Minho pulled back, breathing heavily. He reached down, using his fingers to pry open Y/N's swollen folds of her pussy. He stared at the sight—the entrance raw, red, and dripping with a mixture of arousal and friction-induced fluids.

"God, look at her," Minho rasped, his voice thick with lust. "She's absolutely dripping."

Jimin was preoccupied, his mouth clamped firmly onto one of Y/N's breasts, sucking the swollen peak with a rhythmic, hungry intensity. "*Slurp, gulp, slurp.*"

Minho looked up, his eyes gleaming. "Jimin, can I suck her pussy hole? Since we used condoms, I didn't get the real taste. I'm bored to death of my wife's taste—I need something this desperate."

Jimin pulled away from the breast for a moment, a string of saliva connecting his lip to Y/N's skin. He let out a cruel, mocking laugh. "Hahaha! Go for it, Minho. Help yourself. She's barely conscious anyway; she won't even know who's doing what."

Y/N let out a weak, broken whimper. "Please... no more... I can't..."

"Shut up, toy," Jimin sneered, immediately diving back down to feast on the other breast. "*Suck, slurp, schlick.*"

Minho didn't wait. He dove between

Y/N's thighs, his tongue lashing out in a violent, wet stroke right across the center of their clitoris.

"*Lick! Slurp!*"

Y/N’s body jolted, a sharp, sobbing cry escaping her lips. "Aaaaah! No!"

"Mmm, you taste like pure desperation," Minho groaned, his voice muffled against her skin. He opened his mouth wide and sucked the entire opening of Y/N's pussy into his mouth, pulling hard.

"*Gulp, slurp, schlick!*"

"Look at her," Jimin called out, his voice muffled as he continued to chew on Y/N's nipple. He pulled back to smirk. "Look at those tits, Minho. They're so juicy now. I've spent so much time sucking them, they're practically overflowing."

"I can see that," Minho replied, lifting his head for a second, his chin glistening with Y/N's fluids. "And this pussy is even better. So tight, so wet. His wife is a fucking masterpiece of a slut, Jimin. No wonder JK lets us have her."

"She's not a wife," Jimin laughed, his hand gripping Y/N's hip and bruising the skin. "She's just a piece of meat for us to carve up."

Minho went back down, his tongue swirling aggressively inside the opening, making loud, sloppy noises. "*Schlick, slurp, squish.*" He used his teeth, nipping at the sensitive inner lips, causing Y/N to wail in a mix of pain and forced stimulation.

"Stop it! Please, just let me sleep!"

Y/N sobbed, her voice nearly gone.

"Sleep?" Minho mumbled against her skin, his suction increasing. "*Slurp, gulp.*" "We're just getting to the best part. I'm going to eat every single drop of you."

The room was filled with the sound of Y/N's hopeless weeping, drowned out by the wet, rhythmic sounds of two men treating her body like a feast.