They stayed in the small bed a while longer, trading slow kisses and lazy touches, before finally getting up.

The shower was tiny. They barely fit, but Tae didn’t seem to mind. He washed her soft body himself — hands lingering on her heavy tits, sliding soap between her thighs, rinsing the evidence of the night off her skin while she stood quietly under the warm water, still a little shy. She washed him too, fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest and stomach, eyes dropping every time his cock twitched under her touch.