Both of them were pantingβhard, ragged breaths filling the flower-scented room. Jungkook stayed buried deep inside her, hips still flush to hers, cock twitching with aftershocks. His forehead rested between her breasts, sweat-slick skin pressed to sweat-slick skin. Taeβs legs were still loosely wrapped around his waist, ankles crossed at his lower back.
She let out a low, satisfied laughβvoice wrecked.




















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