Emperor and his courtesan

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by Jojopeach7

by Jojopeach7

**Disclaimer: The following content is sexually explicit and intended for mature audiences only. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.**

The room was a haze of passion, the air thick with desire. Mahima, her body glistening with perspiration, met Hoseok's gaze with a look of insatiable hunger. Without a word, she reached for him, her fingers finding the familiar warmth. As he slid back inside her, she tapped her lap rhythmically, a silent invitation.

Hoseok, his breath coming in ragged pants, responded with a primal urgency. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm. Mahima's legs found their way to his shoulders, her body arching as she met each and every stroke. Her eyes, glazed with lust, followed his every movement. He licked his lips, a gesture as provocative as any touch.

“God, I’m so lucky to have you, sweetheart,” she breathed, her voice a husky whisper.

Hoseok smiled, his eyes soft with affection. “I love you,” he replied, his voice low and comforting. She leaned up and kissed him softly, her lips tasting of salt and desire.

The pace quickened. Hoseok thrust harder, faster, his movements becoming more and more desperate. Mahima arched off the bed, her nails digging into the mattress as she cried out in ecstasy. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and her body trembled with each powerful thrust. She clutched at Hoseok’s arms, her grip tightening as the pleasure intensified.

Time seemed to slow as they approached the precipice. With one final, earth-shattering thrust, they both erupted in a cataclysmic release. Mahima's body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pressing deeper into Hoseok. A low hiss escaped her lips as she clung to the peak of ecstasy.

When the storm finally passed, they lay entwined on the bed, catching their breath. Mahima reached for Hoseok’s hand, her fingers tracing the lines on his palm. They were silent for a long moment, their bodies still trembling from the aftermath.

“That was incredible,” Hoseok finally murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

Mahima smiled, her eyes still closed. “You’re amazing,” she replied.

They lay there for several minutes, their bodies slowly cooling. The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing and the distant hum of the city. It was a moment of perfect peace, a respite from the storm of passion they had just weathered.

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