"Ahh—"
A hand extended from the two sweaty bodies tangled together in a tight lock with the scream. Hong Juryeon's hand clenched onto the bedsheet in a way to make an escape from him. His whole body almost collapsed when Park Taehee's hand shot out to hold him up.
"Hagh!... Ah!"
Truthfully, he had forgotten about him for a second there. He gripped one side of Hong Juryeon's breast as the body beneath him was losing strength quickly. Well, much of it was his fault. He had played too hard with him before getting to the main event. Because of the guiding, he was gradually losing his energy. It was getting harder to breathe, but Park Taehee was still smiling while panting heavily.
"Out... Nghn! Ah! Take it out!"
Hong Juryeon muttered in a wet voice. He could really only take a considerable amount of Hong Juryeon's cries, so his heart did shift for a bit as he leaned down, pressing his chest over the sweaty back.
"Do you want it out?"
