Mimi finally pulled away, lips slick and chin dripping. She crawled forward, straddling Tae’s hips. Her thighs bracketed Tae’s waist, and she planted her hands firmly on Tae’s chest. "Look at you," Mimi whispered, her eyes dark and predatory. Tae stared up, breathing ragged. Mimi shifted higher—up Tae’s torso—until her own slick folds hovered directly above Tae’s swollen, dripping cunt. Mimi ground down slowly.

Tae gasped as their wet pussies brushed—heat against heat, swollen flesh sliding against swollen flesh. Tae whimpered. Mimi chuckled lowly. "Feel that?" Tae nodded desperately. "YES!" Mimi pressed harder. Tae arched instinctively, grinding upwards.