Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

Harin's voice was a purr wrapped in silk, but her eyes burned with a hunger that stripped away the coyness.

"Oppa…" she cooed, spreading her thighs wide, panties dark and clinging with wetness. Her fingers hooked into the thin fabric and tugged it aside, baring herself completely, the glistening folds catching the lamplight. She rubbed a finger up her slit, gathering slickness, then spread herself wider. Her lips curved, shameless and wicked. "Now it's my turn. Come fill me too."

Joon-ho didn't hesitate. He had just fucked Yura breathless, had just split Min-kyung's ass wide open, and yet the sight of Harin spread so willingly for him made his cock surge hard again. It ached, twitching with renewed life, veins bulging as though demanding another hole to claim.

He reached for her immediately, pulling her to the sofa with rough hands. Harin squealed softly, half-laugh, half-moan, as he pushed her down on her back. Her panties were stripped off in a single tug, discarded somewhere across the floor.

"Oppa—" she gasped as he spread her thighs wide, folding her knees toward her chest. His body pressed forward, cock heavy and dripping with the mix of Yura and Min-kyung's juices, poised at her entrance.

She trembled, clutching his shoulders, every part of her vibrating with need. "Do it… don't hold back. Fuck me like them. Fill me too—"

His lips crashed against hers, swallowing the rest of her plea.

The kiss was messy, fevered—tongues clashing, teeth knocking, her moans vibrating against his mouth. He angled his hips and thrust forward in one smooth, brutal stroke.

Harin cried out, back arching as his cock speared her open.

"Ahh—Oppa!" Her nails raked his back, legs trembling in the folded position of the mating press. Her walls clenched around him, wet and tight, sucking greedily as though her pussy had been starving for him all night.

Joon-ho groaned into her mouth. She was dripping, velvet heat wrapping every inch of him. His hips ground deeper, forcing her thighs tighter against her chest until her entire body bent beneath him.

"You're my good girl," he growled, biting her lower lip as he slammed down again. "You've been waiting, haven't you? Waiting to be filled."

"Yes—yes! Oppa, fuck me—fill me!" Her voice was broken, moaning between every thrust. The sofa creaked beneath them, protesting the brutal rhythm.

On the other end of the couch, Yura leaned back, still flushed and weak from her own climax. Her chest rose and fell heavily, but her eyes stayed locked on the pair in front of her. Sweat dampened her temples, hair sticking to her cheek, and yet she smirked faintly.

"She's insatiable," Yura murmured, voice hoarse. "Even after everything…"

Beside her, Min-kyung laughed breathlessly, still sprawled from her own anal wrecking, thighs trembling. She licked her lips, eyes glittering as she watched Harin take him. "Greedy little wife," she teased, voice sing-song. "Look at her—clawing like she wants to keep Oppa inside her forever."

Harin heard the words but couldn't reply. Her throat broke only in moans, in cries muffled by Joon-ho's kisses.

He pressed her deeper into the sofa, his weight pinning her, his cock driving hard into her soaked pussy. Her folded legs quivered around his waist, and each thrust shoved her higher against the cushions.

The wet sounds filled the room—obscene slaps of skin, her pussy gushing around him, coating his cock with every desperate thrust.

Her lips tore from his, gasping for air. "Oppa—it's so deep—I can't—I can't take it—"

"Yes, you can," he rasped, biting her shoulder. "You're mine. My good girl. Take it all."

Her body obeyed even as her mind stuttered. She tilted her hips, chasing the brutal pace, her clit grinding against the base of his shaft each time he slammed inside. Sparks shot through her core, tightening every muscle until she thought she'd snap.

"Oppa, please! Fill me—fill me like them—I need it—"

Her moans climbed higher, desperate, shameless. She clung to him as though drowning, every nerve focused on the cock spearing her womb.

Joon-ho felt her body trembling beneath him, pussy clutching tighter, dragging his release to the surface. His groans deepened, chest rumbling as he buried himself harder.

