Stay Over For A Bit, Baby
Taehyung smirked with his tongue poking against the inners of his cheek, "You fucking like it, little miss pretty. I can feel how wet your little pussy's gotten, yeah? Was I the one who did this, sweetheart? Did I get you all hot and bothered in your own house?"
Jungkook squirmed around with a soft whimper, feeling so helpless and held down at will by the face— he was glad that his head was supported against the wall behind him otherwise he would falling behind so ridiculously. His poor skirt had ridden up just a tad bit to his plush, meaty thighs no longer resting over his knees nicely but rolled up at the brink of wrinkling with how harshly it was treated when Taehyung felt like his hand wasn't deep enough between those leg and shoved his arm practically until his whole hand cupped Jungkook's heated pussy.
And when Jungkook didn't answer, it only gave Taehyung more boost to humiliate him further. "You like seeing men work, huh? Could see how bothered you were when I was fixing that oven of yours. That a kink of yours, babydoll? Fetish? To just be held down and railed by brawny men?"
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pretty and lonely divorced wife jungkook gets railed by hunky plumber taehyung in his own home.
