Jimin's eyes almost rolled back as he felt Seulgi's soft sinful hand digging into his boxers, grabbing his painfully hard cock. Seulgi dragged her fingers to the tip, nails slightly grazing the slit of his cock. There was already a little amount of precum dripping.
“S-seulgi, you seriously n-need to stop or–we’ll die.”
Jimin was so serious, though. He could get the both of them killed if Seulgi wouldn’t stop her ministrations. Seulgi only chuckled and, finally, released his cock. A sigh left Jimin's lips as the cold air lingering around the car made contact with his warm cock. God, he’s been waiting for that since Seulgi's lap dance earlier.
“Waah, you’re hard already!” Seulgi remarked in amusement.
Jimin tried his hardest to keep himself in a right state of mind and keep them from crashing, but with Seulgi's fist sliding up her shaft sinfully slow then twisting once it reaches the head, she’s entirely sure she’ll never last long and just let the wave of pleasure take over her. Seulgi grips firmly at the base and tugs upward achingly slow until she reaches the tip, squeezing it enough to force more precum from the opening to ooze down his shaft.
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