Alone in bed, Tae clutched her phone under the duvet. Suho snored softly beside her. Her skin prickled. Buzz. A notification lit the screen. Unknown number. Her thumb hovered. Don’t. She tapped it.
An image flooded the display—her flushed face, lips swollen, slick pink folds spread obscenely wide beneath Jungkook’s thick, oiled fingers. Caption: Filthy holes gaping for Daddy’s cock. Still dripping?






















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