"Take it," he growled, voice low and rough. "Take all of me, Harin."

Her eyes rolled, tears pricking the corners from the sheer intensity. "Yes—yes, Oppa—fill me—I'm your good girl—"

The words broke into a scream as he thrust deep, hips slamming flush, cock twitching as thick ropes of cum spilled into her womb.

"Ahhh—Oppa!"

Her orgasm ripped through her at the same moment. Her pussy clamped down in violent waves, milking him, squeezing every drop from him. Her legs shook uncontrollably, toes curling as her back arched. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her, body convulsing under the weight of release.

The sofa creaked violently beneath their joined bodies, and still he stayed buried inside her until the last pulse of cum emptied.

Finally, he slowed, breaking the kiss only to watch her. Harin lay trembling, chest heaving, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her lips were swollen, wet with both their spit, her eyes glassy with satisfaction.

When he pulled out, cum spilled immediately from her stretched pussy, dripping thickly down her inner thighs. The sight made Yura exhale softly, her own thighs pressing together instinctively.

Min-kyung giggled, licking her lips as though savoring it herself. "She really is a greedy little wife," she repeated, voice smug. "But look how beautifully she takes it. Daddy's good girl."

Harin, too weak to argue, only moaned softly and curled against Joon-ho's chest, his cum still leaking from her. Her smile, though tired, was radiant.

And Joon-ho kissed her damp forehead, murmuring against her skin. "Good girl."

The room was thick with heat and the smell of sex. Harin lay slumped against Joon-ho's chest, thighs still quivering, his cum leaking slowly from her stretched pussy. Min-kyung had sprawled sideways across the sofa, hair wild, her lips swollen from too many kisses and too much moaning. Yura, ever the queen, leaned back in the corner of the couch, her breath finally slowing, sweat gleaming on her chest.

But Joon-ho wasn't the only one who hadn't collapsed completely. His cock still stood between his thighs—wet, swollen, twitching, smeared with their mixed juices.

Yura's eyes fixed on it. The corner of her mouth tugged upward into a smirk.

"Not done yet," she murmured, voice low, throaty, and full of promise.

She pushed off the cushion and crawled forward, knees sinking into the carpet between his legs. Joon-ho leaned back against the sofa, exhaling as her hands slid up his thighs, nails scratching lightly.

Her eyes never left his as she bent down. Her tongue flicked out first, slow and deliberate, dragging from the very base of his shaft up to the swollen tip. The taste of him was layered—his own musk, the sweetness of Harin still clinging to his cock, the faint tang of Min-kyung. Yura moaned softly at the cocktail of flavors, her tongue swirling around the head before closing her lips over it.

She sucked slow, reverent, cheeks hollowing as her hand gripped his base and pumped in time.

Joon-ho groaned deep in his chest. "Yura…"

Harin stirred at the sound, head lifting from his shoulder. Her eyes softened as she saw Yura's mouth wrapped around him, her cheeks flushed with renewed heat. She exchanged a glance with Min-kyung—who was already smirking, lips curling with wicked intent.

Without needing to speak, both women slid off the sofa, joining Yura on the floor.

"Greedy unnie," Min-kyung teased, crawling up beside her. "Don't hog him all to yourself."

Harin giggled breathlessly, her hand brushing along Yura's back before she leaned forward, licking a stripe along the side of his shaft where Yura's lips weren't. "Mmm… tastes like us."

Yura pulled back just long enough to smirk. "Then help yourselves."

And just like that, it turned into a storm.

Three mouths worshipping his cock, three sets of lips and tongues sliding over him, saliva and cum slicking everything.

Yura claimed the head again, sucking steady, her cheeks hollowing, lips wrapped tight as her tongue teased the sensitive underside. Harin and Min-kyung licked along the length of his shaft, kissing each other around him, their tongues meeting across the thick vein.

"Fuck…" Joon-ho groaned, gripping the sofa cushions hard enough to whiten his knuckles. The sight alone—three women kneeling, hair spilling over his thighs, their mouths dripping on him—was almost enough to undo him.

