Immy and Hana Tag Team Joe

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.

Hana's heart hammers as she stares at the thick, throbbing head pointed right at her. Her lips part, her tongue sneaking out to circle his tip, savoring the saltiness, feeling the weight of him against her mouth. Meanwhile, Kimmy slides lower, wrapping her lips around Joe's balls, sucking them in, her tongue flicking and swirling as she goes, her movements almost hypnotic.

With her hands braced on her knees, Hana lowers herself even further, taking Joe's cock into her mouth, inch by inch. She remembers every curve, every ridge of his cock, her body responding to the feeling of him filling her mouth again. She closes her eyes, letting her head bob, twisting and moving with each stroke. Her lips press tight as she takes him deeper, the musky taste of him filling her senses.

Kimmy notices Hana's blissed-out look, that wide-eyed surrender in her expression, and moves behind her, slipping her hands around Hana's head. With a firm grip, she pushes, forcing Hana's mouth down further, taking Joe's cock deeper. Hana's throat tightens as he slides down, her eyes shooting open, her hands scrambling for balance.

Joe leans back, hands resting on his knees, a look of raw satisfaction on his face as he watches them work. "See? Not so hard," Kimmy whispers, her voice a low murmur near Hana's ear as she continues to press down, holding her there. She lets her own lips graze along Joe's length, slowly, letting Hana feel every inch, drawing her deeper into that hot, breathless need.

Hana's cheeks burn, her throat stretched and full as Kimmy's grip keeps her steady. She feels every inch of Joe pressing in, her body adjusting, heat spiraling through her core. Kimmy's eyes meet hers, a smug, approving glint lighting them up as she watches Hana surrender. Hana feels Kimmy's fingers curl a little tighter in her hair, keeping her locked in place, until Kimmy finally eases up just enough to let her breathe. Hana pulls back, gasping, her lips wet, her own spit slick on her chin.

She doesn't waste any time, though, taking Joe back into her mouth with renewed hunger, tasting the mix of salt and musk, her tongue flicking up his shaft, leaving a wet, heated trail. She can feel Kimmy still watching her, and a thrill pulses through her as they lock eyes, an unspoken dare passing between them. The moment feels electric, almost like they're bound together in this game of push and pull.

Kimmy raises an eyebrow and shifts her attention back to Joe, running her tongue along his length before meeting Hana halfway, their tongues nearly touching as they work their way up and down his cock. Hana feels her breath catch as she lets Kimmy take the lead, their movements syncing up, every inch of Joe's shaft covered by their eager, wet mouths.

Joe leans back further, a low growl escaping his lips as he watches them, his hand drifting down to grip Hana's shoulder, his thumb brushing over her skin. "You're both doing real good," he mutters, voice rough. "But you better keep up. There's plenty more."

Kimmy lets out a throaty chuckle, giving Hana a quick wink. She leans down, her lips wrapping around Joe's balls, sucking them in with a slow, rhythmic pull that makes his head fall back. Hana, emboldened, presses forward, her mouth gliding along his length, lips tight, tongue teasing every ridge and scar, her breath coming quicker with every pass.

They move in sync, their mouths trading places along Joe's shaft, tongues sliding together, the heat between them building as they share the same goal, the same need. Hana's pulse quickens as she matches Kimmy's pace, tasting him in a way that feels heady, forbidden. Every little flick of her tongue, every time their lips brush, drives her deeper into the scene, her senses fully taken over, completely lost in the intensity.

Their rhythm intensifies, every slick, wet motion pulling them closer together, both of them consumed by the shared heat of Joe's cock between them. Hana feels Kimmy's shoulder press against hers, their bodies leaning in, practically entwined as they take turns lapping and sucking, their breaths mingling. A thrill rushes through her, pushing her to be bolder, to give in completely. She can feel Joe's hand drifting down her back, his fingers digging into her shoulder as he watches, his breath growing heavier.

Just as Hana's lips wrap around Joe's thick shaft again, Kimmy slides up, that teasing smirk back on her lips. She leans over, one hand reaching out to grip the back of Hana's head, pressing her down harder. Hana's breath catches as she lets Kimmy guide her, her mouth moving further down Joe's length, her throat tightening around him, feeling the thickness stretch her open. Joe lets out a low groan, his hips shifting forward, making her take him just that little bit deeper.

Kimmy doesn't stop there. She presses in close beside Hana, her face mere inches away, lips brushing over Joe's cockhead as Hana pulls back to catch her breath. Kimmy's tongue flicks over his tip, then her lips trail down his length in slow, lingering kisses, almost taunting. She's got her eyes on Hana, daring her to match her, to keep up. Hana feels a spark of defiance ignite in her chest, a heat that makes her move even closer, her lips meeting Kimmy's in a brief, heated brush as they both taste him at the same time, tongues flicking over each other in a heady, charged kiss.

Joe watches them with dark eyes, satisfaction lighting up his gaze. "You girls like sharing, huh?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, one hand sliding over Kimmy's back while the other tangles back in Hana's hair. "Better keep it up, then," he adds, pressing their heads together until their lips brush over his cock in unison.

Their tongues dart out, both of them trailing wet lines up his shaft, Hana feeling her pulse race as she matches Kimmy's moves, the taste of Joe mingling on both their lips. They each wrap their mouths around him, lips gliding up and down his cock as they press close, their foreheads touching as they fall into a shared rhythm.

The thrill of it--their bodies so close, their breaths mingling, the slick, hot press of their tongues tracing along Joe's cock--drives Hana to sink even deeper into the moment.

