Jungkook’s lips curved into a wicked smile as he watched you squirm helplessly against the ropes. Your hips were still tied high, pussy glistening and swollen from the slow, torturous rubbing of the cane.
“You’re dripping everywhere,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
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