Stay, My Dear

In the darkness where it was hard to say that light existed, she thought that all the black she knew might have been fake .

He stroked her saliva-soaked breasts and slowly went down to kiss her sunken belly button. He put his hand inside her skirt and caressed it, and when he found her thin, seamless underwear, he snickered and opened his eyes.

“Underwear that looks like yours? Neat and clean. Perfect…. I want to get dirty.”

He pulled her underwear down to her ankles and squeezed her round buttocks as if spreading them apart.

His gaze was fixed on a moist and secret place that no one had ever seen before.

Chaewon said, avoiding eye contact with a heat that could not be explained as shame.

“Those words…. It seems like bad taste…”

“I’m not trash who has s** as a hobby. But, can I… suck it? Here.”