EMMA
"f**k, Yolo"
I was gasping for breath. We were up against each other in the corridor itself. His beautiful white Gucci long-sleeved shirt was hard to unbutton but his pants came undone well, and gasps and moans released into the air, causing light echoes.
My bra was half undone with his fingers doing the magic of squeezing my n*****s.
"f**k!"
"Keep it low", Yolo growled. I hadn't even noticed where we were at, now. Most probably the corridor which led to the makeup section, or the one near the bathrooms. Yolo had just rushed from the stage into the makeup department and dragged me off before Gina, Lisa, and Jaeho could say anything. The latter two women were Key and Tatoo's personal designers who were really cute people when conversed with.
I was not even ready when his fingers
