The silence that followed was heavy, filled only with the sound of their synchronized, ragged breathing. Joon-ho stayed pressed against Harin for a long moment, the heat of their joined bodies creating a humid bubble in the center of the office. Then, with a slow, sliding friction, he pulled his cock out of her.
Harin let out a sharp, broken moan, her hips twitching instinctively as if trying to pull him back in. She collapsed back into the leather sofa, her legs falling open in a state of total surrender. She was still vibrating, the aftershocks of her climax rippling through her nerves. Every inch of her interior felt raw and oversensitive; the sudden absence of him felt like a cold shock, leaving her shivering despite the warmth of the room.
