Joon-ho held at her entrance, the swollen crown of his cock just barely notched inside Yura's drenched pussy, teasing her with every twitch of his hips. Her legs were splayed wide, knees hooked up over his arms, the sheets twisted in one fist, her other hand locked around his wrist in a silent dare. Her eyes, blown wide with hunger, locked on his face, every breath a shivering demand.
She bit out, voice rough, "Don't keep me waiting, Joon-ho. I want it. I want all of you—now." Her hips rocked, seeking, her cunt flexing, slick and ready, so fucking desperate for him it was all he could do not to lose control right then.
