Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 278 - 279: Threesome Night

Harin’s back was still flushed from the earlier round—marks of Joon-ho’s hands vivid on her skin, thighs slick with lingering pleasure as she lay sprawled, limbs tangled with Mirae’s beside her. Mirae’s breath was shaky, her own body sensitive from where Joon-ho had made her come so hard just minutes ago. The storm outside had grown wilder, but in this bed, nothing mattered except the three of them: skin on skin, sweat drying and mingling, their scent thick in the air.

No one needed to speak. The look in their eyes—blown pupils, parted lips, soft, wordless gasps—was enough. Mirae caught Harin’s gaze, sharing a wicked, excited smile, then looked down between them at Joon-ho, sprawled and hard, his chest rising and falling, cock still wet from Mirae’s release.

Harin was the first to move. She rolled onto her side, fingers brushing down Mirae’s arm, then slipping over Joon-ho’s thigh. Mirae shifted closer, the heat of her breath ghosting over Harin’s cheek, their breasts brushing together, nipples pebbling with each accidental graze. Harin’s hand found Joon-ho’s cock, stroking him slowly, lazily, until he groaned, hips twitching at her touch.

Mirae pressed a kiss to Harin’s shoulder, letting it linger, her lips soft, then teasing, before she trailed her tongue up the column of Harin’s neck. Harin shivered, sighing out a soft moan, and turned into Mirae’s mouth, their kiss deepening—open, hungry, wet.

Joon-ho couldn’t tear his eyes away. The two women were beautiful and wild, bodies flushed from sex, lips swollen, eyes shining. Mirae broke the kiss, smirking at Harin, and then leaned down, trailing kisses along Harin’s jaw before meeting Joon-ho’s mouth. Harin watched them kiss, biting her own lip, her hand never leaving Joon-ho’s cock.

Mirae broke away, laughing softly, then kissed Harin again. "Should we make him beg a little?" she whispered, her voice thick with arousal.

Harin smirked, stroking Joon-ho more deliberately. "Maybe. Or maybe we spoil him together."

Joon-ho let out a breathless chuckle, running his hands through their hair, tugging Mirae in for another kiss as Harin bent low, her lips brushing the sensitive head of his cock. Mirae nipped at his bottom lip, teasing, while Harin’s tongue flicked over his slit, gathering the mix of Mirae’s taste and his own pre-cum. Mirae’s hand joined Harin’s, the two of them stroking him in unison, fingers brushing, their shared heat making him even harder.

The two women exchanged a look—something conspiratorial and hot—before shifting, heads lowering together, lips and tongues working in tandem along his shaft. Harin took him in her mouth, sucking him deep, her cheeks hollowed, while Mirae licked up the length, her tongue tracing every vein, every twitch.

Joon-ho groaned, the sensation almost too much—two mouths, four hands, the slide of soft hair over his hips, the vibrations of their moans rumbling against his cock. Mirae kissed Harin with Joon-ho’s cock pressed between their lips, then flicked her tongue along the underside, taking his balls into her mouth, sucking gently, making his hips buck helplessly.

Harin and Mirae swapped places again and again, trading kisses in between, letting spit and precum mingle, not caring how messy it got. Sometimes Mirae’s lips would wrap around his cockhead, sucking with purpose while Harin traced circles over his balls with her tongue, making his toes curl. Then Harin would slide him deep into her throat, moaning, while Mirae licked along the shaft and nipped at his hipbones, whispering filthy encouragement.

Joon-ho’s hands roamed freely, one tangled in Mirae’s hair, the other guiding Harin’s head, his moans low and desperate. "You two... fuck... you’re perfect, both of you..."

They looked up at him, lips slick, eyes daring, and then leaned in to kiss each other, tongues mingling, Joon-ho’s cock rubbing between their cheeks. The sight alone made him throb—two beautiful women, naked, greedy for each other and for him.

They kept him on the edge, never quite letting him fall, teasing him mercilessly. Mirae flicked her tongue over his slit, lapping up more precum, then kissed Harin, sharing the taste between them. Harin moaned into Mirae’s mouth, her fingers never still on his shaft, squeezing, stroking, driving him mad. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

When neither of them could wait any longer, Harin pulled Mirae down so their asses pointed toward Joon-ho. The view was obscene—two perfect pussies, still red and swollen from earlier, glistening with arousal. Mirae pressed back into Harin, arching her hips, grinding her slickness against Harin’s thigh, and Harin spread her own legs, showing off every inch for Joon-ho’s hungry gaze.

Joon-ho knelt up behind them, his hands finding Mirae’s hips first, then Harin’s, spreading them wider, thumbs pressing into soft flesh. He bent down, kissing Harin’s lower back, then trailing his tongue down to her pussy, licking up the slick that still dripped from their last round.

Mirae shivered, biting her lip as she watched, then leaned forward and took Joon-ho’s cock in her mouth from underneath, sucking him deep as he licked Harin. The pressure built in his gut, every muscle tight with anticipation.

Joon-ho alternated between them—fingers sliding into Mirae’s pussy, tongue swirling over Harin’s clit, tasting her, feeling her shake under him. Mirae moaned, her mouth full, letting his cock slip from her lips to suck his balls, before kissing Harin’s hip and sliding two fingers inside her as well.

