Hyerim lay sprawled on the massage bed like she'd been poured there.
Her body was heavy, boneless, ruined—still clinging to every tremor he'd left under her skin. She couldn't bring herself to pull her legs together; she didn't want to, not with his cum leaking out and every inch of her throbbing.
Her nipples were hard, dark tips peeking like they were still offended at being touched. Her cunt glistened, swollen and messy, the slick trail between her thighs catching the warm light every time she shifted.
And every time she shifted, she felt it.
That full, heavy warmth inside her.
Not just wetness.
Him.
His cum sitting deep, thick and hot, the kind of fullness that didn't fade after a few seconds—no, it stayed, settled, made her feel stuffed in a way that turned her body stupid. Like her womb was holding a secret it didn't want to give back.
Hyerim swallowed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to regain some dignity.
It was hard when her pussy was still pulsing.
