Panting, soaked, Jungkook finally pulled out. He slapped Tae’s hip. "*Towels.*" Shivering, she stumbled out of the shower stall. Namjoon silently handed them thick, white towels.
Jungkook rubbed himself briskly, eyes never leaving Tae as she clumsily dried her trembling limbs. Water droplets clung to her pink nipples; the towel snagged on her swollen pussy lips.






















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