Valeria straddled Joon-ho's lap, naked skin slick with sweat, hair a wild mane falling down her back as she settled herself over his cock. Her thighs were already trembling, but she was nowhere near done. She gripped his shoulders, nails raking down his arms, and started grinding—slow at first, letting the thick head of his cock drag right at her entrance, teasing them both. Joon-ho's hands slid down to cup her ass, spreading her wide, pushing her down until she finally sank onto him, burying him to the hilt.
She gasped—body arching, hips rolling, greedily swallowing every inch. The rooftop air was heavy with heat and smoke and the shameless sound of bodies fucking, but Valeria set her own rhythm—rolling her hips in circles, grinding down, clenching around him, making him groan with every flex.
