“Fuck,” Joon’s eyes are watching you from between your spread thighs, his fingers pumping in and out of you while his tongue flicks over your clit, “you’re soaked baby girl. You’re dripping all the way down to my wrist.”
You can feel that you’re close to the edge, but you know Joon likes to tease you. He also likes to tease himself.
“I bet you feel so good inside. So nice and hot.” He sits up on his knees and shifts his boxers down his thighs, “I bet you can warm me up really good.”
He slides up your body, his large hands guiding his thick length inside you. You gasp as he enters you, so hot and hard. He presses his hips completely into yours and stills.
“J-Joon,” your voice is a breathless whine against his mouth as he holds you immobile, “please, move. I need you to move.”
“Not yet baby,” you can feel his rigid length pulse inside of you, “let me just warm up first.”