dimplyillegirl:
    obviously, she had seen her a couple of times in the library but, people came and were gone as quick unless they were studying. there’s an audible gasp escaping her at the harsh smack, not having expected it but, jihee were thankful when phone and headphones were gone; making this whole session all the more intense and intimate for her.  ❝  and what do i call you, hm  ?  ❞  she asked with a mellow voice, weak legs managing to get her to stand, able to feel how she had already begun getting wet. with a hand resting on the shelf of one of the bookcases, she’s able to regain balance in stance, while the other is holding her skirt up quite shamelessly. jihee was confident in her body so, she had no trouble showing it off, even to a stranger like the other. however, the moment felt like she had known him for forever. tongue is running out over red-colored lips as she’s gazing down at him, a bit flustered but, it was only because of the time and place  —  she was supposed to work.
    haneul watched her getting up and resting against a shelf. with a smile, he moved, until his back was pressed against the same shelf, his head between her legs. his mouth was easily reaching her folds, since he was tall, which was perfect for what he wanted to do. “you can call me haneul, miss jihee,” he grinned, pushing her panties to one side and running his tongue over her clit and between her wet folds, moaning softly at the taste. “who would have thought you can be such a naughty slut?” he chuckled, sucking eagerly on her clit, pulling back a little just to rip off her panties, before his mouth was back on her pussy, sucking and licking like she was the best desert he ever had. haneul’s cock twitched, precum leaking onto his boxers, but he focused on her, rubbing his tongue between her folds, hands squeezing her ass.













