Unleashed desires 2 (R18)

Lysandra fell upon him, slow and deliberate, her wet cunt engulfing his cock inch by excruciating inch until the world shrank to nothing more than the tight, dripping choke of her pussy.

Selene and Erynn joined in, their hands clawing at his flesh, mouths slobbering everywhere—Selene's tongue lashing his chest, Erynn's lips sucking his thigh—nails, spit, and fire all over him.

Lysandra began grinding, her ass hitting his thighs with wet, dirty slaps, and Liam realized—this was just the fucking beginning.

Liam's breath was a strained growl as Lysandra sunk down upon him, her cunt a tight, wet grip that devoured his cock inch by inch. Her cunt was a damned fire, slick and pulsating, and he whimpered like a dying man, hands wriggling at her hips.

"Fuck no," she didn't ease into it. She rammed hard, hitting his legs with her behind in a wet slap that reverberated through the dark room.

She pinned him with a stare that proclaimed you're mine, her eyes glistening wild and cruel.

"Shit—Lysandra—-" Liam gulped; his voice was a broken jumble. His head went back into the pillow; the sheets were already covered in sweat and whatever else was dripping off them. She rocked her hips in a devastating rhythm, grinding down so deep he felt her in his bones, not giving him a second to breathe.

Selene laughed was, her red eyes blazing as she moved in close. "Look at him squirm," she snarled, her tail striking his leg like a whip. She sat on his chest, her thighs squeezing his ribs, and slammed her tits in his face—full, heavy, nipples hard as fucking rocks. "Suck," she growled, pulling his hair and yanking his mouth to her skin.

Liam didn't think—he latched on, lips closing around her nipple, sucking hard and sloppy. She tasted like salt and musk. She let out a soft moan. His tongue flicked, teeth grazing, and she bucked against him, her nails digging into his scalp. "Harder," she snapped, and he obeyed, biting down just enough to make her moan loudly.

Erynn wasn't sitting idle—hell no. She crouched beside Lysandra, watching the silver-haired lady ride him into oblivion. "Fuck, he's taking it good," she purred. Her hands slid down Lysandra's back, nails raking red lines, then dipped lower, grabbing Liam's balls and squeezing—firm, not gentle, making his hips jerk up into Lysandra harder.

"Goddamn Erynn!" Liam's curse was muted against Selene's tit, his whole body jolting from the sudden grip. His cock twitched inside Lysandra, and she gasped, slamming down faster, her pussy squeezing like she wanted to break him.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the air—slaps of flesh, squelching thrusts, Selene's moans as he sucked her busty tits.

Lysandra's hands braced on his abdomen, nails digging bloody crescents into his skin. "You like this, Hero?" she moaned. "Getting fucked stupid by us?" She rolled her hips, slow and nasty, dragging his cock out then slamming back down, her ass jiggling with every hit. Her tits bounced, sweat gleaming on her pale skin, and Liam didn't know when a tear rolled down his eyes.

Selene shifted, sliding off his chest with a wicked smile, her tail flicking his cock as Lysandra kept pounding him. She swung a leg over his face, her cunt hovering inches above his mouth—dripping, swollen, the smell of her hitting him like a punch. "Eat it," she ordered, lowering herself until her folds smeared against his lips. "lick me."

Liam didn't hesitate. He popped his tongue out, plunging into her, tasting the sharp, tangy flood in her. She was soaked, slick running down his chin as he lapped at her like a starving dog. His hands gripped her thighs, yanking her down harder, and she ground against his face, her moans turning into sharp, slutty gasps. "Yeah—right there," she growled, her tail coiling tight around his arm.

Erynn's laugh was pure sin as she watched, her fingers still working his balls, rolling and tugging until he was a shuddering mess. She leaned over Lysandra, her tongue moving out to lick a stripe up her spine, then bit down hard on her shoulder. Lysandra yelped, her rhythm faltering for a split second, and Liam felt her tighten around him, a hot, wet pulse that nearly made him lose it.

"Fucking tease," Lysandra hissed at Erynn, but her eyes were blazing with want. She grabbed Erynn's hair, yanking her into a messy, open-mouthed kiss, all while she kept riding Liam like a machine.

Selene's hips bucked against his face, her clit grinding on his tongue as she chased her own high. "Don't you dare stop," she snarled, her voice cracking with need. Her thighs trembled, clamping his head, and he sucked harder, tongue fucking her until she was a shaking, cursing wreck. "Shit….shit…..yes…."

Liam felt like he was on top of the world, with Lysandra's pussy smashing down, Selene's cunt drowning him, and Erynn's hands all over. His cock was a throbbing ache, buried deep in Lysandra's tight hold, and each thrust brought him closer to the edge. His testicles clenched under Erynn's rough fingertips, and his breath rubbed against Selene's wet folds.

Lysandra leaned forward and clenched around him, deliberately, and he groaned into Selene, his hips snapping up to meet her pace.

Erynn slid a hand between Lysandra's legs, her fingers finding Liam's cock where it plunged into her, slick with their mess. She rubbed, fast and dirty, coating her hand in Lysandra's juices before shoving those fingers into her own mouth, sucking them clean with a moan. "Tastes like victory," she rasped, then dove back in, her tongue flicking Lysandra's clit while Liam fucked her from below.

The pressure was unbearable—Lysandra's tight, dripping heat, Selene's shuddering thighs, Erynn's filthy chaos. Liam's hands clawed at anything—Selene's ass, Lysandra's hips—his body a live wire sparking out of control. "Fuck—gonna—" he gasped, muffled against Selene, but Lysandra cut him off with a savage thrust, her nails raking his chest.

"Not yet," she snapped, slowing just enough to torture him, her pussy squeezing like a fist.

Selene came first, a guttural scream tearing from her as her cunt pulsed against his tongue, flooding his mouth with her release. She ground down hard, riding it out, then slumped off him, panting and smirking.