Whatever you do, don't think of hairy trail Yeosang.
Don't think of this trail of dark hair growing at his lower abdomen. Don't think of him being on top of you, inside you. You look at where your bodies meet. His stomach tense, as he has to hold himself back so bad from not coming instantly because you feel so good. You see his hairy trail. You see the drop of sweat running over his skin along the hair. You hear him, breathing tensely. Low and heavy. A whine escaping at the slightest movement. You feel too good. He wants you so much. He has you, is inside you and still he cannot get enough of you.













