She leaned in closer, and I could feel her chest rubbing against mine. She felt really warm, suggesting that she was horny right now.
As our bodies pressed together, her breath grew heavier, and her lips grazed my earlobe. The intensity of the moment made it clear that she was craving a passionate connection.
She wanted to feel the connection that her husband had failed to give her.
"Uncle Joon, please, make me feel like a woman again," she pleaded, her eyes almost teary. "I don't like this feeling; I feel like I'm not good enough anymore."
Hearing her words, I'd feel like a jerk if I didn't reciprocate her initiative, but it was still too early.
I wanted her to be more invested in me, to dance in the palm of my hands, and succumb without me doing anything.
The satisfaction of witnessing a married woman gradually offering herself to me brought a unique and exhilarating sensation
