and hj can sense it like an earthquake, digs his fingers into her soft creamy skin and rides her through a shaking orgasm, steadily tongue-fucking her until she’s slackening her grip around his head. she’s so pliant afterwards, wanting kisses and to be held, which hj is more than happy to indulge.

eating out hwa on the other hand, is very similar to going to war, hj imagines. she’s silent for the most part, only the smallest gasps and swallowed whimpers adding to the slick noises hj is making down below.