She answers Hyejeong by running her lips along Hyejeong's neck, admiring every sound she makes, and Hyejeong moves her fingers to Chanmi's chest, twisting her collar, wanting more. Her hands slide down to beneath Chanmi's collar and every beautiful gasp she makes is hers, mirrored in her own breathing, more harshly.
She answers Hyejeong by running her lips along Hyejeong's neck, admiring every sound she makes, and Hyejeong moves her fingers to Chanmi's chest, twisting her collar, wanting more. Her hands slide down to beneath Chanmi's collar and every beautiful gasp she makes is hers, mirrored in her own breathing, more harshly.
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