"Agh, what's wrong with y-you, today?" The woman cries, clasping a hand over her forehead, chest heaving with every disgruntled groan leaving the back of her throat.

She lowers a hand down to entangle in the black mop of hair, nestled between her creamy thighs.

The room is filled with steam, droplets collecting over the dip of her breasts and down the neck of the man, whose mouth is licking and sucking her swollen cunt, dry.

The slick sounds of him attaching his lower lip down her gaping hole and sucking in with all his might, have her trembling.

Her toes curl, as he lowers his head in, nose digging the pebbled button that governs her arousal, teeth sucking in her outer lips, nibbling on her flesh.

"O-Ouch.." She cries, wiggling away from the grasp that he has on her pelvis, holding her down.

He looks up at her, with serpentine eyes, philtrum and chin dripping in her white translucent arousal.

He gives her a sly smirk, digging his face back between her shaky thighs.

He flares his nostrils, forcefully sniffing in her arousal, causing gusts of shallow breaths hitting her rim of muscles, clenching around nothing.

"Please go slow.." The woman whines, the heel of her foot rubbing against the silk mattress he lays her down in.

Yong Sun retreats her engogred clit with a lewd pop, staring up at her, daggers in his eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do!" He barks, shoving his middle finger down her hole, as he continues to slurp and lick stripes up her heat.

He removes his finger, shining with her arousal.

"You wanted me to go slow? But you're enjoying it.." He mumbles, raising his finger up her body, rubbing his cum coated digit over her bead like protruded nipples.

"I-I'm sensitive, Y-Yong.." She cries, stuffing her knuckles in her mouth, to prevent a string of curses leaving her parted lips, as he presses the pad of his finger down her sore breasts.

"Well, I-I'm needy for my fiance's body..Is that bad?" He murmured, rising up her body, slotting his lower body between her parted legs such that his heavy erection sits on the junction of her thigh and pelvis, digging into it with every nudge of his body.

He's squeezing her breasts, blowing cold air over her pebbled pink nipples, watching her arousal dry over them.

He presses into her, intentionally, causing a fat bead of pre cum to roll off of his engorged mushroom head and onto her pelvic bone.

She looks down at where their bodies are touching each other and watches his member twitch, coated with pre-arousal.

"T-Touch it.." He mumbles, digging his head into her neck, breathing in her sweaty scent.

The girl whines in his grasp.

"We-We just had sex..I'm exhausted." She complains, placing a pat over his shoulder.

He looks at her, biting his lips.

"Are you saying you don��t want me, Gonjunim?" He asks, toying with her nipples, staring into her eyes.

"Your body says, otherwise." He comments, flicking her bud of nerves, that stand tall and proud.

She sighs into his head, running her fingers down his scalp.

"I-It's just, you always show up when you want something to do with my body. You hide things and are never vocal about what's worrying you.." She voices out, huffing.

Yong Sun raises his head off her chest, leaning forward to drop a chaste kiss over her pouty disappointed lips.

"Yah, I'm under tremendous pressure. Your Father makes me work like a slave on a leash. Why do you think I'm working so hard? It's just so I can give you a life you're accustomed to..I come here to spend time with you, coat you in arousal and blow off some steam. Is that so wrong?" He asks, running a hand down their bodies, fingers squeezing her oversensitive clit.

"Nnnghhh.." She cries, thighs moving under his own.

"B-But today, you had blood on your robe. I-I hope you're not doing anything wrong." She confides, forcing her to look at him.

"Ssibal!" He thinks to himself.

Since when did Women begin thinking? he wondered.

He pulls one of his enchanting smiles, he's practiced over the years.

"Aigoo, you're my everything. I wouldn't forsake anything for what we have. You trust me, right?" He asks, rutting into her pelvic bone.

She flexes her neck, looking away, nodding and biting down on her lips.

"Of-Of Course.." She moans, into the pillow, turning sideways, to lie on her arm.

Yong Sun spoons her from the back, lifting a thigh to shimmy his erection, against her slick folds, letting out a content sigh.

"C-Can you call me Bohoja?" He asks, nibbling the lobe of her ear, hands gripping her breast, spilling out on the sides.

"Please?" He asks, a second time.

"I-It makes me feel like I'm protecting someone.." He mumbles, guiding his member into her hole.

The girl lets out a loud whine, gripping his hands, interlocking them over her breasts.

"B-Bohoja.." She cries as he speeds up the thrust of his hips, fingers digging into her plush thighs.

Agh, he loved hearing the word Bohoja slip off a woman's tongue.

He didn't care whether it was from Soojin's or his fiance's.

All he wanted was to feel Soojin sucking in his member whilst Yun Ki stood behind the bars of the prison watching her tight cunt take in his brother's angry red tip that throbbed whenever Soojin whined, as he ran the pads of his fingers over her pointy peaks peeking out the flimsy blue nightgown she wore, serving herself before him as though she were a buffet and he was a man who'd been starved for years.

That's how strong his hunger for Soojin was.

Besides, he was too fond of just about anything that Yun Ki placed a finger on.

Soojin was his wife, all well-endowed, a much bigger bonus to him.

Agh, he could feel how tight her walls would clench around him with every painful thrust.

He could even visualise Yun Ki's fiery eyes as he rattled on the gates of prison, watching them engage in coitus.