Hana, a gorgeous Korean stunner with a killer body, stares down at her phone, her thumb hovering over Kai's last message. Why the hell hasn't her boyfriend been returning her calls or texts? She needs him now, of all times. After what went down between her and Joe last week, she can't stop thinking about Kai. She hates even showing up here, in Joe's sketchy, dim-lit basement, but Kai's always hanging out down here.
She strides in like she owns the place, giving a little swish in her classy, skin-tight designer fit, her curves showcased in all the right ways. Each step down the concrete stairs is a staccato click of her stilettos against the gritty backdrop of Joe's dark, rough basement. Her heels echo in the silence, almost daring someone to look up.
Then she spots him. Joe. Bare-chested on the couch, shredded abs catching the dim light, pants dropped around his ankles as he relaxes into the beat of some anonymous thot going to town between his legs. Hana freezes, caught off guard, but she can't look away. That thot's lips are locked tight around Joe's thick cock, moving with a raw, messy abandon, her face twisting and slamming down like she's getting off on it as much as he is. Hana's face flushes, and her heart pounds with a mix of shock and... something else.
Joe catches her standing there and smirks, that cocky grin plastered on his face. "Hey, Hana, you looking for Kai?" he asks, barely glancing her way as his hand casually slides over the back of the girl's head, pushing her deeper.
Hana's brain shorts. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She just gives a mute nod, the heat rising in her cheeks, the memories of last week crashing over her. Joe--her first. Her virginity. Her neatly held plans for saving herself--obliterated by the same cock that this random chick's slurping up like she's starved. It's like Joe doesn't give a damn about what he took from Hana. Just a week ago, he'd done this to her, and now he's here, letting some other girl suck him off, not a care in the world.
Hana's fists clench at her sides, but her legs refuse to move. She knows she should turn and walk right back up those stairs. Kai isn't here. She hates Joe. She hates that he took something so personal from her like it was nothing. But here she is, standing in the shadows, rooted to the spot, her heart hammering as she drinks in every lewd detail.
Joe notices her hesitation and spreads his legs wider, making room on the floor between him and the hoe, who's still grinding her mouth up and down his thick shaft without missing a beat. "If you're enjoying the show, you might as well stay," he says, that same smug grin dancing across his lips. "Plenty of space for one more. Why don't you join Kimmy here?"
His eyes drop to the empty spot, and Hana's gaze follows. She knows she should leave, that this is way out of line. But she doesn't move. Instead, she feels the warmth building between her legs, that same heat that overtook her last week when Joe had first stripped her of everything she'd held so tightly. Her feet betray her, one step, then another, her heels clicking in time with her quickening heartbeat.
She's almost hypnotized, memories of Joe's hands on her body, his cock filling her up, sparking along her nerves, flooding her senses as she felt things she'd never even imagined. His scarred cock with that curve that hit just right. She takes another step forward, her designer pants brushing against the gritty basement floor as she lowers herself, her eyes locked on the glistening, spit-soaked sight of Joe's cock.
She braces herself, her hand pressing into the hard muscle of his thigh as she kneels down beside the other girl. Kimmy's barely dressed, a strappy corset and thong clinging to her skin as she works Joe's dick with an eager, almost frenzied devotion, every twist and lick pulling more wet sounds from her lips. Hana swallows hard, her mouth watering as she watches Kimmy's movements.
Then Joe reaches out, his big hand rough and sure, and slips his fingers into Hana's hair, tugging her just a bit closer. Hana doesn't hesitate, leaning in to press her lips to his cock in soft, almost reverent kisses, her breath warm against his skin. Her lips part, her tongue flicking out to taste him, tracing the scar that runs along his length, the rough reminder of what he did to her. It feels almost like she's been waiting all week to taste him again, every inch dragging her deeper into that overwhelming, raw need.
Beside her, Kimmy looks up, a smirk playing at her lips as she watches Hana's cautious, hungry movements. That knowing glint in Kimmy's eyes tells her it's all part of the game. Hana reaches out, gripping the back of Kimmy's head with a boldness that surprises even herself, and pushes her down harder onto Joe's cock. Kimmy's eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't resist; instead, she dives in with an eager, filthy hunger, her lips sliding up and down Joe's length.
Hana watches, breath catching, as Kimmy's head bobs with rhythmic abandon. For a fleeting second, something about Kimmy catches Hana's eye--a familiar tension in her jaw, an edge that makes her heart skip. But the thought slips away as fast as it came, lost in the rhythm Kimmy's set.
Feeling the heat build, Hana leans forward, her lips pressing to Joe's cock again, tasting him beside Kimmy, their tongues flicking and twisting together. Kimmy meets her gaze, her smirk back in place, and dips down lower, wrapping her lips around Joe's balls, pulling him in as her fingers circle his shaft.
Hana pulls back for a moment, catching her breath, a slick trail left where her lips had just been. She glances at Kimmy, who's now sliding her tongue around Joe's balls, licking and sucking with this practiced devotion. Hana's pulse races as she lets her tongue flick along the side of his cock, taking her time, savoring every inch. Without thinking, she reaches out again, grabbing a fistful of Kimmy's hair, pushing her head down hard against Joe's cock.
Kimmy gags, a surprised noise spilling out as she adjusts, her face pressed closer, spit gathering at the corners of her mouth. She pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, glancing up at Hana with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You fucking bitch," she murmurs, a teasing smirk curving her lips. She doesn't seem mad--if anything, she's in on the game. She takes hold of Joe's shaft and aims it right at Hana, tilting it toward her like an offering.
