Si woo
I pulled out slowly, real slow, just so I could watch it all happen. My cum started dripping out of him right away, thick and white, sliding down his thighs like I'd marked him for good. Like a fucking trophy I earned. Ye-jun just slumped there on the drafting table, chest going up and down fast, eyes half-closed, the ripped lace hanging off him in sad little pieces. He looked completely wrecked hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, lips swollen, body shaking a little like he couldn't decide if he wanted to cry or punch me. And yeah, I grinned like an idiot because that mess? That was all me. I did that to him.
