Seo-yeon had lost all sense of time, of place, of anything except the overwhelming sensations flooding her body. The blindfold was still in place, cutting her off from visual input and forcing her to rely entirely on her other senses. And those senses were being pushed to their absolute limit.
Yurin's lips were wrapped around her nipple, sucking and teasing with skill that made Seo-yeon gasp and writhe. The sensation was incredible—wet and warm and demanding, sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to her core. Yurin's tongue traced patterns against the sensitive peak, flicking and circling, drawing soft cries from Seo-yeon's gagged mouth.
"Your nipples are so responsive," Yurin murmured, her lips brushing against Seo-yeon's skin. "I could play with them all night and never get tired of it."
