#104. Yu So-wol (3)

#104. Yu So-wol (3)

About five minutes passed.

“Uu… uuh…”

Yu So-wol seemed to be coming to. A faint moan escaped her as her body trembled lightly. Probably because I was still kneading her breasts.

Already addicted to the springy, elastic feel of her tits, I didn’t stop. I kept massaging them.

‘The size and shape are strangely similar to Yeo-hwa’s… but the texture is a little different.’

If Cheon Yeo-hwa’s breasts leaned toward softness, Yu So-wol’s leaned toward firmness and bounce. Of course, there was no ranking them.

Breasts—big or small, soft or firm—each had their own charm and strengths.

“Y-Young Master…”

“You’re awake?”...