Touch Therapy: Where Chapter 4: Breeding Therapy

Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Breeding Therapy

She gasped—a final tremble wracking her body.

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

Joon-ho didn’t pull out.

Instead, he gripped her hips tightly and shifted their position, flipping her gently onto her knees, raising her ass high. She moaned, forehead pressed to the table, hips obediently arching up to present herself.

His cock never left her.

Still buried deep inside, her cunt quivering around him, soaked and stretched.

"Doggy now, Madam," he whispered. "Let

see how well this pussy takes

from behind."

She whimpered, legs trembling.

He began to move again, thrusting into her from behind with wet, deep strokes that had her crying out from the first impact.

"That’s it. Take it. Let

fuck you open until your womb begs for it."

Her hands clawed the table, moaning louder with each thrust.

He slamd in, over and over, hips clapping against her ass, balls slapping her soaked clit. The room filled with the sound of raw, obscene fucking.

"So fucking tight," he groaned. "Even after all that... you’re still gripping

like a virgin."

She gasped. "Please... cum... I want it... inside..."

He grinned darkly.

His pace quickened. The tension coiled hard in his spine. Cock throbbing. Muscles tight. Her pussy squeezing him with every pulse.

"You’re ready?"

She nodded desperately, pushing back into him, trying to milk his cock.

"Say it."

"Breed ," she cried. "Fill , Joon-ho—fuck your cum into my womb."

That was it.

With a guttural growl, he slamd deep one final ti—

And exploded.

Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded her pussy. Rope after rope, painting her insides, flooding her womb. He didn’t move, just held her there, stuffed full, twitching, pumping every last drop into her.

She moaned like an animal, collapsing onto the table with his cock still buried inside her, leaking around the base.

He stayed there, panting, still hard, still inside.

"That’s it," he whispered. "Every drop. You’re mine now, Madam. Marked. Bred."

She didn’t speak—just a soft sob, a shiver, and a broken smile.