Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

Harin was already straddling him, her thighs spread wide over his lap, kissing him with a hunger that burned through every inch of her body. Her lips were messy, wet, her tongue tangled with his as her hands fumbled at her panties, tugging them down to her knees before kicking them away.

Joon-ho pushed his boxers down just enough, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, and hard against the heat of her bare pussy. Harin whimpered into his mouth as she ground down on him, her slickness coating his shaft. She rolled her hips, rubbing herself along his length, smearing her arousal over him, teasing herself on his cock until her folds quivered and her breath came sharp.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, her bra straps slipping down. She pulled back just long enough to pant, eyes wild, then pushed her tits to his face. He latched onto one nipple through the thin lace, sucking hard.

"Ahhh—oh god—oppa!" she gasped, shuddering as his tongue circled her nipple.

She reached down between them, her fingers trembling as she guided the swollen crown of his cock to her soaked entrance. The moment it pressed against her hole, she moaned raggedly, hips twitching. Slowly, agonizingly, she sank down.

The stretch made her body shake. Every inch pushed deeper inside, spreading her walls until she thought she'd break. Her nails dug into his shoulders. "O-oppa—it's too much—ahhh—so deep—"

Joon-ho's hands gripped her waist, steadying her as she slid lower. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared inside her tight heat, until the thick head kissed her cervix. Her back arched, a cry tearing from her throat as she spasmed around him in a sharp, shivering orgasm.

She collapsed against his chest, whimpering as her pussy clenched tight on him. He held her close, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, his lips brushing her ear. "Already cumming? You really are sensitive, Harin."

She laughed breathlessly, almost crying. "Y-you're molding me—every move, I can feel you reshaping me inside—ahhh—"

Her hips began to move again, slow at first, trembling like she was testing her own limits. The drag of his cock inside her was unbearable—every ridge scraping her inner walls, every thick vein stroking her so perfectly she wanted to scream. Her pussy squeezed him tighter with every roll of her hips, juices smearing down his shaft, dripping hot and sticky onto his thighs.

She rocked on him with desperate need, her body crying out for more. The thick crown of his cock hit that sweet spot again and again, jolts of ecstasy sparking straight up her spine. Her head lolled back, then dropped forward as their mouths crashed together once more, lips smashing, tongues tangling in a sloppy, fevered kiss. Each moan she let out was swallowed by him, every sound of her need devoured in the heat of his mouth.

Joon-ho's hands slid lower, gripping her ass hard, guiding her movements. Then his hips thrust upward, meeting hers in sharp, powerful jolts. The sudden impact made her gasp into his mouth, voice shattering into high, broken whimpers.

"Ahhh—ahhh—oppa—ahhh!" She clung to him, nails dragging across his back, leaving angry red lines. "It's… ahhh—it's hitting my womb—so deep—!"

He growled against her lips, the vibration making her whole body quake. His cock rammed into her deeper, sharper, his upward thrusts forcing her to bounce harder on his lap. Her breasts slapped against his chest with each motion, nipples stiff and aching, her sweat-slick body arching with every roll of his hips.

The wet sound of their joining filled the room—squelching, obscene, loud. Her pussy gushed around him, each slam into her walls making her leak more, dripping down onto the sofa beneath them.

Their rhythm built into something frantic, relentless. Her ass lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, smacking against his thighs as he drove into her. His cock throbbed inside, stretching her so wide she thought she'd split, yet her body welcomed him, clenching tighter, greedier, begging for more.

Her mind broke into pieces. She couldn't think. She couldn't even breathe without whimpering his name. The only thing that existed was the raw, brutal pleasure of him inside her—filling her, claiming her, reshaping her with every thrust.

Her arms looped tight around his neck, her forehead pressed to his as their kiss turned frantic, breathless, desperate. Drool smeared from lip to lip as their tongues battled.

"More—ahhh—harder—oppa, don't stop, don't stop—" she sobbed against his mouth, grinding down harder, chasing the peak that trembled just out of reach.

