The dress tore down the middle with one sharp pull—expensive silk fluttering to the floor like confetti. Tae barely had time to gasp before Jungkook lifted her off the counter, her legs locking around his waist as he plunged into her without warning. The stretch burned deliciously—her nails carving crescent moons into his shoulders as he started walking through the house still buried inside her.
"Bedroom," she panted between thrusts, her breasts bouncing against his chest as he carried her through the foyer.




















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