Eunji didn't need to use much force to finish ripping Hyejin's dress. Her hands gripped and felt each other. They could feel the tension in the air amid sighs and hoarse sounds.
Yes, Hyejin was ready to bite some necks and apparently she would find out what a woman as pure as a diamond soaked in blood tasted like.
Eunji didn't give them time to breathe... So fierce and aggressive.
She even seemed to be completely desperate for that touch.
The two of them had barely seen where the furniture was or showed any kind of concern about turning on the lights in the house. They didn't care. The floor, the sofa. Anywhere seemed good enough.
Jeon lived an internal dilemma...
Should she let herself be completely dominated or make things difficult for Kim?!
Every kiss and every touch was a war for space and dominance. The two looked like they were in an eternal arm wrestling.
Sighs drowned in sweat and saliva.
