"Mmph… Yurin, that's…"
Joon-ho's words caught in his throat as she took him deeper, her jaw relaxing to accommodate more of his length. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, maintaining eye contact even with her mouth full, her gaze communicating desire and a new kind of confidence.
"Your tongue… the way you're using it…" His breathing was ragged now, his hips beginning to move involuntarily. "Did Chae-won teach you this?"
Yurin pulled back slightly, releasing him with a wet pop, her hand continuing to stroke him. "She taught me the technique," she admitted, her voice husky with arousal, "but the enthusiasm is all mine. Do you like it?"
"I love it." Joon-ho's hand tangled in her hair, not forcing her head down but grounding himself against her touch. "You're incredible. I've never had anyone… take their time like this."
"Then let me show you more." Yurin's lips curved into a smile before she descended again.
