Ye Jun
Si Woo didn't push in right away. He just kept rubbing the fat head of his cock around my hole, slow circles, dipping in the tiniest bit then pulling back like he had all the time in the world. My legs were already shaking from how he had me folded up, knees damn near touching my shoulders, wrists still cuffed to the headboard. I was leaking so much it was embarrassing, pre-cum sliding down my own stomach, and every time his cock nudged against me my hole twitched like it was trying to suck him in by itself.
"Please," I choked out before I could stop myself. My voice sounded cracked and whiny and I hated it. "Si Woo, come on, just fuck me already. Stop teasing."
He laughed, low and mean, and dragged his cock up between my cheeks again, smearing all that slick around. "Aw, listen to you. Five seconds ago you were running your mouth about how I couldn't last, and now you're crying for it? Pathetic, Ye Jun. Really fucking pathetic."
