The room was thick with sex.
Sweat clung to every inch of skin. The scent of arousal and cum still hung heavy in the air, sweet and filthy. Ji-hye lay breathless, legs sprawled open, Joon-ho's cum still dripping from her stretched pussy onto the sheets beneath her.
Her heart pounded. Her skin tingled.
And yet…
Harin rolled over beside her, her fingers tracing Ji-hye's thigh lazily, lips still parted as if savoring the last moan. But there was a spark in her eyes. A smirk that curled slowly as she turned toward Joon-ho.
"That was hot," she purred. "But…" Her hand reached between her legs, spreading her folds to show the glistening mess. "I think I need more."
Joon-ho groaned softly, still catching his breath, but his cock—resting thick and wet between his thighs—twitched at the sight of her open cunt begging again.
"You're insatiable," Ji-hye whispered, but her lips were curled in a smile too.
