Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

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…"

Her moan was shameless, bratty confidence slipping into raw need.

Joon-ho's hands gripped her waist, steadying her as she bottomed out. She sat fully impaled, back arched, her breasts thrust forward with every quiver of her body.

Behind her, Harin moved like liquid temptation. She slid onto the sofa, wrapping her arms around Min-kyung's waist, pressing their bodies flush together. Her hands went straight to her tits, squeezing and kneading, thumbs rolling over stiff nipples until Min-kyung whimpered and squirmed.

"You're so sensitive, unnie," Harin whispered hot against her ear, nipping at the lobe before dragging her tongue down the line of her neck. "Look at you—already shaking just from being inside him."

Min-kyung hissed, part whine, part laugh. "Sh-shut up… ahhh—don't tease…"

But Harin didn't relent. She pinched her nipples harder, making Min-kyung cry out, then sealed her lips on her nape. Sucking deep, she left bruising marks, hickeys blooming like a necklace down her collarbone and shoulders.

Pinned between Joon-ho's cock inside her and Harin's relentless hands, Min-kyung melted, moans spilling from her lips in a steady rhythm.

"Move," she begged suddenly, clutching at Joon-ho's chest. "Please, Daddy—move."

Instead, Joon-ho shifted, gripping her hips tight. With a sudden motion, he flipped her forward, laying her down on the sofa, then pulled her up onto all fours. Min-kyung squeaked, laughing breathlessly, her hair tumbling into her face.

"Oh god, Daddy—so rough—"

He lined himself behind her, one hand gripping her waist, the other threading through hers. Their fingers interlocked, pinned down on the sofa cushion, leaving her no room to resist.

The first thrust drove her forward with a scream.

"AHHHH—oh fuck—yes—"

Joon-ho pounded into her from behind, each snap of his hips forcing broken moans from her lips. Her body shook, ass bouncing as his cock plunged deep, hitting her womb again and again. Her smirk was gone now, replaced with open-mouthed cries, eyes squeezed shut as her bratty act dissolved under the weight of pure submission.

Her knuckles whitened against the cushion, nails scraping fabric, yet she held his hand tightly, as if afraid to let go.

"Daddy—ahhh—you're so deep—I can't—"

He leaned forward, pressing into her back, his voice low in her ear. "You take it well. Don't stop now."

His other hand slid lower, brushing over her clit, then further back. His finger pressed against her rim, teasing, circling.

Min-kyung's breath hitched. "W-wait—what—"

Then his finger pushed in.

Her cry was sharp, shocked, her whole body tensing. But it wasn't rejection—it was shuddering, trembling arousal that ripped through her as he worked her ass open.

"Ohhh f-fuck—Daddy! You—you're—ahhh—" Her voice cracked into a moan. "Don't stop—please don't stop—"

Her bratty mask shattered completely, replaced with desperate whimpers as he fingered her ass while slamming his cock into her pussy. Her body quaked, caught between double sensations, overstimulated and dripping.

"Look at you," Harin purred, sliding down behind them. "Such a dirty brat, loving every second."

Harin's tongue pressed to Joon-ho's balls, hot and wet. She licked up the seam, circling, before flattening her tongue and sliding it lower. She rimmed him, sucking and teasing even as his cock kept plunging into Min-kyung.

The mix of sensations nearly broke him—but it was Min-kyung who cried out the loudest, face buried in the cushion as Harin's tongue lapped at the mess dripping from her pussy.

"Daddy, oh god—oh god—it's too much—I can't—ahhh—"

She clenched around him, the stretch unbearable but perfect. Her whole body quivered, tears in the corners of her eyes as pleasure drowned her bratty composure.

"Don't stop," she begged, sobbing with ecstasy. "Please don't stop, Daddy, I'm gonna—I'm—"

Joon-ho slammed harder, hips snapping fast and brutal. Harin moaned around his balls, lapping at the slick mess, her tongue brushing the base of his cock every time it disappeared into Min-kyung's pussy.

Then Min-kyung broke.

Her scream was muffled in the cushion, her entire body convulsing as orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped tight, juices squirting against Joon-ho's thighs, her ass arching high as her release poured out.

And Joon-ho followed with a deep groan, thrusting hard, holding himself buried to the hilt as his cock pulsed, releasing hot cum inside her. The heat filled her womb, spilling back out almost immediately, thick streams dripping down her thighs.

Min-kyung's body trembled violently, caught between the force of her climax and the flood of his seed. She collapsed forward, chest pressed to the sofa, face buried, moaning weakly as he finally pulled out.

Cum dripped freely from her swollen pussy, trailing down her legs in messy strings. Her body sagged, limp from the release, but her hands reached back. She spread her ass cheeks, glistening, shameless.

Her voice was hoarse, trembling—but bratty need flickered back in her tone.

"Daddy…" she whispered, tilting her head just enough to look at him with hazy eyes. "Fill me there too."

Her ass gleamed under the low light, rim twitching, still slick with the traces of his fingers and her own wetness. She wiggled it, offering herself brazenly.

"Don't stop here. Fuck my ass. Make me your dirty girl."

Joon-ho didn't give her a chance to second-guess the filthy request she had just moaned into the room. His hand clamped down on her hip, heavy and grounding, as he lined himself up against the pucker of her ass. His cock was slick with her pussy's juices and the thick load he had just emptied inside her womb, wet enough that the swollen head glided against her rim with obscene ease.

One slow, steady push—and the head sank in.