Joe reaches down, his hand rough, taking a possessive grip on Hana's curves as she presses closer, unable to resist the heat building under his touch. His fingers slip beneath her blouse, yanking it open with a pop as a button skitters to the floor, his hands immediately sliding over her bare skin, tracing the contours of her body. He catches her nipples between his fingers, twisting just hard enough to pull a raw gasp from her lips, her mouth still working him, the vibration of her moan vibrating along his length.

Kimmy's eyes flick up, catching every movement as she maintains her relentless rhythm over Joe's cock, the wet, messy sounds filling the room, rising and falling as she takes him in, over and over. She shifts, adjusting to get closer, and Hana--almost instinctively--leans forward, letting her mouth trail lower to join in, the warmth and scent of him filling her senses. She tastes him, lapping slowly along his shaft, savoring every inch as her lips meet Kimmy's, both of them tangled in the same goal, the same primal pulse.

Joe's gaze darkens, watching them as they trade places, tongues flicking, breaths mingling, their eyes meeting with a shared, wordless understanding. He reaches out, running his fingers down Hana's back, his palm landing with a hard smack across her ass, making her gasp, her hips instinctively shifting as she refocuses, her head dipping lower. Kimmy watches with an amused smile as Hana dives in, pressing her tongue under his shaft, tracing along his veins, her mouth growing more insistent, unable to get enough.

Joe's breathing deepens, his eyes gleaming with a hungry satisfaction as he gazes down at the two women in front of him, their faces glistening with a sheen of anticipation. "Alright, girls," he rumbles, his voice low and commanding. "You're gonna want to get ready. Sit up, right here." His hand gestures to the spot just inches from him, and they both move instinctively, settling on their knees, sitting back on their heels, eyes fixed on him with an unspoken, electric focus.

Hana and Kimmy press close, cheeks brushing, tongues flicking against each other, lips parted, each girl mirroring the other in readiness. They tilt their faces, lips hovering, hungry and expectant, eyes glued to the tip as his hand begins to move in slow, deliberate strokes. The heat of his stare settles over them as he growls, "Here it comes. Hope you girls are ready to share."

As his release builds, Hana and Kimmy arch forward, their mouths open, tongues out, tips touching in unison, both caught in that single, charged moment. The first spurt is thick, heavy, and catches Hana's cheek in a searing line, smearing across her skin and slipping down to her lips, hot and raw. She gasps, the salty warmth spreading, her tongue darting out to catch every drop it can reach, her mouth filling with the thick taste of him.

The next shot Joe aims straight at Kimmy, and she takes it eagerly, lips parted wide, catching it on her tongue as it spills past her lips and drips down her chin, leaving a glistening trail that she doesn't wipe away. Instead, her eyes flick to Hana, a sly, knowing glint there, before she opens her mouth again, ready for more.

Joe's hand shifts, his aim unerring as he directs another hot rope over Hana, the thick pulse coating her eye, her cheek, gluing her lashes shut as she blinks, shuddering with the sensation, the intensity of it making her heart race. Her hand slides over her own lips, catching another stray drop that she brings into her mouth, savoring the warmth, the lingering musk as it melts on her tongue.

As he steadies himself, Joe leans forward, aiming the next release at Hana's waiting mouth, letting her tongue slide over the head, drawing him in as he spills another thick wave right into the back of her throat. She moans softly, swallowing around him, feeling the taste spread through her senses. She takes it all, breath heavy as she tilts her head back, her lips still parted, the remnants glistening over her chin, her tongue darting out to catch any missed drops.

Kimmy leans over, her eyes smoldering as she takes hold of Hana's chin, her fingers slipping through the streaks left behind, gathering them before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Hana's mouth. She slides her tongue over Hana's lips, lapping up the taste, her breath mingling with Hana's as they share every last bit of him between them.

Then Kimmy lets a final, thick drop linger on her own lips before she tilts her head over Hana, letting it drip slowly from her tongue down into Hana's waiting mouth, the slick, intimate motion holding them both in place, the connection thick and binding. They pass it back and forth, the taste of him on each other's tongues as they exchange slow, heated kisses, savoring every shared pulse, every last trace of him.

As the last of his release settles over their skin, Hana and Kimmy catch their breath, faces flushed and slick with his warmth, the taste still fresh on their tongues. Kimmy leans in close, her fingers catching a stray streak on Hana's cheek as she trails her thumb down, savoring the moment. Their eyes meet, both of them shining with the remnants of shared intensity. Kimmy dips her head, capturing Hana's lips in a slow, lingering kiss, tasting every trace, each girl's lips parting to let the warmth pass between them, savoring the lingering salt and heat with every flick of their tongues.

Before either of them can fully catch their breath, Joe steps forward, reaching out with a firm, possessive grip as he wraps an arm around Hana's waist. Without a word, he pulls her close, his hand slipping down to the small of her back, fingers spreading possessively over her curves, his eyes dark as he watches her shiver beneath his touch. His gaze slides to Kimmy, but it's Hana he's fixed on now, his focus searing, as if she's the only one left in the room.

As Joe straightens up, his hand still warm on Hana's waist, he catches her eye, a mischievous glint sparking across his face. With a swift, effortless motion, he scoops her up, lifting her right off her knees and swinging her over his shoulder. Hana lets out a surprised laugh, the giggle spilling from her lips as she clings to him, her fingers pressing into his back for balance.

"Didn't think you were getting away that easy, did you?" he teases, his hand resting firmly on her hip, fingers giving a playful squeeze that sends a fresh warmth rushing through her. The low rumble of his voice vibrates against her, making her heart race even as she laughs, her cheeks flushed with the thrill of it.

"Put me down!" she protests halfheartedly, her laughter breaking through as Joe's fingers tighten just slightly, holding her more securely. But he only