Hyerim didn't come down gently.
Her body was still trembling, aftershocks rolling through her in slow, involuntary waves as she lay sprawled on the massage bed. Her legs were slack and open, thighs glistening, pussy swollen and flushed around Joon‑ho's cock—still buried deep inside her. She hadn't realized she was still clenching until another shiver tore through her and a soft, broken moan slipped from her lips.
"Ah… fuck…" she murmured, voice wrecked, eyes half‑lidded. "I can still feel it…"
Her cunt pulsed around him, tight, greedy, like it wasn't done yet. Each twitch sent a faint drag along his length, making her whimper again. She tilted her hips unconsciously, seeking friction, needing reassurance that he was really still there.
Joon‑ho felt every tremor.
