Ji-hye's body was still humming, every nerve ending charged from the relentless tease, the oil on her skin barely dry, her thighs sticky with need. She pressed her cheek to the massage table, heart pounding, pussy aching, and arched her back, offering herself up without shame, her ass lifted, legs spread wide, surrendering to want.
"Please," she whispered, voice ruined and pleading, breathless from everything he'd done and everything he hadn't yet. "Joon-ho… fuck me. Now. I can't wait—please—"
He didn't make her beg a second time. He stepped behind her, hands gripping her waist, rough and greedy, cock thick and slick from all the teasing. For a moment, he just held her there, admiring the view—her back arched, ass pushed out, pussy glistening, lips swollen, desperate and open. He slid the head of his cock through her folds, up and down, gathering every drop of slick, letting it drag over her clit, teasing just enough to make her whimper.