Harin gasped, bracing herself, every nerve raw and exposed. "God, don’t stop—please, fuck, don’t stop..."

Mirae stroked Harin’s back with her free hand, kissing her shoulder. Joon-ho’s tongue pressed harder, faster, lips sucking her clit while his fingers fucked Mirae deep and steady, every movement practiced and hungry. The room filled with desperate, broken moans and the slap of wet flesh.

The girls kissed again, twisting to meet each other’s lips even as their bodies quaked from Joon-ho’s touch. Mirae licked Harin’s lips, then moaned as Harin reached down, finding Mirae’s clit and rubbing quick, tight circles, making them both tremble.

Joon-ho’s cock throbbed, desperate for more. He pulled back, lining himself up behind Harin. Mirae grinned, anticipation flashing in her eyes, and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs so Joon-ho could see her pussy, still glistening.

Harin guided Joon-ho into her, his cock sliding in easily, both of them gasping at the sudden heat. She rocked back, driving him deeper, while Mirae shifted until she straddled Joon-ho’s face, her thighs bracketing his head, her pussy lowered right onto his eager mouth.

He licked her eagerly, tongue plunging inside, sucking on her clit, his hands gripping her ass to keep her steady. Mirae shuddered, grinding down, riding his face, her hips rolling with each stroke of his tongue. Harin rode him, slow at first, then faster, using Mirae’s body as leverage, her breasts bouncing, sweat slicking her skin.

The girls leaned together, kissing above Joon-ho, their breasts pressed tight, nipples grazing. Mirae tangled her fingers in Harin’s hair, pulling her in, tongues dueling, moans swallowed into each other’s mouths.

Joon-ho’s hands slid up Harin’s back, gripping her waist, guiding her rhythm. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her, her moans getting higher, breath growing ragged.

Mirae’s moans vibrated through her whole body. "Joon-ho, more, don’t stop, please, oh—yes—!"

Harin was lost, hips slamming down, riding Joon-ho for all she was worth, every muscle shaking. She broke away from Mirae’s mouth just long enough to cry out, "Joon-ho, I’m—fuck—I’m coming!"

Joon-ho groaned against Mirae’s pussy, his hips jerking as Harin’s walls clamped down on him, wet heat gripping him, milking him. He thrust up, unable to hold back, spilling inside her, the pleasure so intense he saw stars.

Harin slumped forward, collapsing onto Mirae’s shoulder, both of them trembling, sweat-slick skin pressed together. Mirae kissed her softly, gently, stroking her hair as Joon-ho pulled Mirae down, licking her through her own orgasm, making her tremble and shake, her cries muffled in Harin’s neck.

When Harin couldn’t move, Mirae slid off Joon-ho’s face, catching her breath, chest heaving. Joon-ho shifted, easing Harin down to lie flat on the bed, then pulled Mirae over her, positioning her on all fours above Harin, ass up, breasts hanging. Harin reached up, cupping Mirae’s tits, squeezing and stroking, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples.

Joon-ho knelt behind Mirae, gripping her hips, his cock already hard again from the sight of them. He slid into her, slow and deep, groaning as her pussy clenched around him, still wet and tight.

Mirae pushed back, meeting every thrust, her moans wild and unrestrained. Harin watched, wide-eyed and hungry, fingers teasing Mirae’s nipples, kissing up her throat, whispering encouragement. "Let him fuck you, baby. Take it all."

Joon-ho picked up the pace, hips slapping against Mirae’s ass, his balls hitting her clit with every deep thrust. Mirae’s cries filled the room, loud and desperate, her body shaking as pleasure built to a fever pitch.

Harin kissed Mirae, lips and tongue and teeth, biting her lower lip, moaning into her mouth. Their bodies pressed together, sweat mixing, the bed rocking beneath them.

Joon-ho could barely hold back, the sight of Mirae riding him, Harin stroking her, the sound of their pleasure, too much to bear. He reached between Mirae’s legs, finding her clit and rubbing hard, quick circles, sending her over the edge.

Mirae’s orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down, body convulsing as she screamed his name. Joon-ho fucked her through it, thrusts wild and erratic, until his own orgasm tore through him again, filling her with heat, his cries lost in the sound of their pleasure.

They collapsed together, Mirae on top of Harin, Joon-ho slumping beside them, all three panting, sweating, trembling. Harin wrapped her arms around Mirae, kissing her softly, stroking her hair. Joon-ho pressed kisses to Mirae’s back, then to Harin’s shoulder, his hands gentle, loving.

They lay tangled, legs draped over legs, arms wrapped around waists, the storm outside a distant roar compared to the storm they’d made inside. Fingers traced lazy patterns on bare skin, lips met in soft, languid kisses, and laughter bubbled up, giddy and light.

No one spoke of EON, or the world outside. There was only this: the heat of their bodies, the warmth of afterglow, the unbreakable intimacy of three hearts, safe together while the night raged on beyond the glass. Harin nuzzled Mirae’s cheek, Mirae kissed Joon-ho’s chest, and Joon-ho pulled them close, never wanting to let go.

They drifted, slowly, together into sated, dreamless sleep, limbs entwined, the storm their lullaby, the world outside held at bay—just for tonight.