The next morning, Tae stirred to the unfamiliar weight of Jungkook’s arm draped possessively over her waist—and the thick heat of his half-hard cock still nestled inside her, twitching as she shifted. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it, her sore cunt fluttering weakly around him. His breath hitched against her neck, fingers tightening on her hip.
"Morning, babygirl," he drawled, voice rough with sleep. His teeth scraped her shoulder as his hips rolled lazily, nudging deeper. "Miss me?"




















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