Min-kyung's scream split the air, high and sharp before it melted into a guttural moan. Her spine arched as though she'd been electrocuted, nails clawing into the sofa cushions so hard that threads tore loose.

"Oh—fuck—Daddy—!" Her voice broke, desperate and needy. "It's so big—it's stretching me apart—don't stop—don't you dare stop—"

Her eyes squeezed shut, lashes clumped with sweat. She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, but still the words spilled out between gasps, the bratty edge in her tone shattering into unguarded ecstasy.

Joon-ho grunted low, pushing deeper until his hips met the curve of her ass. Buried to the hilt, his cock stretched her tight rim wide, every vein throbbing against her walls. His hands dug into her waist, pulling her back onto him until there wasn't a millimeter left untouched.

"Exactly what you wanted," he growled against the back of her neck. "Daddy filling your ass. Don't pretend otherwise."

Her answering moan was half-sob, half-laughter, wrecked and delirious. "I wanted it—I wanted it so bad—fuck—yes, Daddy—claim me—"

That was when Harin slid lower, her own body vibrating with need. She wormed her way between Min-kyung's thighs, tilting her chin up and pressing her mouth to the mess of her pussy.

"Ahhh—H-Harin—!" Min-kyung jolted, but she had nowhere to go with Joon-ho holding her steady from behind.

Harin moaned into her, tongue plunging deep, licking greedily at the mix of cum spilling out. She swallowed the mess down, shameless, before dragging her tongue higher to tease Min-kyung's clit. Her lips wrapped around the swollen bud and sucked until Min-kyung was shaking, squealing, clawing deeper grooves into the sofa.

When Harin pulled back, her chin shone wet, strings of white stretching from her mouth. She surged upward, capturing Min-kyung's lips in a filthy kiss. Their tongues tangled immediately, Harin shoving the taste of Joon-ho's cum back into her mouth. Cum swap—sloppy, messy, obscene. It dribbled from the corners of their lips as they devoured each other, the sound of wet mouths almost louder than the slap of Joon-ho's hips.

Their breasts mashed together, nipples scraping, hard and tingling. Min-kyung whined into Harin's mouth, rutting against her as if she couldn't get enough contact, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust from behind.

Joon-ho found his rhythm then, pistoning into her ass in deep, steady strokes. Each thrust drove her forward into Harin's body, smashing their tits together again and again, nipples dragging, sparking lightning bolts of sensation through both women.

"Look at you," Harin whispered against her mouth before biting down on her lip. "Moaning like a whore while Daddy ruins your ass. You're his dirty brat now, aren't you?"

Min-kyung sobbed into her mouth, shaking her head only to nod wildly a second later, broken by the pleasure. "Y-yes—I'm his brat—I'm Daddy's dirty slut—fuck me harder—don't stop—"

Her voice was ragged, high-pitched, like every word was ripped straight from her soul.

Joon-ho obliged, his thrusts brutal and unyielding, his cock splitting her open until her body quivered with each slam. Her ass clung to him desperately, the stretch almost unbearable, but she craved more. She was shaking like she'd been set on fire, but her words only grew filthier.

"Daddy—oh god—you're splitting my ass—I can't—I can't hold it—fill me—fill me—"

Harin was merciless too, one hand on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while the other twisted her nipple until Min-kyung was shrieking. Their kiss grew dirtier, wetter, their tongues locked as Harin swallowed every scream. Their pussies ground together, slick against slick, juices smearing their thighs as they writhed.

The room filled with lewd noise—the slap of skin, the wet drag of Harin's tongue, Min-kyung's cries breaking into sobs. Every thrust from Joon-ho shook the sofa, the rhythm pounding deep into her body until she was nothing but trembling flesh and raw moans.

Her head snapped back, eyes rolling. "Daddy—please—inside—inside my ass—mark me—make me yours—"

That plea ripped the last bit of control from Joon-ho. His grip tightened on her hips, bruising, and his thrusts grew ragged, pounding as deep as he could go. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he slammed forward, burying himself to the base.

The hot flood of his release filled her ass, thick spurts pumping into her until she screamed.

"AHHHH—oh fuck—so hot—it's filling me—it's—ahhhhhh—"

Her whole body convulsed violently, her orgasm detonating at the same time. Her ass clenched hard around him, milking every drop as she collapsed against Harin, sobbing into her mouth as the orgasm shattered her into pieces.

Joon-ho groaned with the force of it, grinding into her ass as cum overflowed, leaking around his shaft in messy trails.

Harin kissed Min-kyung through it all, tongues tangled, cum dripping down their chins, her fingers still flicking her clit until she nearly lost consciousness from overstimulation.

Finally, Joon-ho pulled back with a wet pop. His cock slid free, glistening with a mix of lube, sweat, and thick streams of cum that leaked from Min-kyung's stretched rim.

She collapsed forward, twitching, every nerve alight. Harin cradled her, brushing damp strands of hair from her face, before licking her lips slow and deliberate, eyes glinting with mischief.

Then she looked up at Joon-ho, smirk curving wicked.

Without a word, she spread her legs wide, panties soaked, her pussy gleaming under the warm light. She tugged the fabric aside with two fingers, revealing how wet she was already.

"Oppa…" Harin cooed, voice honey-thick and needy. Her eyes gleamed as she rubbed a finger over her slit, coating it in glistening wetness before spreading herself wider.

"Now it's my turn," she purred. "Come fill me too."