The first thing Ji-hye felt was warmth.
It wasn't the kind of heat from the morning sun—it was heavier, steady, and entirely human. As her lashes fluttered open, her vision was still hazy, her mind not quite awake. The faint scent of skin, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat against her cheek… she realized she was curled into Joon-ho's arm, her body tucked perfectly against his side.
Her eyes felt heavy, but the soreness in her waist was impossible to ignore. Even her thighs had a faint ache, and between them… she shifted slightly, and a shiver ran through her. Her pussy was tender, every small movement making her aware of the lingering stretch, the faint, sticky heat that told her his cum was still there.
The memories came back all at once.
How she'd clung to him like she couldn't get enough. How she'd begged for him to go deeper, harder. How she'd cried out, shameless, like a woman starved.
Her cheeks burned instantly.
