Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 362: Fox Play (2)

"On your knees." He told her, his voice rough. "Face me."

Mirae sank to the floor without question, looking up at him with eyes that were still glazed with pleasure. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation made her pulse race.

Joon-ho stood over her, his hand moving faster on his cock, chasing his own release. His eyes never left her face, watching her reaction, knowing she was enjoying every moment of this.

"Open your mouth." He commanded.

Mirae obeyed, parting her lips, her tongue extending slightly in invitation. It was all the encouragement Joon-ho needed. With a groan of release, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed across her face.

The first spurt landed across her cheek, hot and thick. The second caught her on her chin, dripping down toward her neck. The third and fourth spurts painted her lips and tongue, marking her with his essence in the most primal way possible.

Mirae didn’t wipe it away—she accepted it, welcomed it, even. Her tongue extended to catch the drops that were sliding down her face, tasting him, savoring the flavor. Her fingers moved to collect the cum that had landed on her cheek, bringing it to her mouth and licking it clean, her eyes never leaving his.

She was thorough, making sure not a single drop went to waste, her expression one of genuine enjoyment rather than performance. This wasn’t just about cleaning up—this was about consuming him, about taking part of him into herself, about showing her complete acceptance of everything he was.

When she’d finished, her face was mostly clean, though her lips and chin still glistened with the remnants of his release. She looked up at him, her eyes bright with satisfaction, her body still humming with the aftermath of her own orgasm.

"Better?" Joon-ho asked, his voice slightly breathless.

"Much." Mirae’s smile was warm, affectionate, and completely unselfconscious. "You always know exactly what I need, don’t you?"

"I try." He extended a hand to help her up, and she accepted it, rising to her feet on legs that were still a bit unsteady.

She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body still humming with pleasure. "I meant what I said earlier, you know. About missing your attention. I know you have responsibilities, other women who need you. But don’t forget that I’m here, that I want you, that I’ll always want you."

"I won’t." Joon-ho promised, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You’re irreplaceable, Mirae. Never doubt that."

She smiled against his chest, content in the aftermath of their encounter. But then her eyes moved downward, and she noticed something that made her pause.

"You’re still hard." She observed, her fingers reaching out to brush against his cock, which had barely softened at all. "After all that, you’re still ready for more?"

"It seems so." Joon-ho’s tone was mildly surprised but not displeased. "Must be the costume. Or maybe it’s just

you."

Mirae’s smile widened, her eyes dancing with renewed interest. "Well then, we can’t leave you in this condition, can we? That would be poor manners."

She sank to her knees again, her movements graceful despite her shaky legs. Her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him with firm, deliberate motions, her fingers exploring the length, testing his responsiveness. She could feel him twitch in her grip, could sense the lingering arousal that hadn’t been fully satisfied by their earlier encounter.

"Let me take care of this properly." Her voice was low, intimate, promising things that made his breath catch.

She leaned forward, her tongue extending to lick the sensitive head of his cock, collecting the remaining drops of his release. Her technique was practiced—she knew exactly how to use her tongue, her lips, her hands to maximize pleasure, to draw out sensations that made his toes curl.

Mirae took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft, her tongue working the sensitive underside. She moved slowly at first, her head bobbing with measured rhythm, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. The warmth of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue, the way she sucked with just the right amount of pressure—it was incredible.

Joon-ho’s hand moved to her hair, his fingers threading through the strands, guiding her movements without forcing her. He watched her face, saw the pleasure she took in pleasuring him, the way her eyes closed slightly when she took him deeper.

"That’s good." He murmured, his voice rough. "Just like that." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Mirae hummed around his cock, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. She began to move faster, her head bobbing with increasing urgency, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. She took him deeper each time, relaxing her throat to accommodate his length, showing off the skills that had made her legendary among those who knew.

The fox tail swished behind her as she moved, a constant visual reminder of the costume, of the role she was playing, of the fantasy they were living out. It was incredibly erotic, watching her like this—on her knees, dressed as a fox spirit, her mouth stretched around his cock, her expression one of complete devotion to his pleasure.

Joon-ho could feel his release building again, the pressure mounting more quickly this time. Mirae’s mouth was too good, too skilled, too determined to bring him to the edge. His grip on her hair tightened, his hips beginning to move instinctively, thrusting into her mouth with increasing urgency.

"Deep." He commanded. "Take it all."

Mirae didn’t hesitate. She deep-throated him, her lips pressing against the base of his shaft, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She held him there, her throat working around him, her tongue still moving with incredible dexterity. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, warm, wet, and absolutely perfect.

She pulled back slowly, her lips dragging against his shaft, her tongue continuing its exploration, then took him deep again, establishing a rhythm that pushed him rapidly toward release. Joon-ho’s breath came faster, his muscles tensing, his entire body focused on the pleasure building in his balls.

"I’m close." He warned her, giving her the choice of whether to swallow or pull away.

Mirae’s response was to take him even deeper, to increase her suction, to show him with her actions that she wanted everything he had to give. She cupped his balls with her free hand, massaging them gently, adding another dimension to the overwhelming stimulation.

And then, with a groan of release, Joon-ho came again. His cock pulsed in her mouth, spurting cum directly down her throat, and Mirae swallowed it all, her muscles working to consume every drop. She didn’t spill a single bit, her expression one of complete satisfaction as she took everything he had to give.

When he’d finished, she slowly pulled back, her lips releasing his cock with a soft, wet sound. She licked her lips, collecting any remaining traces of his release, her eyes meeting his with a look of pure contentment.

"All clean." Her voice was slightly husky but triumphant. "Much better, don’t you think?"

Joon-ho sank back into the chair, his body completely spent, his satisfaction absolute. "You have no idea."

Mirae rose gracefully, moving to sit on his lap, curling against him as he wrapped his arms around her. The fox costume was still in place, the tail swishing gently behind them, the anal plug still buried inside her, providing constant stimulation.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her body relaxing into his, completely comfortable with their post-coital intimacy. "I really do love these costume fittings, you know. They’re always so... productive."

Joon-ho chuckled, his hand stroking her back. "I’ll make a note to schedule more of them."

They sat like that for a while, enjoying the quiet aftermath, the comfort of each other’s presence. The studio was silent except for their breathing, the evidence of their passion scattered around them in disordered clothing and rumpled hair.

But eventually, Mirae stirred, lifting her head to meet his eyes. "I should probably get changed before anyone walks in on us. As much as I enjoy the costume, I’m not sure I’m ready to explain the tail to the cleaning staff."

"Probably wise." Joon-ho agreed, though his hand lingered on her waist, reluctant to let her go. "But I want you to know—this was exactly what I needed today. You always know how to make me feel better, Mirae."

"That’s what I’m here for." She kissed him softly, a gentle press of lips that conveyed affection rather than passion. "Among other things."

She slid from his lap, moving toward the changing screen with a grace that was entirely unconscious. Joon-ho watched her go, admiring the view, the fox tail swishing behind her, the costume still incredibly effective even in the quiet moments.

They had responsibilities, obligations, a complicated web of relationships to manage. But for now, for this moment, everything was exactly as it should be. And that was enough.