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Private Dance

Hawk (“Crow")

Luv Bug: Kevin Gates

I 'm on the fucking brink of losing all self-control, and I can tell Whitney senses it too. As she dances seductively on Raze and me, the mischievous glint in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she's fucking doing, and she's reveling in it. The teasing look in her gaze sends my blood racing, and I can feel the unmistakable demand of desire, my pants growing tighter as my cock screams for release. I pull her closer, sliding her onto my lap, and her gaze flicks to mine as instinct takes over; she begins to rock against me, stoking the flames of my desire and making my cock even harder.

"Keep moving like that, and we might have to end this dance early," I warn, my voice low and gravelly, causing her to shiver with anticipation.

"I didn't really feel like dancing anyway," she whispers, sensually licking her lips as if to tease me further.

Suddenly, Raze stands and scoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder just like he did when he first got her out of the car. He nods for me to follow, and without hesitation, I do.

It isn’t long before we find ourselves in a dimly lit bedroom, a gentle breeze flowing in through the crack in the window. Gently, Raze lays Whitney back on the bed, and we gaze down at her, our masks casting an alluring glow that highlights her perfect figure. She waits patiently as we undress, her skimpy one-piece revealing just enough to feed my imagination. But fuck, I want more—I need to fucking see all of her.

"Take it off for me, Little Mischief," I command, my impatience evident as I stroke myself.

With a coy smile, she sits up and begins to peel off her bodysuit, revealing her golden skin that shimmers in the soft light. Seizing the moment, she stands and playfully pushes us down onto the bed, lowering herself to her knees in front of us, her hands resting enticingly on our thighs.

"What's this?" I ask, a smirk on my lips under my mask, already knowing the answer.

"I want you both to fuck my mouth," she declares boldly, savoring the tension in the air as she licks her lips, and damn, it fucking works.

I’m momentarily taken aback—this isn’t the shy, reserved girl I once knew. The Whitney I remember had beautiful eyes and an angelic soul. This new version is audacious, and I can’t fucking get enough of it.

"Don’t have to ask me twice," I chuckle, gripping the back of her head and tangling my fingers in her hair, guiding my cock toward her eager mouth.

As she glances at Raze, I slowly push forward, savoring the warmth and wetness as she envelops me, her lips creating a perfect seal around my cock. A low grunt escapes me, my legs trembling with the pressure as she begins to suck, her tongue swirling around me. Once she’s soaked my cock, I thrust my hips, driving deeper into her throat, giving her exactly what she asked for. And hell, she takes it so beautifully. The way she gags around me sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I have to focus to keep myself grounded, her saliva dripping onto my thighs in thick strings.

Raze watches, his eyes dark with lust, his hand wrapped around his own aching cock, stroking to the image of Whitney gagging on my cock, head bobbing as she works me with equal parts hunger and skill, and it drives him fucking wild. He leans down, brushing his fingers along her back, savoring the curve of her spine as I grant him an inviting nod. It's his turn to claim her, and I can feel the charged atmosphere crackling around us as he moves closer, wanting to join in on the sinful indulgence.

"Don't stop, Whitney," Raze urges, his voice husky with need. "You’re doing so fucking well."

She looks up at him, her eyes alight with mischief as she carefully slides her mouth off me, slick and glistening.

"You want a taste too?" she teases, a playful glint in her eyes.

"I want more than your fucking mouth on my cock," he growls, a primal look flickering in his eyes.

Without uttering a response, she urges me to lean back further into the bed, making space for Raze to position himself right behind her.

"Just like that, little one," he growls encouragingly.

Driven by primal instinct, I grip her hair tighter, guiding her back onto my cock so she can continue to worship me while Raze takes his place behind her, ensuring she’s sandwiched between our bodies. With a smirk, Raze inches closer, his hands caressing her thighs before he teasingly spreads them apart.

"Look at how perfect she is," he murmurs, almost to himself, as he admires the way she stays poised on her knees, ready for us. The tension in the air thickens, a potent mix of our desire and her eagerness.

"I want you both," she breathes, and it’s a command we can hardly ignore.

Without a moment of hesitation, Raze positions himself, thrusting into her from behind as I guide her head down once more. Whitney gasps, the sensation sending tremors through her body as she loses herself in the dual pleasure of being filled. I can’t hold back the way my own body reacts; I thrust deeper into her mouth, synchronizing our movements, creating a rhythm that drives us all closer to the edge.

The sound of her moans reverberates around the room, mixing with the slick slapping of flesh against flesh as we dominate her. My fingers tighten in her hair as I increase the pace, loving the way I feel her muscles contract around me, how she struggles to adapt to the overwhelming sensations we’re inflicting on her. Raze’s hand finds my thigh, and he nods, a mutual acknowledgment of the pleasure we’re both experiencing.

“Let’s give her everything. Make her really remember this night.”

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.

"Just do it," she begs, her body shaking. "Just fuck me. I don't care if it hurts," she says, her eyes locking onto mine as he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock against her ass.

"If that's what you want," he growls, holding her hip as he slides into her ass, a painful, seductive moan escaping her lips, vibrating against our hands, still tightly squeezing her throat.

The three of us slowly become one, moving in sync, our moans like a sexy melody playing on repeat as we tangle in each other's embrace. Whitney bounces on my cock while Raze fucks her ass, the pain slowly fading with each thrust, turning into pleasure she never could've imagined. She leaves scratches on my chest while we leave bruises around her neck and handprints on her ass, reminders of our time together.

I find myself looking into Raze’s eyes more than Whitney's, like we're having a silent conversation just by blinking, both thinking the same thing. This is what we've been fucking wanting for so long, but the sting of our betrayal is a painful reminder that we need to come clean.

But first, Whitney's pussy constricts around my cock, and I can tell she's about to come. Helping her, I slam her onto my cock, slipping my fingers between her legs and pinching her pierced clit, making her body spasm against us. Raze grunts and groans, and before I know it, he's coming again, filling her ass while she finally comes undone for both of us. She throws her head back, clawing at my chest while pushing back against Raze and squeezing her thighs around me. It's like a fucking waterfall when she comes, soaking me and the sheet beneath me, a primal cry slipping from her throat as we finally release our grip, using our mouths on her soft, sweaty skin instead.

Between wild gasps and muffled cries, we collapse together, a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, the aftermath wrapping us in a blanket of warmth and satisfaction. Whitney nestles between us, her body a perfect fit—like the puzzle piece we've been missing—and for a moment, all is silent, except for the sound of our heaving breaths catching up to reality.

Tonight was just a dance, but in that sensuous rhythm, we discovered so much; we found an exhilarating connection that had been dormant far too long. I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down, the promise of something deeper lingering in the air as we embrace the aftermath of our pleasure, reveling in the bond we've created.