Chapter 11: Stuffed Sleep, Morning Moans

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She didn’t unlock her legs. Even as she trembled in his lap, thighs twitching from her third orgasm, Mirae held tight—ankles locked behind his back, her soaked pussy still wrapped around his cock like it refused to let him leave. "...Don’t let me go," she whispered again, breath catching, voice barely there. Joon-ho leaned in, kissed her lips softly. Once. Twice. Then deeper. "You’re not going anywhere." He stood. With her. Still inside. Her gasp melted against his mouth. He adjusted her weight, hands gripping under her thighs as he rose from the chair—her pussy squishing around his cock, still wet and filled with his cum. She whimpered. "Fuck—!" Each step toward the bedroom made his cock shift inside her.Every movement?A new angle.A new pressure.A new slam against her cervix. By the time he reached the door, her moans had turned into cries. Her head fell back, eyes rolling. "Oh God—it’s too much—" One thrust—mid-step—made her cum again. Legs locked. Arms tight around his shoulders. Mouth open in silent, desperate orgasm. He kissed her through it. Slow. Wet. His tongue finding hers as her pussy clenched hard around him, juices leaking down his shaft, dripping down his legs as he carried her to bed. When they reached it, he lowered her gently onto the mattress. She groaned—both from the softness of the sheets and the way his cock pushed deeper with her back flat now, still inside. "Can’t..." she breathed, dizzy. "Can’t feel my legs..." He kissed her forehead. "Sleep." "I’ll leak..." "I’ll clean you later." "...Promise?" "I swear." She smiled—dopey, flushed, fucked senseless. "...Stay inside me?" He nodded, brushing damp hair from her cheek. "Until you wake up." Her eyes fluttered shut. Her pussy still twitched around him every few seconds, slow aftershocks humming through her body. Minutes passed. And then— Sleep. Morning A shaft of morning light cut across the white sheets. Mirae stirred. And gasped. "...Oh—fuck..." Her body stretched—but her legs didn’t move. Her hips rolled instinctively.And she felt it.Every inch of him. Still inside. Still hardening slowly. "Still there," Joon-ho whispered, smiling lazily beside her. Her cheeks flushed immediately. "You didn’t... pull out?" "You told me not to." She bit her lip, squirmed—and moaned, loud. "I’m... too sensitive..." She shifted again—another wave of heat rolled through her, sparking between her thighs. "You’re leaking," he whispered. "I can feel it. My cum soaking back down around me." She whimpered. "I’m gonna cum again if you keep talking like that..." He kissed her neck. "I hope you do." Then her lips. "I want you to start every morning like this." Then her nipple. "And every night." She melted. A slow breath. A soft grind of her hips. "I’m ruined..." He kissed her again. Deep, slow, tongue licking the last of her sleep from her mouth. "You’re mine."

Chapter 11: Stuffed Sleep, Morning Moans

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