They stayed like that for long, trembling seconds—Koo’s body still quivering from the aftershocks, ass cheeks red and stinging from his slaps, cum and her own squirt smeared across her thighs and dripping down in slow, obscene rivulets. Tae’s chest heaved against her back, his thick cock still twitching between her ass cheeks, the last weak spurts painting sticky white streaks over her skin. Both of them panted like they’d run a marathon, the penthouse air thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat.

Tae was the first to move. He pulled back slowly, his softening length sliding wetly against her folds one last time before he tucked himself away, zipping up with a low hiss. Koo stayed on all fours a moment longer—too wrecked to stand—until he hooked gentle hands under her arms and helped her up. Her legs shook; the emerald halter dress was bunched around her waist, tits half-spilling out, pussy lips swollen and glistening.