[There's naked greed in her eyes as his shirt comes off. Eun would never be the one to say he is too beautiful because she wants every inch of him just as he is. Her hands grasp at his waist, nails dragging over bared skin as he in turn grasps the fabric of her shirt. One hand rises up to cup the back of his head as his mouth find s her skin, and she learns in an instant the first benefit of his many years.
He rips her shirt down the back and Eun gasps at how quickly it comes off her body. She arches toward him, urging him on, hips half lifting into his hands as his mouth makes it way to soft, sensitive skin beneath her breast.]
Need, you, Asil.
[She wriggles on the table, trying to help, trying to lift away from the surface as he pulls her jeans down. The moment she's free of them and can settle down once more, her hand darts forward for the buckle of his belt, intending to return the favor from her perch on his countertop. Her legs wrap around him, craving the feel of him against her once more with urgent, needy sounds.]
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He rips her shirt down the back and Eun gasps at how quickly it comes off her body. She arches toward him, urging him on, hips half lifting into his hands as his mouth makes it way to soft, sensitive skin beneath her breast.]
Need, you, Asil.
[She wriggles on the table, trying to help, trying to lift away from the surface as he pulls her jeans down. The moment she's free of them and can settle down once more, her hand darts forward for the buckle of his belt, intending to return the favor from her perch on his countertop. Her legs wrap around him, craving the feel of him against her once more with urgent, needy sounds.]