Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg

Joon-ho moved toward her slowly, deliberate, his cock still slick with Harin's cum and glistening in the dim light of the apartment. Madam Seo's eyes locked onto it, wide and hungry, her breath shallow as her body trembled with anticipation. She spread her thighs wider on the sofa, the black lace of her lingerie already soaked, clinging transparently to her folds.

When his body loomed over hers, she didn't wait—her manicured fingers hooked around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Their mouths clashed instantly, all teeth and tongue, her desperation spilling through as though she'd been starved for this. Joon-ho kissed her back firmly, grounding her, his weight pressing into her curves.

As they kissed, he angled his hips, the blunt head of his cock brushing against her slick entrance. Madam Seo gasped into his mouth, arching her back, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

"Inside," she whispered, breath hot, voice fraying with need. "I want it—now."

He pressed forward slowly, pushing just the tip inside, and her body reacted instantly. A sharp moan ripped from her throat, her nails clawing his back as she clung tighter. Inch by inch, he eased himself deeper, her walls gripping and clenching around him with wet, obscene sounds.

Her head fell back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in raw pleasure. "Ahhh—God—yes—"

By the time he bottomed out, fully sheathed inside her, her body was shaking beneath him. She gasped, her pussy fluttering tight around his cock, her whole chest heaving. "Deeper," she begged breathlessly. "Don't stop there. Move. Fuck me hard. Harder than him. Make me forget him."

Joon-ho braced his palms against the sofa, spreading her legs wider, and began to thrust. His hips rolled into her with slow, heavy strokes at first, filling her, grinding against every ridge inside her pussy. She whimpered at the sensation, the sound breaking into needy cries as he picked up pace, each thrust sharper, deeper.

"Ahhh—ahhh—fuck—yes!" Seo's voice grew louder, spilling out unrestrained, echoing across the apartment. "Just like that! Harder—don't hold back!"

Their lips found each other again in a feverish kiss, her tongue pushing into his mouth, messy and frantic. Each time his cock slammed into her, she moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss with gasping cries only to pull him back again.

Her lingerie straps slid down her shoulders, baring her breasts. Joon-ho's mouth moved down greedily, sucking one hard nipple between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Seo's body arched violently, a strangled moan tearing from her as her cunt clenched harder around him.

"Yesss—suck me—oh god—fuck me harder while you suck—ahhh!"

Her hips bucked up wildly to meet his thrusts, sweat dripping down her temples, her makeup smudged from the heat and the kissing. She looked nothing like the untouchable CEO wife she carried herself as—she looked wrecked, delirious, undone.

Joon-ho's thrusts grew rougher, pounding her deeper until the wet slaps of their bodies filled the room. Her pussy gushed around him, each thrust pushing slickness out, dripping onto the sofa beneath them.

Her moans cracked higher, until she nearly screamed. "You're hitting so deep—it's—it's—ahhh—it's breaking me—"

Just when her body convulsed in a small orgasm, Joon-ho suddenly scooped her up, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Seo gasped, a startled cry torn from her lips, her legs clamping tight around his waist, her head falling limply against his shoulder. "Wh-what are you—ahhh—"

But he didn't answer with words. He carried her with steady, unhurried steps, his cock still buried inside her, grinding deliciously with each stride. Seo's nails dug into his shoulders, every motion forcing a fresh whimper out of her throat. By the time they reached the wide window that overlooked the glittering city skyline, she was already shaking, the neon outside streaking her vision.

Joon-ho pressed her forward until her bare breasts flattened against the cool glass. The shock of it made her gasp, her breath instantly misting over the surface, obscuring the view of Seoul's nightlife below. The world outside—cars crawling along lit-up streets, people drifting beneath signs—felt impossibly distant.

He lowered her slowly, guiding her trembling legs to the floor, until she stood unsteadily on her heels. His cock slid partway out of her, wet and throbbing, teasing her entrance. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for him back inside.

Seo's palms pressed against the windowpane for balance, her reflection staring back at her—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair clinging to her damp forehead. She arched her back, ass tilting back on instinct, spreading her thighs wider until she was completely exposed. Her dripping pussy glistened in the neon glow, slick and needy.

She turned her head slightly, catching his gaze in the reflection, her eyes dark and blazing with wild hunger. Her voice was hoarse, ruined with moans, yet thick with shameless demand.

"Do it," she panted. "Fuck me here. Against the glass. Let them see me if they look up—I don't give a damn. Just… make me forget everything. Pound me until my body breaks, until I can't even remember his name."

Her whole frame shivered, her thighs twitching with the aftershocks of her last orgasm, her cunt fluttering and leaking down her legs. The cold glass contrasted with the heat of her skin, making her even more hypersensitive, her nipples hard against the window.

