The room was still, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and their ragged breathing. The scent of sex lingered in the air, musky and sweet, a reminder of what they'd shared. The dim lighting cast everything in warm, golden tones, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and relaxation.
Yurin was the first to move, pushing herself up from the table with a graceful stretch. Her body was flushed, her skin glowing with the aftermath of pleasure, but there was an energy in her movements that suggested she wasn't done for the night. She moved to the small refreshment station in the corner of the room, her hips swaying with a natural, unconscious grace.
Seo-yeon watched her from where she still lay on the massage table, her body too weak to move just yet. She felt deliciously used, her muscles limp and relaxed, her mind floating in a haze of satisfaction. But her eyes were drawn to Yurin, to the way she moved with such efficiency and elegance.
