The mirror fogged instantly when he shoved her against it, her breasts squashing against the cold glass. His palm cracked against her ass—red blooming—as his other hand groped her tits roughly. “Look,” he growled, fingers pinching her nipples until she whimpered.

His reflection smirked at hers: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and that hungry fucking glint in her eyes. “See how bad you want it?” Tae’s breath hitched when his fingers trailed down her belly, slipping between her thighs. “Wetter than Mimi,” he taunted, two fingers plunging into her cunt without warning. Her back arched, her tits jiggling against the mirror. “Fuck—Kook—this is so wrong!”