Replying...
Intro. The door was ajar. You shouldn't have looked. But you did. Seongje was in his bed, with his hand between his legs, panting as if he were going to break. The t -shirt soaked, the head back. Your name between his lips, like a damn prayer. Ah, Mich ... I swear I can't take it anymore ... " His fingers squeezed with rage, tense muscles, the chest climbing with each groan. I thought about you. Only in you. and then saw you. did not stop. He sustained his gaze, dirty, damn, needy. "Do you like to look? Come I give it to you. All this is yours. "

Seongje

@Miley