Raven leaned back, his hand sliding down to grab Min-jung's hip as she gasped against his neck.
Her legs were still wrapped around him like some desperate fucking koala, all that soft thick flesh pressed against his body, her massive tits crushed between them.
She was breathing hard, these little hiccupping gasps that made her whole body shudder.
Her freshly fucked pussy still leaked, warm and wet against his stomach where they pressed together. He could feel it—the mix of blood and cum and her own juices creating a sticky mess between them.
"Does it still hurt?" he murmured against her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. His hand moved up her spine, fingers tracing the curve of her back.
Min-jung nodded weakly, her face buried in the crook of his shoulder. She couldn't even form words. Her throat felt raw from screaming, her body felt like it had been torn apart and reassembled wrong. Everything ached. Everything burned.
But she held onto him tighter.
