Just then, the front door swung open, and Yeri Lim stepped in — only to freeze at the sight of Yohan with his hand on Mia's neck, pinning her lightly against the counter.
"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt…" she stammered with an awkward smile.
Yohan turned to her with an easy grin. "It's fine. We were already done talking. We'll pick it up tomorrow."
He glanced back at Mia one last time, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. "...Why don't we go inside," he said to Yeri, gently ushering her toward one of the rooms before closing the door behind them.
She stood there, thighs drenched, standing in a small puddle of her pussy juice. Her pussy was still burning hot, itching for his cock but there was nothing she could do.
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Inside the room, Yohan's hands moved slowly over Yeri's oiled skin, tracing the smooth lines of her back before gliding to her sides and flipping her over. It was a full-body massage, so the only thing she had on was a pair of black panties.