And he gave it to her. Every thrust was ruthless now, slamming her down onto his cock, spearing into her womb again and again until she was nothing but a trembling mess of sweat, moans, and slick heat.

On the other sofa, Madam Seo stirred. A soft groan slipped past her lips as her lashes fluttered open, the fog of soju and exhaustion peeling back in slow fragments. At first she wasn't sure where she was—only the dim glow of the apartment's lamps, the warmth of the room. But then her eyes focused.

And what she saw stole the breath from her chest.

Harin—sweaty, flushed, her hair sticking to her damp cheeks—was bouncing wildly in Joon-ho's lap, moaning shamelessly with every drop of her hips. The thick sound of cock sliding into wet pussy filled the air, joined by the slap of skin on skin. Joon-ho's head was buried against Harin's chest, his mouth locked around one nipple while his hands gripped her ass hard, forcing her down even deeper.

It was raw. Messy. Unapologetically erotic.

Madam Seo froze, her lips parting. Her chest rose and fell faster as the words from earlier teased at her memory—Harin's drunken toast: main wife.

Something curled in her gut, sharp and hot, a mix of jealousy, intrigue, and hunger she couldn't push away. She should have looked away, should have rolled over and let them be—but she didn't.

Instead, she sat up slowly, her gaze locked on the sight before her. The thin strap of her dress slid down her shoulder, exposing the elegant curve of her collarbone. Her hands, trembling faintly, tugged the fabric lower. Piece by piece, she slipped free of it, her movements quiet, deliberate, almost reverent.

The dress pooled silently at her feet. Left in lingerie—black lace bra and panties that hugged her mature curves—she looked both vulnerable and powerful, like a queen stripped down to her most primal self.

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, eyes drinking in every detail: the way Harin's breasts bounced, nipples swollen and slick from Joon-ho's mouth; the way Harin's voice cracked higher as his cock drove deeper; the obscene squelch of wetness spilling with every thrust.

Joon-ho and Harin were too far gone to notice. Their mouths were fused together, devouring each other with desperate heat. Harin clung to him, nails raking down his shoulders, her hips rising and crashing down in a rhythm that was pure madness.

Madam Seo's breath quickened with every moan, her body tightening with each wet slap of flesh. She rose to her feet, bare skin glowing faintly under the light, and padded forward, slow, silent, her eyes locked on the pair as if hypnotized.

Closer.

Her steps carried her across the carpet, her body humming with tension. She could hear Harin's voice clearer now, pitched high and broken—pleading, needy, utterly consumed.

"Oppa—ahhh—deeper—ahhh, it's too much—!"

Madam Seo's thighs pressed together, her own breath shallow, the ache inside her impossible to ignore. She was only steps away now, standing beside them, her shadow falling over their tangled bodies.

Harin had no idea. She was too far gone, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in cries of pleasure as she rode his cock like her life depended on it.

Madam Seo lingered there, inches away, her chest heaving, her eyes dark and hungry. She could feel the heat radiating from them, smell the sharp scent of sex in the air.

And with every passing second, the thought burned hotter in her mind: Harin's teasing, that taunt of main wife.

Maybe it wasn't a joke after all.

Harin's moans had grown ragged, her hips trembling as she rode Joon-ho harder, wetter, each thrust sinking deeper into her clenching heat. Her arms looped desperately around his neck, nails scratching down his back.

And then—warmth.

She gasped when a pair of soft breasts pressed against her back, the brush of hard nipples dragging over her damp skin.

Before she could turn, a low voice whispered into her ear, husky and laced with amusement."Little wife… you're being so loud. Do you need your main wife to teach you how to behave?"

"U-unnie—ahhh—" Harin stammered, her moan breaking as her body jolted under the unexpected touch.

Madam Seo's hands slid smoothly over her sides, cupping her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples between firm fingers. Harin's pussy clamped down tight around Joon-ho's cock, making him grunt.

