I was a mess of moans and gasps. I could feel Min-Cheol holding my hand once again, his knuckles white as he watched us, and I felt Jin-Yeok's steady breathing above me.
The heat in my belly was a roaring inferno, and Seo-Jun's slow, methodical movements were fueling it into blinding white light.
The friction built until I couldn't breathe, until my very bones felt like they were melting.
Then, without warning, when he saw I had relaxed to his rhythm, he decided to become the devil and drove deep inside me, hitting the very center of my heat.
"Aah—!" I screamed, my body shaking with the force of a spectacular, blinding orgasm. A dry orgasm since nothing came out, and he sneered.
"You like it so much you're cumming, dry. What a little slut," he exclaimed and increased his pace, dismissing the fact that I was still cumming, and the tension caused my insides to clamp around him.
He hit his lip, muffling a groan as he felt me tighten around him.
