“Mmph....”
The immense pressure from Sohwa’s insides was so stimulating even for Dohwi, as it felt like her tight body was trying to squeeze the soul out of him. Barely able to hold on, Dohwi’s dark brows knit together.
Still holding her slender legs over his shoulder, Dohwi pulled her close, their chests nearly touching. Their breaths mingled, sweet and warm, as he leaned in to lavish her neck with his thick, yet delicate tongue.
“I... I think I’m going to die.”
“Die of pleasure?”
“Aaah!”
Sohwa’s playful whine made Dohwi chuckle softly.
As he slowly rotated his hips and gently thrust, Sohwa quickly released a sharp cry of pleasure. Savoring the beautiful melody that filled his ears, Dohwi continued until dawn.
* * *
Sohwa didn’t regain her consciousness until late in the afternoon.
‘Oh dear... I’m going to die... I really am....’
Her whole body ached as if it had been brutally beaten up, and a dull pain throbbed in her abdomen.
