Under the city's velvet sky, neon from below painting restless shadows across glass and skin, the rooftop pulsed with heat and the ripe stink of sex. Joon-ho's breath caught in his throat as he slammed his hips forward, driving his cock deep into Min-Kyung's ass, her body bent over the back of the sofa—cheeks spread wide by his grip, flushed and trembling.

Min-Kyung's moans were wanton, filthy, echoing over the city's buzz. She clawed at the cushion, knuckles white, eyes wet and wild. "Yes, Daddy—fuck my ass, please, please, don't stop, make me your anal toy, fill me up, ruin me…" Her voice cracked on every word, every demand desperate and honest. Her hair clung to her face in damp ropes, mouth open and drooling, cheek pressed against the upholstery as she tried to push back for more.

Joon-ho's body was soaked in sweat, every muscle burning from the tension and from holding Min-Kyung down as she writhed. One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to see her face contorted in bliss, while the other squeezed and pinched her nipple, rolling the stiff bud between his fingers, making her cry out louder. He thrust harder, cock buried to the root, feeling the tight heat of her ass clamp down, her body shuddering with every stroke.

"Good girl," he growled, voice ragged, leaning over her so she could feel his chest against her back, breath hot in her ear. "You love this. You love being my filthy toy. Say it."

She sobbed, face red, drool slicking her chin. "I love it, Daddy—I love being your anal toy, please, harder, don't stop, pinch me, use me—"

He didn't let up. He slapped her clit, hard and sharp, making her jerk and scream, then shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy, feeling how she clenched around both cock and fingers, dripping down her thighs. "You're dripping, Min-Kyung. Your ass is full and your pussy's still begging for more. Pathetic, isn't it?"

She nodded, almost mindless with need. "Yes, yes—use me, ruin me, make me cum, Daddy—"

Alina knelt nearby, naked, nipples jutting and sore, her hands digging desperate half-moons into her own thighs. She couldn't take her eyes off the scene, panting, her voice thick and hungry. "Let me join, please—please, I need it too, I'll do anything, let me serve—"

But Ha-eun was faster. She stalked across the room, wearing nothing but a thin scrap of silk for panties—her body a landscape of mature curves, skin luminous, long hair tumbling loose and wild. She grabbed Alina by the jaw, fingers biting hard, and pulled her up to face level. "Not so fast, kitten." Her voice was all low command, the smile dangerous and wicked. "You need a lesson in patience."

Alina whimpered, lips parted, shuddering under Ha-eun's touch. Her eyes fluttered as Ha-eun's tongue found her mouth, the kiss deep, rough, a promise of control. Alina melted, letting herself be moved, every line of her body telegraphing submission and desperate want.

Ha-eun produced her favorite toys from a drawer—black leather cuffs, a thick choker, a padded blindfold, a ball gag already gleaming with lube. She stripped Alina down completely, not that there was much left to remove, and bent her over the sofa. Her hands were quick, sure: wrists cuffed behind Alina's back, knees spread and bound, the choker tight against her throat. The blindfold slid down, plunging Alina into darkness.

"You want to watch your friend get fucked?" Ha-eun purred, her lips brushing Alina's ear. "Good girls watch and learn, but better girls beg."

She dragged Alina to the edge of the couch, then climbed up herself, panties shoved aside, and pressed her wet pussy to Alina's mouth. "Lick," she commanded, gripping Alina's hair. "If you're good, I might let you cum tonight. If you're not, you'll stay tied up and dripping, just like you love."

Alina moaned, mouth open, tongue flicking, nose buried in Ha-eun's heat. She drank in the scent and taste, sucking, licking, letting herself be smothered by Ha-eun's hips as she ground down, riding Alina's tongue and moans.

Joon-ho glanced over, eyes dark, watching Ha-eun—half goddess, half sadist—use Alina like a throne. It made his own thrusts wilder, rougher, the slap of flesh on flesh filling the rooftop as Min-Kyung wailed, her voice echoing off the glass. "Please, Daddy, harder, fill me up, don't stop, I want it—"

Joon-ho's free hand found Min-Kyung's clit again, rubbing it hard as he fucked her ass, fingers inside her cunt. She was almost screaming now, body shaking, her orgasm a violent, shuddering thing as she came around both cock and hand, sobbing, tears running down her cheeks.

"Take it," he ordered, pushing deeper, feeling himself right on the edge. "Milk it from me, Min-Kyung. Beg for it."

