Under the city's velvet sky, neon from below painting restless shadows across glass and skin, the rooftop pulsed with heat and the ripe stink of sex. Joon-ho's breath caught in his throat as he slammed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into Min-Kyung's ass, her body bent over the back of the sofa—cheeks spread wide by his grip, flushed and trembling.
Min-Kyung's moans were wanton, filthy, echoing over the city's buzz. She clawed at the cushion, knuckles white, eyes wet and wild. "Yes, Daddy—fuck my ass, please, please, don't stop, make me your anal toy, fill me up, ruin me…" Her voice cracked on every word, every demand desperate and honest. Her hair clung to her face in damp ropes, mouth open and drooling, cheek pressed against the upholstery as she tried to push back for more.
