Madam Seo was still trembling against the glass, Joon-ho's cum dripping from her swollen pussy in messy strings, when Harin finally moved. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes dark with hunger. She crawled closer on the sofa, unable to resist anymore, her gaze fixed on the glistening mess between Madam Seo's thighs.
Seo gasped when Harin's tongue touched her, a sudden hot lick that dragged through her folds. "Ahhh—Harin—" she moaned, her knees threatening to buckle. She was still sensitive, the aftershocks of orgasm twitching through her, but Harin was merciless. She pressed her face in deeper, lapping at the slick mixture of cum and juices, slurping greedily as if she'd been starving for it.
