Tae’s hand fisted in Koo’s hair, yanking her up from his cum-smeared tits with just enough force to make her gasp. Their mouths crashed together—deep, filthy, devouring. She tasted like him: salty ropes of his release still coating her tongue, mixed with her own spit and the faint sweetness of her lip gloss. He groaned into the kiss, sucking her bottom lip hard enough to bruise, tongue plunging deep like he was fucking her mouth all over again.

“Goddamn, Koo,” he rasped against her lips, voice wrecked and low. “You taste like my cock. My cum all over your pretty tongue. Dirty little thing.”