Mike savors the taste of me, his tongue swirling around like a curious serpent exploring its prey. The wetness of his tongue leaves a trail of saliva. I feel it dripping down.
“She tastes so damn good…” Mike rasps before going back to licking.
As the thunder claps, my body involuntarily jolts a little, but it doesn’t matter because I am entirely immersed in the feeling of Mike eating my asshole.
“I think that tight hole is wet enough now,” Mike states.
I watch the trio shed their clothes and ensure their eerie skull masks are in place, as if preparing for a ceremonial ritual.
Everyone takes their positions. Raindrops manage to penetrate through the dense foliage, splattering on our skin. The sound of the thunder and the music is deafening, creating a cacophony of noise that echoes throughout the surroundings.
I straddle Cain. With trembling hands, I guide him to my pussy. He thrusts upwards, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. His cock fills me, stretching me to my limits.
“Cain…” I moan.
My body bounces with each of Cain’s hard thrusts into my pussy, the rhythmic clapping of his thighs against my ass adding to the intensity.
I glance back and see Mike holding his stiff cock in his hand. Without delay, I lean forward. I feel his spit on my asshole.
The tip of his cock enters and I dig my fingernails into Cain’s shoulder.
“Fuck. I can’t. I can’t,” I cry out.
“Look at me…” Cain demands.
My eyes roll and I throw my head back from the sensation.
“Look at me!”
He squeezes my chin, bringing my face forward. I manage to open my eyes.
“Keep your fucking eyes on me,” Cain commands.
I gaze at the skull mask. My eyes are drawn to the empty eye sockets. I can’t help but feel a sense of unease as I meet his dark, piercing gaze. Mike pushes deeper into my asshole.
Cain and Mike start thrusting back and forth at the same time. Nate stands there watching for a moment, taking in the sight.
“I think it turns her on,” Nate states, stroking my head, “when we kill for her.”
Cain lets out a deep chuckle and reaches towards my throat. His hand hovers just above my skin, teasing me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Does it, princess? Does it turn you on?” he asks, thrusting hard with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Them killing people doesn’t turn me on. What turns me on is their unwavering loyalty and the masks. They look so fucking hot in the skull masks.
Cain’s hand closes around my throat, his grip firm yet somehow gentle. The sensation is intoxicating, rendering me speechless as I surrender to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through me.
The haunting melody of The Summoning fills the air, its ethereal notes weaving a spellbinding tapestry around us. Our bodies begin to move in perfect harmony with the rhythm. Each lightning strike illuminates the forest with a fleeting brilliance, casting eerie shadows that dance across our entwined forms.
It feels as though we’re engaged in some ancient, forbidden ritual. The atmosphere crackles with electricity, charged with an intensity that leaves me breathless with anticipation.
Nate positions himself in front of me, his touch feather-light yet commanding as he guides me with a gentle hand. I part my lips eagerly as he offers himself to me, his cock sliding smoothly into my mouth. He starts moving his hips back and forth.
Meanwhile, Cain’s grip remains unyielding around my throat, a constant reminder of his dominance and my submission. His touch is both possessive and tender, grounding me in the present moment even as my senses reel with pleasure.
The torrential downpour pelts us relentlessly, soaking us to the bone. The storm only intensifies the experience, heightening our senses and amplifying the raw energy that pulses between us. With each flash of lightning, our soaked bodies are briefly illuminated.
But at this moment, surrounded by the thunderous roar of the storm, I feel truly alive. Every sensation is heightened, every touch electrifying as we surrender ourselves to each other.
“Baby…” Nate pants.
I let out a whimper on his stiff cock and look up at him. He runs his fingers through his drenched hair. The raindrops cascade down his toned, chiseled abs, highlighting every curve and crevice.
“Let’s fucking destroy her,” Mike taunts thrusting back and forth.
As the tempo of their movements escalates, their bodies collide with a frenzied urgency. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and desire.
With every breath, the air feels heavy. My chest rises and falls in sync with the rapid rhythm, each inhalation a desperate gasp for air that leaves me feeling light-headed and dizzy.
Despite the overwhelming sensation of lightheadedness that threatens to overwhelm me, I feel a wave of euphoria wash over me.
My breasts bounce with the force of their movements, each jolt sending waves of pleasure cascading through me. My pussy clenches around Cain’s cock. I eagerly take everything they give, surrendering myself completely. My heart is thumping in my chest.
I fist the base of Nate’s cock and he moves faster in my mouth as I gag on him.
The trio do all the work as they fuck me. I feel an orgasm building up. I have never had an orgasm through just penetration. I close my eyes as I feel myself sweating.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m coming!” Mike exclaims.
“Me too...mmm,” Nate says, out of breath.
