Their movements together are slow, fluid, loving, like they can take all the time in the world. The most Chanmi remembers of the end of it is her fingers tangled in Hyejeong's hair, her sweat on their skin, soaking through their clothes, Hyejeong's quiet, sweet moans filling the air in the little greenhouse, hot and cool air mixing together and enveloping them, along with their emotions, their passion and pain, flowing together like water.
Their movements together are slow, fluid, loving, like they can take all the time in the world. The most Chanmi remembers of the end of it is her fingers tangled in Hyejeong's hair, her sweat on their skin, soaking through their clothes, Hyejeong's quiet, sweet moans filling the air in the little greenhouse, hot and cool air mixing together and enveloping them, along with their emotions, their passion and pain, flowing together like water.
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