The warm water enveloped them, the heat seeping into Seo-yeon's muscles, loosening tension she hadn't even realized she was carrying. She leaned back against Joon-ho's chest, letting herself relax completely, her body floating in the buoyant embrace of the bath.
But there was more than just water between them now. She could feel him—hard and ready against her backside, his cock pressing against the curve of her ass. The contact was deliberate, undeniable, and it sent a flush of anticipation through her body that had nothing to do with the temperature of the bath.
Seo-yeon shifted slightly, testing the sensation, and when Joon-ho's grip on her tightened just enough to show he noticed, she made her intentions clear. Slowly, deliberately, she moved her hips, grinding her ass back against him, a silent invitation that needed no words.
