Would you pound my Korean pussy outside

She's positioned against the railing of an outdoor balcony, the city sprawling indifferently behind her while she looks directly at you — a challenge, not a question.

Her skirt is hiked just enough, the afternoon light catching the curve of her hips as the breeze moves across her exposed skin. Every detail feels deliberate, unhurried, like she's already decided exactly what she wants from you.

You step closer, fingers gripping the railing beside hers, the open air adding an electric edge to everything. She pushes back slightly, answering your unspoken response before you've even said a word.