Joon-ho began to move.
Slowly, steadily, his hips rolled forward, easing the thick length of his cock deeper into Ji-hye's already-wet, but achingly tight pussy. She gasped, her nails pressing against his arms. Even with all the arousal soaking her folds, she clung to him so snugly, so intimately, that every inch he pushed in felt like a stretch, like her body was desperately trying to memorize his shape.
"Ahh..." Ji-hye moaned, head tilting back as her thighs wrapped tighter around his waist.
Joon-ho exhaled a low breath, his eyes locked on her face, watching every twitch, every flutter of her lashes as he began to build a rhythm.
"You're so tight..." he whispered, voice low and reverent, hips starting to move with more confidence now, a slick, wet sound meeting every stroke.
Ji-hye whimpered, her hands flying to his back, her lips parting as pleasure bloomed. "I can feel... every vein. It's stretching me so deep... oh god... it's so thick... I feel it all..."
