Soo-jin, Tae-hwan, and Ji-hoon cross boundaries in an obscene encounter. Tae-hwan dominates Soo-jin in a brutal *mating press*, while Ji-hoon watches, excited and submissive, in a game of limitless power and submission.
The golden circle on the floor stopped glowing, leaving behind a faint shimmer that merged with the dimness of the shelter. The air remained heavy with the scent of sex, mixed with sweat and the fluids still dripping between Soo-jin's thighs. Tae-hwan, his chest heaving, kept his thick, throbbing cock buried inside her, as if he didn't want to—or couldn't—separate himself from that wet heat squeezing him softly. Ji-hoon, his fingers still sticky from his own excitement, observed every detail with a mixture of lust and submission. He hadn't ordered them to stop. Not yet.
Soo-jin, her lips swollen from kisses and the taste of Tae-hwan in her mouth, moved with deliberate slowness. Each step she took forward made the man's cock settle deeper inside her, as if her body were absorbing it with every sway of her hips. Her thighs, glistening from the mixture of her excitement and the fresh semen already beginning to leak out, rubbed against each other with a wet and obscene sound. Tae-hwan grunted, his hands tightening against her hips as if he feared she would pull away, but Soo-jin only laughed, low and husky, before stopping in front of Ji-hoon. Her eyes, darkened by desire, locked onto her husband's as she lowered herself slowly, as if she were bowing, but it was actually a calculated squat. Tae-hwan's cock slid forward inside her, stretching her internal walls, and the man gasped, his knees trembling.
—Fuck! —Tae-hwan cursed, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her buttocks as Soo-jin rose again, this time faster, making his dick move inside her with an audible splash—. You can't do that, you bitch…
—Ah! —Soo-jin arched her back, her breasts bouncing under the silver lingerie as she repeated the movement, deeper this time, as if she were testing how much she could take before Tae-hwan lost control—. Don't you like it, darling? —she asked, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder, her lips curled in a wicked smile—. It seems your dick loves it.
Ji-hoon swallowed hard, his hand still around his own erection, but not daring to touch himself. He knew this was Soo-jin's moment, the moment where she decided how and when she would be used. Tae-hwan, sweaty and bloodshot-eyed, needed no further invitation. With an animalistic growl, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, as if she weighed nothing. Soo-jin shrieked, more in surprise than pain, when he sat her on the cold floor, but before she could protest, Tae-hwan was already kneeling between her open legs, his cock still inside her, dripping pre-semen and the remains of his first ejaculation.
—Open them! —Tae-hwan ordered, pushing Soo-jin's buttocks upward with his hands, exposing her tight anus, glistening with fluids—. I want to sit on your ass like it's a goddamn throne.
Soo-jin had no time to respond. With a sudden movement, Tae-hwan dropped onto her, his weight crushing her buttocks against the floor while his cock, still hard as steel, slid backward, searching for the other hole. Ji-hoon held his breath as the fat man's thick head pressed against his wife's anus, which was already lubricated by the fluids leaking from her cunt. Soo-jin gasped, her nails scratching the floor, but she didn't resist. On the contrary, she pushed back, helping that beast enter her.
—Yes, like that, motherfucker! —she screamed, her voice breaking with pain and pleasure as Tae-hwan sank halfway in with a single thrust—. Give me more!
Tae-hwan didn't need to be asked twice. With a guttural moan, he let himself drop completely, his pelvis crushing Soo-jin's buttocks while his cock disappeared inside her body. The mating press had begun. The man's weight was overwhelming, his thick thighs pressing hers against the floor, immobilizing her while he began to move his hips in slow, deep circles, as if he were kneading her flesh. Soo-jin moaned, her face pressed against the floor, but her moans were not of pain, but of a submission so intense that Ji-hoon felt his own dick throb with envy.
—Look at her, Ji-hoon! —Tae-hwan panted, leaning forward to grab Soo-jin's hair and pull her head back, exposing her sweaty neck—. Look at how your bitch wife melts when I use her like a goddamn toilet!
Ji-hoon didn't look away. He couldn't. The scene was too obscene, too perfect: his wife, legs wide and trembling, being ridden like a mare in heat, her anus stretched around that monstrous cock while Tae-hwan rubbed against her, his heavy balls hitting her inner lips with every movement. Soo-jin moaned incessantly, her words choked in her own saliva, but Ji-hoon knew what she was saying. More. Harder. Use me.
Tae-hwan's rhythm became more erratic, his thighs trembling as he neared orgasm. But instead of coming and pulling away, as any other lover would have done, the fat man clung to Soo-jin's hips and, with a roar, dropped completely onto her, his pelvis colliding against her buttocks with a wet, final sound. His cock pulsed, and Ji-hoon knew he was ejaculating again, this time in his wife's most forbidden place. Soo-jin screamed, her body wracked by spasms as the hot semen filled her insides, but Tae-hwan didn't stop. Even after coming, he kept moving, as if he couldn't—or didn't want to—let her go.
—Don't you dare pull out! —Soo-jin gasped, pushing back against him, her internal muscles squeezing the man's cock as if trying to extract every last drop—. Keep it inside, you damn pig!
Tae-hwan obeyed. With a grunt of satisfaction, he stayed there, sitting over her like a king on his throne, his cock still semi-erect inside his wife, dripping semen mixed with Soo-jin's fluids. But it wasn't enough. It never was. With a slow movement, Tae-hwan leaned forward and, without warning, buried his tongue between Soo-jin's buttocks, licking the place where their bodies were still joined. Soo-jin shrieked, her body shaken by a new orgasm as the man cleaned her with his mouth, like an obsessed animal.
—God, you taste so good! —Tae-hwan grunted, pulling away just enough to spit a thread of saliva and semen onto her anus before licking her again—. Your ass is the best toilet I've ever had in my life.
Ji-hoon felt his own excitement reach unbearable levels. Seeing his wife being used that way, without shame, without limits, while Tae-hwan praised her as if she were the most perfect whore in the world, was too much. But he couldn't touch himself. Not yet. This belonged to Soo-jin. This was her moment.
And then, as if they had rehearsed the move, Tae-hwan rose slightly, just enough for his cock to come out with a wet pop, leaving Soo-jin's anus open and dripping. But instead of pulling away, the fat man sat back down, this time with more force, as if he were testing her body's resistance. Soo-jin screamed, but it wasn't a scream of pain, but of pure ecstasy as Tae-hwan began to move again, this time with short, quick movements, as if he were hammering her back hole.
—You're going to make me come again, motherfucker! —Soo-jin gasped, her nails scratching the floor as her body tensed—. Don't stop, don't stop!
Tae-hwan had no intention of doing so. With one last brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, trembling as another load of hot semen filled Soo-jin. This time, when he collapsed over her, it was with a sigh of absolute satisfaction, his heavy body crushing his wife's against the floor, his lips searching for hers in a dirty and desperate kiss.
Ji-hoon, unable to contain himself any longer, felt his own orgasm hit him like a train, the semen erupting from his dick in thick spurts as he watched, helpless and ecstatic, how his wife and her lover kissed with tongues, their mouths sucking on each other as if they were the last source of oxygen in the world. Soo-jin moaned against Tae-hwan's lips, their bodies still joined, sticky and sweaty, while Ji-hoon came in silence, knowing that this hadn't ended. Far from it.