Joon-ho's hips pressed forward, the thick head of his cock parting her with almost no resistance. Ji-hye was soaked—her slick heat clinging to him instantly, coating every inch as he eased himself inside.
Her head fell back against the pillow with a shuddering exhale, her thighs trembling as her pussy stretched around him. "Ahhh—" the sound slipped out, breathless, almost dazed.
He paused for just a moment when he was halfway in, the weight of his body pressing over hers. His eyes stayed locked on her face, watching every twitch of her lips, every little gasp. Then he sank deeper, smooth and slow, until his hips were flush with hers and she could feel him filling her completely.
Ji-hye's fingers dug into the sheets. The fullness was overwhelming—thick, hot, and unyielding—and yet her body welcomed it, wet walls clutching at him as if trying to keep him there.
