Joon-ho's thrusts never lost their rhythm, but the angle of his hips shifted, the thick length of his cock driving upward inside her with a precision that made Ji-hye's knees threaten to give out.
Every time he bottomed out, the tip speared that deep, impossibly tender place inside her—her cervix—sending a shock of pleasure that made her cry out without shame. She could feel it opening, as though inviting him in, and her body clenched in reflex, drawing him further, deeper, until it felt like he was knocking at the very gates of her womb.
"Ahhh—Joon-ho—" Her voice cracked, raw with need. "I—ahhh—love it from behind… I love it so much—"
He growled low behind her, the sound vibrating through his chest and into her spine. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back hard against him. "Then take it. Take every inch."
"I want it harder," she begged, her head hanging forward as her arms trembled to hold her up. "Please—harder—fuck me deeper—"
