I pressed my palm harder over my mouth, trying to steady my breath, and make sure no sound slipped out, but Tae-Hyun's hand refused to let me think straight. He just wouldn't stop to let me catch my breath, not even for a second.
Every press of his fingers and every single stroke made my knees tremble.
I couldn't forgive him. I couldn't forgive myself either.
"Mm,"
"Shh…" he coaxed as a moan slipped out of my covered mouth, his lips brushing my temple, hot and maddeningly gentle. "Don't be scared. They won't know… unless you let them."
'Oh no... I... I'm cumming.' I couldn't hold it in any longer.
It was building up too much and I had no control. Tae-Hyun was moving his hands at an incredible speed, and he wasn't just mindlessly doing it; his fingers trailed the curves that brought about the most pleasurable experience.
He was so good with his hands that it was making me lose my mind.
But I didn't want to... I would ruin the floor and... Ruin my pants.
I didn't...
