MINJAE
Jisoo's mouth felt like fucking heaven, sucking gently as if he was trying to draw out every last drop.
I gripped the back of the sofa harder, my knuckles turning white, fighting to stay upright while my legs trembled beneath me. His tongue swirled around the head, lapping up the remnants of my release, and I couldn't help the low growl that escaped my throat.
"Fuck, Jisoo," I rasped, my voice rough with the aftershocks.
He hummed in response, the vibration shooting straight through me, making my hips buck involuntarily.
His eyes locked onto mine, dark and hazy with lust, as he took me deeper, inch by inch, until his lips stretched wide around my cock.
One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently, while his other hand braced against my thigh for leverage.
"That's it, Jisoo. Squeeze them just—yeah, fuck, like that." My words came out in a whisper, urging him on even as I tried to hold back.
