Ki-hoon wasn't kidding when he said he was going to make me feel good. I tried to brace myself for it but the way he moved his hands, the way his fingers twirled around my shaft and then stroked, nothing could prepare me for the sensation that followed.
His delicate movements sent bolts of pleasure over my body and my legs began losing strength in the process.
I held the ends of the wash basin, panting and sweating while Ki-hoon stroked me from behind, his hand on my waist to steady me despite my trembling legs.
"Ahh—! Mphh—!" I bit my lip, trying to muffle my moan, but it was no use.
With each attempt to keep my mouth closed and swallow my moans, Ki-hoon would deliberately make it so that my body would jerk and my mouth would fly wide open with moans spilling out.
He leaned his body into mine, touched my chest as he touched my dick at the same time, while kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear.
