The neon lights of the nightclub faded into the distant rearview mirror of the taxi, but the throb of the bass still seemed to echo in Taehyung’s bones. She sat in the backseat, knees pressed together, acutely aware of the sticky, cooling mess between her thighs. Every time the taxi hit a bump, a fresh wave of sensation rolled through her—a reminder of the three massive cocks that had hollowed her out just minutes ago. Her underwear was ruined, the lace torn and saturated, and she could feel the drying trails of cum on her inner thighs, a tangible evidence of her debauchery.