"Ahhh, n-no—ahhh—it's too much—" Harin whined, but her body betrayed her, arching back into Madam Seo's touch.

Seo's lips grazed her nape, then closed around it in a wet kiss, leaving a mark that made Harin shiver. "You need to be taught. Naughty little wives shouldn't forget their place."

Harin tried to retort, but her voice dissolved into another cry as Seo's hand kneaded her breast harder, pinching her nipple until her hips bucked wildly on Joon-ho's cock.

Joon-ho caught her chin in one hand, forcing her mouth back to his. "Don't fight it. Feel it." He thrust upward, hard, hitting her womb again.

Her body spasmed. "Oppa—ahhh—I-I can't hold it—"

Seo smirked, pressing her lips over Harin's moan and swallowing it in a bruising kiss. The two women tangled mouths, Harin helpless between the cock spearing her from below and the mature woman's teasing tongue from above.

"Good girl," Seo whispered when she pulled away, her fingers rolling Harin's stiff nipples as her hips trembled. "Let him fill you. Take your reward."

"Cum for me," Joon-ho growled beneath them, pounding up harder. "Cum on my cock, Harin."

Her body gave out—eyes rolling back, pussy gushing as she shattered around him. The heat of her climax milked his cock in violent spasms. Joon-ho's control snapped; with a deep groan he drove into her womb and spilled inside, thick pulses of cum flooding her.

"Ahhh—ahhh—" Harin's scream was muffled as Seo kissed her again, drinking her moans while whispering, "That's it. Let your womb drink him in."

Her body went limp, collapsing into Joon-ho's chest, twitching with aftershocks. Cum dripped down her thighs, her pussy still fluttering weakly.

Seo finally eased her grip, her fingers sliding off Harin's trembling breasts with deliberate slowness, as if savoring every last twitch of the girl's oversensitive body. A sharp, satisfied smile tugged at her lips as she looked down at the mess she'd helped create—Harin slumped boneless in Joon-ho's arms, sweat-soaked hair sticking to her cheeks, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

"So easy to break," Seo murmured, almost to herself, her tone both mocking and tender. She brushed the back of her hand along Harin's flushed cheek, lingering for a heartbeat as the girl whimpered softly, eyes half-shut in blissful exhaustion. "One day you'll thank me for teaching you properly."

Joon-ho's cock slid out with a wet, obscene sound, thick cum trailing after it, glistening as it leaked down between Harin's thighs. She whimpered again, her hips twitching at the sudden emptiness, even in her spent state. Carefully, almost reverently, he laid her down on the sofa, arranging her limp body so she rested comfortably. Her legs fell open instinctively, pussy still fluttering weakly as rivulets of his seed dripped down onto the cushion.

Seo's gaze never wavered. If anything, it sharpened—hungry, intent, like a predator finally ready to claim its own turn. She stood slowly, deliberately, each movement calculated to draw his eyes. The straps of her lingerie hugged her curves tight, the faint shimmer of sheer fabric barely concealing the swell of her breasts and the darkened patch of wetness between her thighs.

With a subtle sway of her hips, she crossed the short distance and lowered herself onto the opposite sofa. She didn't just sit—she sprawled, one knee lifting over the armrest, the other leg parting wide until the delicate lace clung tight to the slick outline of her pussy. Her fingers hooked into the fabric, tugging it aside just enough to bare herself, wet and glistening.

Her voice broke the silence—low, velvet, threaded with command. "Now…" Her eyes locked onto his, unblinking, darkened with equal parts lust and challenge. "It's my turn. Make me forget everything, Joon-ho. Fuck me until I don't even remember his name."

The room seemed to pulse with heat at her words. Harin's shallow breaths, the lingering musk of sex, the sight of Seo spread wide and waiting—it all pressed down heavy and inescapable.

Joon-ho's jaw tightened, his body already stirring in answer. He rose from the sofa, his shadow falling over her like a silent promise.

And Madam Seo's smile widened, sharp and hungry, as if she'd finally gotten exactly what she'd come here for.