The apartment was quiet save for the faint hum of the city outside, but inside the air burned thick with sex, sweat, and soju heat. Yura lay slumped against the armrest, her body trembling, thighs still glistening with Joon-ho's cum. Harin sat on the carpet at his feet, her lips shiny from licking him clean.
And Min-kyung, bratty smile tugging her lips, slid forward, straddling his lap as if she had been waiting all night for this.
Her hand wrapped around his shaft, slick and hard, the tip still wet from Yura's climax. She teased the head against her folds, groaning as her slickness coated him, mixing with the mess already there.
Then, without hesitation, she lowered herself down.
"F-fuck…" Min-kyung gasped, her voice breathless and trembling as his cock filled her inch by inch. Her pussy, already dripping, swallowed him greedily, no resistance—only the deep stretch that made her nails dig into his shoulders. "God, Daddy… you're too thick, I can feel everything…"
