Jungkook circled behind her, his hands kneading her tits roughly through the bralette before ripping it down the middle. Her breasts spilled free, nipples pebbled tight under his calloused fingers. “Look at these fucking milkers,” he growled, pinching one hard enough to make her yelp. “Bet they bounce prettier when you’re getting railed.”

Namjoon crowded her front, his thick fingers parting her pussy lips with a wet sound. “Rules,” he stated, thumbing her clit in slow, torturous circles. “Door’s unlocked for us. Day or night.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just right. Tae’s knees buckled. “We use all your holes,” he continued, twisting his wrist. “And you don’t fucking cum unless we say so.”