Ji-hye sat on the hallway floor, legs folded awkwardly beneath her, her back pressed against the wall. Her fingers still trembled, slick from her own orgasm. Her panties clung to her, wet and ruined, her pulse racing in her ears.
The air around her smelled of sex. Warm, earthy, musky. Her body felt hot—tingling, burning with shame, with hunger, with something she hadn't let herself feel in so long.
She should have left.
She should have gone back to her car, washed her hands, pretended none of this happened.
But the moment she saw Harin in the doorway, all thought vanished.
Barefoot. Naked. Glowing.Cum still dripping from between her thighs.
Ji-hye's eyes locked on the pale stream trailing slowly down Harin's inner thigh.
She couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
All she could think was:That should be me. That should be inside me.
