a confident stance, she put her phone away and crossed her arms, as if inviting him to continue his mischief. He initially intended to surprise her, but her expression sparked a mischievous urge to tease her even more. They had about 30 minutes until reaching the studio—ample time for such endeavors. Settling his hand on her chest, he began to tease her with gentle caresses. "Mmm, haah..." The soft stimulation led to her nipples becoming firmer in less than a minute. Though not as large as others he had encountered, they were pleasingly responsive. He brought his mouth to her delicate peaks, gently suckling. "Ah... Ha..." Shin Ah-young grimaced, slightly parting her lips. Encouraged that she was feeling the pleasure, he alternated between nipping and licking. "Heh..." Though his actions were bold enough to be audible in a quieter setting, the surrounding noise of the train provided a cover. He continued with his caresses, undeterred. "The next station is XX Station. The doors on your... " "Aah... Nngh..." As they approached the next stop, he reluctantly released her, leaving a distinct mark where his teeth had been. The glistening saliva seemed to beckon for more attention. While passengers streamed in and out, he waited, casually stroking her waist. Once the doors closed and the train began moving again, he resumed his advances. His hand traversed her soft abdomen, descending between her thighs. Despite her straightened posture, access was not easily granted. Determined to overcome the fortress she presented, he lowered his head to administer the same indulgence to her clitoris as he had to her nipples. Pressing his tongue against it, he licked rhythmically up and down as if savoring ice cream. "Ahhh...!" Her moans were distinctly different this time. An onlooker cast a curious glance her way, prompting her to bite her lip. Unperturbed, he continued, intentionally letting his teeth graze her now and then. "Ugh... Mmph... Mmm." Her breaths grew heavier, and her legs quivered slightly. Seizing the chance, he ventured in once more. The inner thighs were slick with moisture, a mixture of sweat and her arousal contributing to the dampness. With the back of his hand, he stroked her nether lips, and her expression shifted. Blocking her mouth with her hand, her eyes momentarily rolled upward. Aware of her predicament, Shin Ah-young turned away, hiding her face from view. As the stimulation continued, her legs naturally parted, inviting him to further explore her vulnerability. He adjusted his pace, timed perfectly with the train's arrival at the next station. "The next station is... XXX Station." The announcement sounded, and as the doors parted, he bit down gently on her clit. "Mmngh... Nngh..." Those preparing to disembark shot her puzzled looks, tapping her gently as they exited. But her striking appearance forestalled any potential complaints, despite partially blocking the pathway. With a hiss and a lurch, the doors closed, granting them a moment of seclusion. Noting the escalating intensity of their interactions with each passing station, anticipation mingled with a fraction of unease in her expression. Confident she could handle more, he still opted to check her inclination, given the impending modeling gig. -Shall we stop? If you’re feeling good, blink your right eye. If you'd rather not continue, blink your left. She hesitated momentarily, touching her belly before blinking her right eye. Just as he expected. He withdrew himself, sliding between her thighs. "Nngh..." Pressing against her warmth, he felt her heartbeat pulse against him. Her temperature exceeded his own desire. With a slight adjustment, he ensured contact with her entrance, noticing the fluids cascading down. How much more will she release? When her panties were sufficiently soaked, Shin Ah-young winked with her right eye again, breaking her silence. "Push it in." Her expression, juxtaposed with those words, was irresistible. Promptly, he obliged, filling her. As he penetrated her velvety depths, she muttered involuntarily. "Haah... Ohhh..." Drawing a deep breath, her insides constricted, fitting perfectly around his form. Once accustomed, she straightened, pressing her rear against the wall as though anchoring herself for more. Seeing her readiness, he withdrew slowly, drawing strings of her essence with him. Already naturally well-lubricated, her recent climax exacerbated the slickness. He signaled his intent to intensify with a playful smack to her bottom. Shin Ah-young grasped the pole beside her, feigning nonchalance, though her heightened exposure to the surrounding crowd visibly stirred her. "Ahh... Ooh..." Even in stillness, she was quietly overwhelmed by the exhibitionistic thrill. The rhythmic contractions and expansions clamped around him. "Mmngh... Ah...! Mmph!" Giving it a moment, her abundant arousal facilitated more effortless movements, though her grip was noticeably tighter than usual. To extract forcibly would mean dragging her insides out, intensifying the pleasure tremendously. Opting for focused, intense