Harin was already straddling him, her thighs spread wide over his lap, kissing him with a hunger that burned through every inch of her body. Her lips were messy, wet, her tongue tangled with his as her hands fumbled at her panties, tugging them down to her knees before kicking them away.
Joon-ho pushed his boxers down just enough, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, and hard against the heat of her bare pussy. Harin whimpered into his mouth as she ground down on him, her slickness coating his shaft. She rolled her hips, rubbing herself along his length, smearing her arousal over him, teasing herself on his cock until her folds quivered and her breath came sharp.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, her bra straps slipping down. She pulled back just long enough to pant, eyes wild, then pushed her tits to his face. He latched onto one nipple through the thin lace, sucking hard.
"Ahhh—oh god—oppa!" she gasped, shuddering as his tongue circled her nipple.
