The air crackled with the raw stench of sex, sweat, and river water. Felicity hung suspended, a dripping, trembling offering impaled on two monstrous cocks – Exile's thick shaft pistoning her slick cunt like a piston, Victor's brutal girth stretching her asshole obscenely wide. Milk slicked her swollen tits, leaking onto Ivan and Damien's chins as they sucked and bit, marking her flesh. Lucan's clever fingers were a blur on her clit, a maddening counterpoint to the deep, bruising thrusts rocking her swollen belly. Voss's tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her cries, his hands roaming her stretched skin.
"Who?" she gasped again, the word ripped from her throat, lost in the wet slap of flesh and guttural growls.
Lucan snarled against her ear, his purr vibrating through her bones. His fingers dug harder, circling her clit like he was trying to start a fucking fire. "Take it, every. Fucking inch."
