Chapter 53: All In

Ji-hye’s breath was still shaky, her body slick with sweat and her pussy fluttering from the intense orgasm—but her hunger hadn’t waned. If anything, it had deepened. Joon-ho was still inside her. Hard. Throbbing. He hadn’t cum yet. She could feel it—his cock twitching, heavy with need. The thick heat of it resting inside her like it belonged there. And God, she didn’t want him to stop. Her fingers traced up his back, clinging to his shoulders, voice small but trembling with want. "Joon-ho... I still want more..." Her words were breathy, shy—but honest. He lifted his head to look at her, and the moment their eyes met, something inside her melted. He smiled. "Then I won’t stop," he whispered. He pulled his hips back, almost all the way out—and then slid back in slowly, savoring every inch of her tightness. Ji-hye moaned, her legs already shaking again, every nerve still raw and tingling. "Ahh—so sensitive..." she whimpered, biting her lip as he filled her again. But she didn’t pull away. She wanted more. Needed more. Her hips arched instinctively, rising to meet his. Her hands cupped his face, pulling him down into a kiss that was messy, full of breathy whimpers and wet need. She kissed him like she needed air. Like she could breathe through his mouth and cum through his cock alone. His hands gripped her waist tighter, steadying her as he started moving again. Each thrust was slower, deeper, but still firm. Each time his cock pressed against the edge of her cervix, she gasped and clung harder to his back. "You’re... so deep... Joon-ho..." Her voice was barely a whisper, but her eyes were wide, pupils blown. He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, his breath hot. "You’re tighter than I imagined," he murmured. "And you’re sucking me in like you don’t want to let go." Ji-hye’s entire face flushed red. She wanted to hide her face in shame, but the way he spoke to her—calm, tender, with that low growl of want—just made her wetter. Harin, lying beside them, had been watching every moment, and now she stretched lazily, eyes gleaming. "Look at her," Harin cooed, her fingers trailing over Ji-hye’s belly, inching lower. "Moaning, trembling, and blushing like a virgin bride. You really needed this, didn’t you?" "H-Harin, don’t—" Ji-hye tried to protest, but her words dissolved into a desperate moan the moment Harin’s fingers touched her clit. Harin leaned in and kissed Ji-hye’s cheek. "You’re not allowed to lie to yourself here. Not in this bed. Not when you’re so damn cute when you beg." Her fingers worked in slow, careful circles, syncing with Joon-ho’s thrusts. Ji-hye’s legs kicked slightly, her hands gripping the sheets. "Oh—oh fuck... Harin, Joon-ho... I..." And then Harin kissed her—full on the lips. A deep, slow, open-mouthed kiss that surprised her. Their breasts pressed together, nipples brushing, sliding. Ji-hye moaned into the kiss, her tongue meeting Harin’s instinctively. Her hands flew around Harin’s body, squeezing her closer as she bucked up into Joon-ho’s cock. "That’s it," Harin whispered, lips brushing Ji-hye’s ear. "Just let it all go." Joon-ho groaned, watching them. The sight of two girls tangled, moaning, trembling under his touch—it pushed something primal inside him. He reached between Harin’s thighs and slid his fingers through her wetness. She gasped and rocked her hips back against his touch. "You’re soaking too," he muttered. "I want it," Harin panted. "I want you to fuck me. Now." Ji-hye gave a breathless laugh. "Good. You deserve it." With one last thrust into Ji-hye that made her arch and cry out, Joon-ho pulled out. A string of wetness followed him, connecting their bodies, sticky and slick. He moved behind Harin, who eagerly lifted her ass, getting on all fours directly over Ji-hye’s body. Ji-hye lay underneath, her chest rising and falling, and her eyes wide with anticipation as Harin straddled above her. Harin let her breasts sway and brush against Ji-hye’s. Their nipples touched, dragged, caught on each other. Ji-hye let out a choked gasp. Harin smiled. "Feel that?" she whispered, rubbing herself down slowly, rhythmically. Her slick pussy dripped warm onto Ji-hye’s stomach, smearing in trails. "I can feel everything," Ji-hye whimpered, lifting her chest slightly, her hands sliding over Harin’s hips. Harin leaned down and kissed her again, slower, tongue searching and teasing. Their lips parted and met again with deeper hunger. Ji-hye reached up, tangling her fingers in Harin’s hair as their mouths melded. Their bodies ground together—soft and slick, hot skin on skin, nipples hard and grazing. "You taste sweet when you’re turned on," Harin whispered, grazing her teeth on Ji-hye’s lower lip. "You’re evil," Ji-hye moaned. "Deliciously evil." Joon-ho knelt behind Harin, watching the two girls kiss, their bodies pressed, glistening from sweat and arousal. He grabbed Harin’s hips, lining himself up, and without warning, thrust deep into her. Harin’s eyes flew wide. "F-Fuck!" Her body jerked forward, her breasts bouncing fully into Ji-hye’s face. Ji-hye laughed, muffled, and caught Harin’s nipple in her mouth. She sucked. Hard. Harin moaned—loud, high, desperate. "You’re so damn wet," Joon-ho growled, pounding into her from behind. "So hot inside." "She is," Ji-hye said between sucks, pinching Harin’s other nipple. "You should feel how she melts against me." The rhythm built. Harin’s moans echoed through the room as Joon-ho slammed into her, their bodies meeting with slapping sounds. Harin’s hands gripped Ji-hye’s wrists, squeezing tight, grounding herself against the overwhelming pleasure. Their lips met again, hot and needy. Ji-hye clung to Harin, her thighs grinding against the bed, feeling the entire bed rock beneath them. "I—I’m gonna cum," Harin gasped, her body quivering. Joon-ho grabbed her hips harder, changed the angle, and fucked her rougher. Ji-hye lifted her head to Harin’s ear. "Cum for him. Cum on his cock while you’re kissing me." Harin screamed into Ji-hye’s mouth. Her whole body clenched. She came hard. And as she trembled, Ji-hye kissed her deeply—moaning into her mouth, arms wrapping tighter. The room was heat, scent, sweat, and wet. And Joon-ho, still rock hard, pulled out of Harin and looked down at Ji-hye. "I’m not done with you." He thrust into her again—fast, deep, no warning. She cried out. "J-Joon-ho! Yes—fuck me again! Don’t stop!" He grabbed her thighs, pushed them back into a tight mating press. "I’m gonna finish inside you. You want that, Ji-hye?" "Yes! Please!" He drove into her faster. Harder. Harin leaned against Ji-hye’s side, stroking her hair, whispering, "Let him fill you. Take it all." "I’m—I’m cumming!" Ji-hye screamed. And Joon-ho groaned. He came. Hot and thick, pulsing into her, his cock jerking deep inside as her pussy clamped down, milking every last drop. The three of them collapsed together in tangled, sweat-drenched bodies. And Ji-hye, trembling, felt full—in every possible way.