The air in the lounge was thick, saturated with the scent of sex and the heavy, musk-laden aroma of Joon-ho's release. The jazz music continued to play in the background, but it felt distant now, a mere echo compared to the thunderous pounding of their hearts. Ha-eun remained arched on the velvet sofa, her voluptuous rear presented to him in a pose of absolute submission. The glistening trails of cum still leaked from her, lubricating her thighs and the velvet cushions beneath her.
Joon-ho didn't hesitate. He stepped in close, his thighs brushing against her soft skin, and without a word of warning, he lunged forward. He buried himself in her with one singular, powerful plunge.
"Ah… Yaa…!" Ha-eun screamed, her voice echoing through the quiet room.