She choked out, barely coherent, "Please, cum inside—fill my ass, Daddy, fill me, I want it, please, please—"

He slammed deep, cock twitching, and shot thick, hot cum into her ass. Min-Kyung howled, back arching, ass clenching tight, her whole body trembling as he emptied himself, holding her down so she couldn't squirm away from the heat and stretch and messy overflow.

For a moment, only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the rooftop. Ha-eun's hand tangled in Alina's hair, holding her in place as she ground her pussy down, her own moans a deep, steady counterpoint. "That's it, kitten—don't stop, don't even think about stopping. I want your tongue as deep as you can go."

Joon-ho finally withdrew, cum leaking out around his cock, Min-Kyung shuddering with the aftershocks, spent and gasping. Ha-eun snapped her fingers. "Alina. Eyes up. Watch and learn."

Alina's blindfold was yanked off, her mouth glistening and wet, breath ragged. Ha-eun forced her to look—Min-Kyung sinking to her knees, face flushed, grabbing Joon-ho's cock with both hands and licking it clean, her tongue catching every drop of cum and sweat, not stopping until he was spotless. She swallowed with a groan, eyes glazed and needy. "Thank you, Daddy. Can I have more?"

Ha-eun smirked, releasing Alina's cuffs just enough to let her arms move. "Now it's your turn, slut. But only if you behave."

Alina shivered, nodding. "Please—please, use me, punish me, I'll do anything—"

Ha-eun wasted no time. She forced the ball gag between Alina's lips, buckled it tight, and replaced the blindfold. "Naughty girls need to be punished. If you cum without permission, you'll stay tied up all night." She whispered filthy encouragement, dragging a finger along Alina's soaked slit, then holding her open for Joon-ho to see.

Joon-ho knelt behind Alina, running his cock along her slick lips, teasing, smacking her ass, making her whine through the gag. He twisted her nipple piercings hard, rolling them between his fingers until Alina's thighs shook, her drool leaking out around the gag, cheeks wet with tears and spit.

Ha-eun gripped Alina's hair, forcing her head back. "Beg for it, even if you can't talk. Show me how much you want it."

Alina moaned, nodding, hips jerking, her whole body quivering as Joon-ho pushed the tip of his cock into her cunt, slow and relentless. Min-Kyung crawled up, watching, eyes dark and lips parted, one hand on Alina's clit, fingers flicking, the other reaching for Ha-eun's thigh, wanting to please both.

Joon-ho took his time, sliding in, then slamming deep. Alina jerked against her bonds, gagged whimpers growing louder, thighs shaking. Ha-eun whispered, "If you cum before he tells you, I'll spank you raw, slut. Hold it. Prove you're worthy."

Min-Kyung leaned in, licking the tears from Alina's face, whispering, "Feel how Daddy fills you. Isn't it perfect? You're just his toy now."

Joon-ho fucked Alina deep, slow at first, then faster, the slap of skin obscene. Alina was a mess—drooling, sobbing, cunt so wet it dripped onto the sofa, her body straining for release, every muscle taut. He yanked her head back by the choker, fucking her harder, using her just the way she craved.

Ha-eun stroked herself as she watched, fingers buried deep, eyes locked on Alina's ruined, blissed-out face. "Good girl. Take it. Take everything."

Joon-ho's rhythm grew rough, brutal. Alina's whole body jerked with every thrust, her moans desperate and muffled. When his hand found her clit, she exploded—body seizing, scream strangled by the gag, cunt clenching and gushing around his cock.

He didn't stop, fucking her through the orgasm, making her sob and beg for mercy she didn't really want. Ha-eun praised her with words and more teasing, promising, "You'll get more, slut, but only when I say so. You belong to us tonight."

When he finally pulled out, Alina collapsed forward, a wreck of sweat and tears and spit, still bound and helpless. Ha-eun unclipped her cuffs, dragging her up for a long, filthy kiss, tongue deep, her other hand stroking Alina's soaked, twitching pussy, drawing out every last shudder.

Min-Kyung pressed herself to Joon-ho's side, her own need rekindling as she watched the aftermath, eyes hungry. "Daddy… can I have more? Can I be your toy again?"

Ha-eun looked over her shoulder, her body glowing, hair wild, only her panties left now—dark with arousal. "Don't worry, darlings. There's plenty of night left. And I'm nowhere near done with any of you."

The rooftop was a storm of limbs and sweat and raw, hungry need, every body craving more—every dirty promise hanging thick in the air, ready to be claimed.

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