I grunt in agreement, feeling the tension building within me as Whitney pushes back against Raze, encouraging him to thrust harder as I slide deeper. The way she loses herself in the moment—eyes closed, mouth full, and a look of pure ecstasy across her face—stirs something dark inside me.
“Fuck, Whitney,” I grunt, feeling the onslaught of pleasure clashing within.
We're a perfect storm, lost in this visceral dance that has consumed us all. If I could scream, I would, lost in the sensation, the overwhelming need to lose myself completely. But this isn’t just about us; it’s about her. And as she pushes against us, caught in the whirlpool of lust, I realize that tonight, we’ll create memories etched into our souls, defining the very edges of pleasure and pain that only we can explore together.
The minute she looks at me, I come, filling her throat with a hot gush of liquid that she swallows in a single gulp. But she still sucks as my cock twitches, making sure she gets it all out of me.
"Good girl," I moan, holding her titties, shaking as she smiles, letting my cock fall from her mouth.
Raze’s thrusts grow frantic behind her as he senses my release, his grip tightening on her hips. He pounds into her, each stroke powerful and raw, and the sounds of the shaking bed and breathy moans fill the air, intertwined with Whitney's soft gasps. The sight before me is intoxicating: two bodies entwined in sheer ecstasy, lost in the depths of pleasure that’s spiraling out of control.
"Look at her," Raze grunts, his voice strained. “She’s fucking perfect.”
Whitney beams, her eyes locking onto mine as Raze’s powerful thrusts push her closer to the edge. It’s as if she knows exactly what we both want, a wicked glint dancing across her features as she relishes in the moment of being completely dominated by us. I want to pull her into my arms again, to mark her as ours, to claim every inch of her fucking body.
“Just a little more, love,” I whisper, my fingers tracing down her jaw and into her hair, cradling her face with an intimacy that contrasts with the wildness of our actions. I can feel her trembling, her every nerve ending alight with passion, and I know she’s close, teetering on the brink.
“Havoc, don’t stop,” she gasps, breathless but hungry for more.
He huffs a laugh, the sound low and threatening. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”
With renewed fervor, he drives deeper still, hitting that elusive spot deep inside her that sends shocks of pleasure to her core. Whitney shudders, her body responding instinctively to another wave of bliss.
I watch, captivated, as she swirls her tongue around my spent cock, lapping up the remnants of my cum before her attention returns to Raze. It’s intoxicating to see how she works for both of us, her innate desire shining through the lust-driven haze. She's embraced her darker side, shedding the innocence she once exuded. This was the new Whitney—a wild, adventurous spirit fully willing to surrender to her cravings.
“Fuck,” she breathes between breaths, the desperation in her voice igniting a dark hunger within me.
“Are you ready?” I ask, inching closer in anticipation.
“Always.” Her reply is firm and charged, coaxing both of us to give her everything we’ve got.
With a knowing nod exchanged between Raze and me, we position ourselves, ready to take it to the next level. My heart races as I see her excitement bubbling over, and then we move as one, creating a rhythm not only of bodies but of our very intentions: to worship her, to pleat her joy into a tapestry of lust and intensity.
With my cock in her mouth again and Raze’s hard cock filling her from behind, I lose myself in the overwhelming sensation. Each thrust pushes us deeper into her warmth, a trio of passion spiraling higher and higher. When Whitney moans around me, it reverberates through Raze, and the intensity of it sends shockwaves of ecstasy through all three of us.
Our movements grow more frantic, the chemistry electric, and soon Whitney is lost in a mess of pleasure, eyes rolling back in bliss.
“I’m… I’m…” she starts, but the words dissolve into breathy gasps as her body starts to quiver, the telltale signs of her release drawing near.
“Yes, baby, come for us,” Raze encourages, his voice a low growl as he thrusts harder, eliciting a symphony of sounds from her as she nears the edge.
“Together,” I urge, trying to match our thrusts, the intensity igniting a fire that claws at my sanity. “I want us to come together.”
With a final powerful thrust from Raze, Whitney cries out, the sound raw and beautiful as she hits her peak. Her body constricts around us both, squeezing and rippling in such a way that I lose control, spilling into her mouth again as she swallows greedily, a sight that pushes Raze over the edge as well.
But you're not done yet," Raze whispers in her ear, leaning against her, his hand coming to the front of her body and wrapping possessively around her throat.
Her eyes widen as he comes inside her pussy, her nails brutally digging into my upper thighs as he pounds into her, giving her all that he's got. Before she has the chance to come, he pulls out of her, leaving her whimpering, dropping her head into the crook of my armpit, trembling with need.
"Don't worry, we're going to take real good care of you," Raze assures her, looking at me with a twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and I know exactly what he means.
Holding her hips, I pull her onto my lap, feeling Raze’s cum dripping out of her and onto me. He stays behind her, rubbing his cock up and down her ass, getting her nice and wet, ready for him to slide right in.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?" he asks, tightening his grip on her throat as I place my hand over his, squeezing along with him.
She shakes her head no as I slide her onto my cock, trying to distract her. Her pussy—warm and tight—grips me and fucking swallows every inch, and the arch in her back makes it feel even better.
"Don't worry, I'll make you feel so fucking good," Raze promises, pushing his fingers into her tight ass first, trying to loosen her up before his cock ruins her.