Gripping the backs of Cheon Areum's knees with a steady grip, Yoon Seoyul pressed a soft kiss to the timidly contracting, heated hole, then boldly pushed his tongue inside.
"Yoon Seoyul…this isn't necessary."
Cheon Areum spoke in an almost inaudible voice, and Yoon Seoyul, as if lost in a fervent reverie of his own, had all his senses honed in on devouring the tender, pitiful entrance—which hadn't had a moment's respite before another eager intruder began relishing it with relentless zeal once more.
"Haah…"
Surrendering to the consuming carnality, Cheon Areum's hazy eyes gazed vacantly into space, lost in a fog of desire. The tongue, though not enough to penetrate him fully, teased with just enough fervor to seat him on a throne of unbearable longing, aching for more with every tantalizing stroke.
