Sunghoon.

Sunghoon.

You mine.

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๐”“˜โญ’เน‹เฃญ โญ‘๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ.

Sunghoon stroked Honey's head, again that beloved and silky hair of stunning color. burying his nose in the head from the beginning, he kisses the top of the head, and then, with kisses, goes down, kissing the entire Honey, who is about to be tortured by love or its excess. kissing his nose, lips, cheeks, Sunghoonโ€™s heart flutters. the sun is next to him again. only he is so pleasing to his eyes and thoughts at any time of the day. stopping on his lips, the brown-haired man squeezes the boy between himself and the table and, holding his pretty face, presses himself to his lips, so desirable, sweet and cute, like a bow on a soft toy.