"On your knees." He told her, his voice rough. "Face me."
Mirae sank to the floor without question, looking up at him with eyes that were still glazed with pleasure. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation made her pulse race.
Joon-ho stood over her, his hand moving faster on his cock, chasing his own release. His eyes never left her face, watching her reaction, knowing she was enjoying every moment of this.
"Open your mouth." He commanded.
Mirae obeyed, parting her lips, her tongue extending slightly in invitation. It was all the encouragement Joon-ho needed. With a groan of release, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed across her face.
The first spurt landed across her cheek, hot and thick. The second caught her on her chin, dripping down toward her neck. The third and fourth spurts painted her lips and tongue, marking her with his essence in the most primal way possible.
