Joon-ho moved between Seo-yeon's legs, his cock still hard, still ready for more. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head just barely pressing against her wet folds, and Seo-yeon watched him with anticipation, her eyes dark with need. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest, her entire body focused on this one moment, this one connection.
She could feel him there—big, hot, ready—and her body was already responding, her pussy clenching with want. It had been so long since anyone had been inside her, so long since she'd felt this kind of connection, this kind of pleasure. Her husband had never touched her like this, never looked at her with this kind of hunger, never made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. But Joon-ho did, and it made her want to weep with gratitude and desire.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need this."