thrusts over long strokes, he pulled her pelvis in tightly, rubbing his hips against her. "Ugh... Ahh...! Mmm..." With her moans continuing, a few around them turned their heads. Yet, Shin Ah-young's sharp glance had them quickly averting their gazes. This possessive demeanor, allowing exposure but not the prying eyes of strangers, was something he relished. "Ahh... Nngh... Feels good..." He thrust upward, nudging her womb, her thighs quaking as her inner muscles clenched around him. Squelch... Again, she climaxed, perhaps too sensitive to every motion. As she languidly basked in the afterglow, Shin Ah-young texted rapidly with unfocused eyes. -Shin Ah-young: Faster, inside. She licked her lips, swaying her hips playfully, prompting him to adjust his stance for a more rigorous engagement. Like animals merging, flesh rippled with resounding slaps. "Ah..! Nngh...aah..." Their fluid interaction disjointed her body to the rhythm of the train’s vibrations. The crotch of her pants had long darkened, with the excess dribbling down her thighs. Sensing his own release approaching, he tightened his grip on her breasts, signaling his nearing climax. Her insides replied, pulsing around him. Rippling contractions stroked his release, filling her depths entirely. She struggled to contain herself, eventually parted her lips wide, releasing a deep moan. "Unf... Ngh...!" Right on cue, the train stopped, and the doors parted. Staggering slightly, Shin Ah-young made a beeline for the exit, despite not having reached her destination. Bang. She dashed into the women's restroom, quickly shedding her soaked pants and panties, legs spread. Her entrance gaped slightly, revealing traces of his whitened essence. "Yuryeong Ssi... Are you there?" -Present. "How could you, right in there? We have a shoot soon." -Enjoying it together, and now you worry. "I didn't think you'd actually finish. I figured a few touches and that'd be it." -Really? "I don't know... Just finish it properly. I'm overly sensitive from being left hanging." She'd already climaxed upon tightening. If that was hanging, indeed. Her posture, hands braced against the toilet, bottom raised, was impossible to overlook. Switching to a semi-transparent form for a better angle, he placed his length along her spread cheeks, ready to proceed. Her playful wiggles teased him, her fluids spilling discreetly onto the tiles. Opting not to draw out the anticipation longer than necessary, he initiated. Despite the mingling fluids granting easier entry, her grip was formidable, not as simple as anticipated. Expanding her tender insides as he pushed in, Shin Ah-young released an intoxicating moan of joy and pleasure intertwined. "Haah... Right to the edge." Her insides, no less than an efficient juicing machine, caressed his member intimately. The folds clung to him, demanding his essence back. "Nngh! Ahh... Deeper... Harder..." Ah-young’s true nature emerged outdoors, her responses and lusty commands in perfect harmony. His drive intensified as he began thrusting fervently. Five minutes later, there she was, climaxing over the toilet with his seed and her own fluids mingling visibly. Due to time constraints, he had committed fully, resulting in the outcome at hand. Thankfully, the unpopular station ensured no interruptions. Lightly tapping her bottom, he queried, -Ah-young, alright? "Ha... Yes..." -Think you can manage? Checking the time, the train wouldn't be an optimal choice. "Maybe... a taxi, right?" Briefly peering at her phone, she tore and used tissue diligently to clean up, donning her trousers again. Her panties, soaked long ago, were stashed in her bag. Bare below, she strolled out, heading to the convenience store. Perhaps seeking disposable panties—he watched with a hint of curiosity—only to be met instead with an unexpected purchase. -Why a mask? Her purchase complete, Shin Ah-young concealed half her lovely face, smiling with her eyes. "Do you know what's great about masks?" -To protect against fine dust? Or muffle those moans? "You can do it secretly without anyone knowing." The light taps on her mask signaled her intent. He wasted no time, guiding her to apply her lips to his aroused self. "Ngh... Clean it up while we go. Tap the mask if you want it deeper." Her technique, enveloping him till the tip, evoked such exquisite suction that it truly deserved the moniker of a skilled oral. "Mmph... mmch... slurp..." She serviced him discreetly till they reached aboveground and into a taxi, continuing her oral ministrations as they traveled to the studio, much like a child enjoying a delightful candy. The oblivious taxi driver upfront remained clueless to the events unfolding in the back. That innocent face—concealing its endeared task with a large open mouth and swirling tongue. Click. Arriving at their destination, Shin Ah-young removed the mask, revealing lips flushed and vibrant from her endeavors. "During the shoot... It's really off-limits, isn't it?" Anticipation sparkled in her eyes despite her words, a testament to her lingering eagerness.