Joon-ho's grip tightened on her hips, pulling her back toward him, his cockhead dragging wetly against her swollen folds. She whimpered at the tease, her body bowing, anticipation running like a current up her spine. Her reflection in the glass looked almost pitiful—desperate, messy, begging.

When he pushed just the tip against her, she let out a ragged cry, her voice breaking into something needy, raw, utterly shameless.

"Please… Joon-ho… fuck me."

Her reflection in the glass was a perfect portrait of desperation—flushed, trembling, her ass tilted back, her pussy dripping and open—an elegant woman undone, begging to be taken hard.

Her palms were flat against the glass, breath fogging the window as the city lights painted her in neon. Madam Seo's ass jutted back, legs trembling but spread, pussy glistening in the cool glow.

Joon-ho slid in from behind with one hard thrust, burying his cock to the hilt. Seo's scream split the room, her forehead pressed against the glass as her body jolted.

"Ahhh—yes—yes—fuck me, harder, harder—" Her nails squeaked against the glass as her hips pushed back into him, desperate for more. Each thrust smacked wetly, echoing against the silence of the apartment, her juices dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Behind them, Harin stirred from her daze on the sofa. Her body still weak from her own climax, she blinked slowly—only to see Seo pinned against the glass, Joon-ho's cock pistoning into her swollen cunt. Harin's lips parted in shock, but her chest rose with a strange heat. Watching them felt almost unreal.

Seo's moans filled the room, shameless and raw. "God, yes—ahhh—it's so deep—ahhh, harder—make me scream!" Her body convulsed with every thrust, breasts smearing against the glass, nipples hard as they scraped across it.

Joon-ho grunted, tightening his grip on her hips. He shifted suddenly, grabbing one of her legs and hooking it high against his waist, opening her wider. Seo gasped, nearly collapsing at the angle as his cock drove even deeper, pounding straight into her womb.

Her scream was sharp, cracking into broken moans. "Ahhh—it's tearing me open—oh god—yes—ahhh—I'm cumming—I'm cumming!"

On the sofa, Harin's eyes went wide. The lifted leg exposed everything—the sight of Joon-ho's thick cock sliding in and out of Seo's pussy, slick and raw, each thrust making her folds stretch and glisten. Harin couldn't look away, her breath catching as she watched her "unnie" fucked so shamelessly.

Seo's head turned, lips open, eyes glazed. She met Harin's gaze across the room and moaned louder, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Ahhh—watch me—watch how he fucks me—ahhh—I love it—I love being filled—"

Her words sent heat straight to Harin's core, her thighs rubbing unconsciously together as she squirmed on the sofa.

Joon-ho kissed the back of Seo's neck, biting lightly as he fucked her harder, his hips snapping with sharp, relentless thrusts. Seo shuddered, clinging to the window, her body shaking violently as another orgasm ripped through her.

"YESSSS—ahhh—I'm cumming again—I can't stop—I can't stop—ahhhhhh!"

Her pussy clamped around him like a vice, spasming wetly, milking his cock. She screamed against the glass, her whole body convulsing, sweat dripping down her back as her orgasm rolled in waves.

Joon-ho growled low, his pace roughening as her walls clenched tighter. Seo twisted her head, half-dazed, panting, her voice hoarse but commanding. "Cum—inside me—fill me—make me yours—ahhh—fill me up, Joon-ho!"

Her plea pushed him over the edge. With one final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as thick spurts of cum shot into her womb. Seo moaned brokenly at the sensation, her eyes rolling back, her pussy clenching greedily as warmth flooded her.

"Ahhh—ahhh—fuck—yes, yes—fill me, all of it—ahhhhhh!"

She collapsed against the glass, trembling violently as her orgasm crashed again with the heat of his release. Cum spilled down her thighs, dripping from her swollen folds, streaking the window beneath her.

Joon-ho held her tight, still buried deep, his breath heavy against her shoulder. Seo sagged, her body slick with sweat, her voice faint but satisfied. "That's it… fuck… I can't remember his name anymore. Only you."

Behind them, Harin sat frozen, flushed and wet, her lips parted in awe. She'd never seen Madam Seo like this—undone, filthy, begging.

Seo turned her head slightly, her hair sticking to her damp face. Her eyes landed on Harin again, dark and hungry even through exhaustion. She smirked faintly, her voice husky.

"Your turn… little wife."

Harin's stomach flipped, her throat tightening, her pussy throbbing. She swallowed hard, heat pooling between her legs.

The room was still heavy with the scent of sex, the sound of Seo's moans echoing in the air, and Joon-ho's cock was still thick, still hard, still dripping inside Seo.

And Harin suddenly knew—the next round wasn't going to be just watching.