Tae’s breath was hot against Koo’s neck as he pressed in from behind, his bare chest flush to her back. The studio air felt thick, charged, like the lights were buzzing louder just to match the pounding in his veins. His hands—big, rough from the gym—slid up her sides, slow at first, then cupped her heavy tits from underneath. He squeezed hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, feeling the weight of them spill over his palms.

“Fuck, these are even better up close,” he growled low in her ear, thumbs flicking her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. “Big, fat tits like these? Made for hands like mine.”