The next morning, sunlight streamed through the villa’s curtains, warming Tae’s naked body sprawled across the massive bed. She stirred slowly, blinking awake, her porcelain skin clean and fresh— no sticky remnants of cum, honey, or fruit juices from the marathon night of fucking that had left her passed out in exhaustion. She didn’t remember when they’d cleaned her, but her holes felt sore, stretched, a delicious ache between her thighs that made her fat pink pussy throb with residual heat. “Mmm… so sore… but feels so good,” she murmured to herself, stretching like a cat, massive tits jiggling, pink nipples already hardening in the morning air.

The door creaked open, and in walked the three men—completely naked, cocks hanging heavy and semi-hard between their muscled thighs, smirks plastered on their handsome faces. Kook led the way, tossing a tiny scrap of fabric at her—a skimpy maid dress, black lace with white frills, barely more than a joke.