Harin's tongue swirled around his balls, warm and wet, while Min-kyung kissed up the opposite side of his shaft, smearing spit everywhere. Then the two of them met, mouths colliding in a messy kiss with his cock pressed between their lips.

Their moans vibrated against him.

Yura's pace quickened, her head bobbing, spit dripping from her chin down onto her breasts. She groped her own tits roughly, pinching her nipples as if the act of pleasing him fueled her.

"Oppa tastes so good," Harin moaned, pulling back to pant before diving back in. She licked a stripe from his balls up to where Yura's lips sucked him.

"Daddy's cock is perfect," Min-kyung whispered filthily, smirking at Harin before slurping the opposite side, deliberately loud. "No wonder you two can't stop dripping for him."

Yura's response was to moan around the head, her throat opening as she pushed him deeper, swallowing half his length. Her eyes rolled, tears pricking from the effort, but she refused to stop.

The pressure was overwhelming. Joon-ho groaned louder, hips twitching, his cock throbbing inside her mouth.

The girls knew the signs.

Harin giggled, licking her lips as she pulled back just enough to breathe. "He's close…"

"Then let's make him lose it," Min-kyung purred. She leaned in again, sucking his balls into her mouth, rolling them gently as her hand stroked the base of his shaft.

Harin kissed Yura's cheek, then licked along her jaw before diving in to kiss her mouth—right around his cock. Their tongues tangled with him between them, filthy and wet, saliva dripping down their chins.

That was it.

Joon-ho's groan broke into a deep, guttural growl. His body tensed, hips slamming forward.

"Ahhh—fuck—"

He erupted. Thick ropes of cum blasted into Yura's mouth, hot and heavy. She gasped, swallowing some, but the force made it spill past her lips, streaking across her cheeks and down her chin. More shot upward, splattering across her breasts, pearly streaks painting her flushed skin.

Harin squealed in delight, immediately diving forward. "Unnie—don't waste it!"

She licked Yura's cheek, her tongue scooping up the sticky mess before sliding down to her tits, sucking cum straight from her nipples.

Min-kyung joined instantly, licking Yura's chin, her throat, chasing every droplet. "Mmm… Daddy's cum tastes even better on you."

Yura moaned, overwhelmed but letting them have their way, tilting her head back as two younger women lapped her clean like kittens at cream.

Then, inevitably, it became a kiss.

Harin grabbed Min-kyung by the chin, crashing their mouths together. Cum passed between them, tongues swirling in a messy, dripping swap. Yura joined seconds later, their lips colliding in a three-way kiss, cum smearing across all their mouths, their tongues tangling desperately.

It was obscene. It was beautiful.

Joon-ho watched, chest heaving, his cock twitching again despite just unloading. His women—his lovers—kneeling in front of him, faces shining with his release, kissing each other hungrily as if they couldn't get enough of his taste.

The kiss broke with strings of spit and cum stretching between them. All three women were flushed, panting, eyes glazed with lust.

Harin giggled, licking her lips, then crawled back into his lap to curl against his chest. "Mmm… Oppa, you taste so good. I'm glad I got my turn before Mirae takes you."

Yura, finally pulling herself upright, smirked faintly as she wiped the last streak from her cheek with her thumb, licking it clean. "We should rest. Tomorrow will be hell—and I need all my strength for Fashion Week."

Min-kyung sprawled lazily across them, head pillowed on Harin's thigh, tits still glistening faintly. Her grin was wicked, eyes half-lidded. "Rest if you want. But I'm not sleeping until round two."

The room quieted slowly after that. Bodies tangled together on the sofa, the heat of sex still clinging to their skin. Outside, Seoul's lights glittered through the windows, oblivious to the storm of pleasure within.

And for one brief, perfect moment, they weren't CEO, designer, or assistant. They were simply his women—claimed, filled, and bound to him.