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Emperor and his courtesan 2

**Disclaimer: The following scene contains explicit content.**

Mahima lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, inviting. Hoseok moved between them, his body hovering above hers. Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. As he began to rub his member against her wet core, she could feel the intensity of his desire, a heat that mirrored her own.

Hoseok could feel the wetness between her thighs, a testament to her longing. He knew she wanted him, and the knowledge fueled his desire. Slowly, deliberately, he entered her, his body filling her completely.

Mahima arched her back, a silent cry of pleasure escaping her lips. She raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist as if to claim him as her own. Her hands cupped his face, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

“You’re a very pretty woman,” Hoseok murmured, his voice rough with desire.

A blush crept up Mahima’s cheeks. “Then be mine,” she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. “Don’t do to another woman what you’re doing to me.”

Hoseok smiled, a triumphant expression on his face. He captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce intensity. Mahima held on to him tightly, as if afraid he would disappear. In this moment, she was his, and he was hers alone.

A sharp gasp escaped Mahima's lips as Hoseok began to thrust with renewed vigor. The rhythm was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her hands found his waist, urging him on. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she reached for a deeper connection, pulling him out slightly before guiding him back in with a wet, inviting suction.

With a sharp intake of breath, Mahima dismounted the bed, her body slick with desire. She turned, her back to Hoseok, and began to grind against him, using his member to pleasure herself. Her breathing was heavy, each exhale a testament to the intensity of her pleasure.

Hoseok watched, a wide smile spreading across his face. The sight of Mahima surrendering to pleasure was a potent aphrodisiac. He reached out, brushing the long, white strands of hair from his face. Mahima turned, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and contentment. She leaned in and kissed him softly.