Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg - Chapter 3: Cream-Filled Therapy

She could still feel him.

Every inch, every twitch, buried in her.

“Still breathing?” he murmured.

Madam Seo moaned instead of answering. Her legs had gone numb from the way he’d punched into her. His cock pressed snug against the gate of her womb—hot, thick, and impossibly deep.

“Good,” Joon-ho growled. “Because I’m not fucking done with you yet.”

He gripped her thighs, pulling her closer until their bodies met with a wet slap. She cried out, back arching as the head of his cock ground against her cervix.

“Tight,” he hissed through his teeth. “So fucking tight inside. Like your pussy’s never been used right.”

She could only moan, head rolling from side to side on the slick table.

He began to move.

Not fast. Not yet.

Just long, deliberate strokes—pulling out until only the head remained, then slamming back in to the root. Each thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.

“Can you feel me there, Madam?” he asked, voice low, teasing.

She nodded furiously, mouth hanging open.

He leaned over her body, lips brushing her ear. “That’s your womb I’m pressing against. That’s how deep I go. You want me there, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes, yes, fuck—Joon-ho!”

He grinned.

Then he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her.

Fast.

Hard.

Wet slaps filled the room, echoing off the walls. Her body jolted with every thrust, tits bouncing against the table, hands clawing for something to hold.

“So fucking deep,” he panted. “I can feel your cunt gripping me, sucking me in like it needs this.”

Her moans turned into screams.

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?”

She nodded wildly, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

He shifted the angle—just slightly—and suddenly his cock slammed directly into her womb.

She exploded.

Her scream was raw, her cunt spasming violently around him. Juices poured down his shaft, drenching the table.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled. “Let it out. Cum all over me.”

She didn’t stop shaking. Her whole body trembled, legs twitching, breath choking in her throat.

He slowed only for a moment, letting her ride the waves.

Then he pulled out halfway and slammed back in, hard enough to make her jolt.

“You hear that?” he whispered, cock driving home again and again. “That’s the sound of your pussy being ruined for anyone else.”

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Her nails dragged across the table, desperate for something solid.

He bent over her, lips pressed to her neck.

“You feel full, Madam? You should. I’m balls deep in your womb.”

She whimpered, a broken, submissive sound.

His cock throbbed.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m close. So fucking close.”

He pulled out slowly, watching her gape open, cunt twitching from the absence.

Then he slammed back in, bottoming out with a filthy grunt.

Her pussy clenched in response, milking him, begging for it.

“You want me to cum inside, don’t you?” he growled.

She nodded, voice gone, just whimpering.

He slowed, buried to the base, cock twitching with need.

Then he whispered into her ear:

“Next session, I’m going to breed this pussy. Fill your womb so full, you’ll taste me for days.”

She gasped—a final tremble wracking her body.

And he held still, cock pulsing inside her, right at the edge.