Joon-ho shifted toward Harin first. She was already spread wide, pussy glistening and aching, her fingers pulling her folds apart as if to guide him in.
"Come here," she whispered, voice low and sultry. "I'm ready."
His hands slid under her thighs, spreading them even wider. With a single thrust, he slammed into her, cock burying deep in one smooth, wet stroke.
"Ahhh—fuck!" Harin's head jerked back, her breasts bouncing as she cried out.
Joon-ho smirked down at her, hips grinding deep. "So wet already. You must've been waiting for this cock all night."
Harin clawed at his back, moaning wildly. "Yes! Since last night… when you were fucking Ji-hye. Hearing you take her—I couldn't stop thinking about it."
He gave her no mercy, his thrusts hard and rough, each slam making her cry louder, her body taking him with greedy need.
