Translation

“Jungkook…there are guests, celebration,” Jimin whispers between kisses.

Just think: world stars, with whom only the lazy one does not want to record a collab, two beautiful men, through whom the female part of the population flows strongly ... and fuck in a toilet cubicle.

Jungkook impatiently removes the turtleneck from the guy and grabs it under his ass to sit on top of him later. He kisses his treasure, strokes the delicate skin, tearing long-awaited quiet moans from his lips.

"You. Impossible." - growls Park, sitting down on his fingers and feeling how the walls are stretched. Jeon smirks with his obnoxious lips with this almost hateful ring and whispers sweetly in his ear:

“Don’t tell me you didn’t dream about it from the very beginning of the party, Jimin-hyung,” and finally enters the beloved body.