The room was quiet—but thick with heat.
Joon-ho was still inside her, his cock softening just slightly in the warm mess between her thighs. Their skin stuck together from sweat and release. Harin's cheek rested on his shoulder, her body limp, her legs still trembling.
But then she shifted.
He felt it immediately.
A slow grind of her hips.
Her walls flexing around him. Teasing. Wanting.
He looked down at her.
She met his gaze with flushed cheeks and a cheeky, breathless grin.
"…Still hard," she whispered.
"So are you," he said, voice a little hoarse.
She giggled and pulled back, letting his cock slip out with a wet noise that made them both gasp. She moved to all fours slowly, her back arched, the curve of her ass rising into the dim light.
Her legs parted.
Her folds, puffy and dripping, were still slick with his cum—thick and shiny, strings of it glistening between her thighs.
She wiggled her hips. Looked over her shoulder.
