SHILPA , RAVEENA AND TABU THREESOME

 Chapter Two: Between Goddesses

The suite was thick with the scent of sweat and silk, the red sheets twisted, glistening with the aftermath of climax, but the night—God, the night—was far from done. Raveena lay on her stomach, her skin flushed, thighs glistening, cunt swollen and twitching from the orgasm Shilpa had wrung out of her. She gasped into the pillow, catching her breath, unaware that behind her, Shilpa was already slipping the harness around her hips, eyes burning like wildfire.

The leather creaked as Shilpa fastened it tight, a thick black cock jutting from her hips, glistening at the tip. Her fingers gripped Raveena’s ass, thumbs spreading her cheeks wide, the sight of that pink, fluttering hole making her groan. “You want more?” Shilpa murmured, voice dark silk.

Raveena arched her back without a word, spreading her knees wider, a soft whimper spilling from her lips.

Shilpa didn’t wait. The tip pressed at Raveena’s asshole, slicked and thick, and with one slow, brutal push, it sank inside. Raveena screamed into the pillow, fists clenching the sheets, her body jolting forward from the force.

“Fffffuck—Shilpa—aaAAAHH!” she sobbed, the stretch brutal, fire lancing up her spine. Her ass clamped around the intruder, muscles spasming as Shilpa pulled back, only to thrust forward harder, the slap of hips meeting echoing like thunder.

Her rhythm was relentless—each thrust deeper, meaner, fucking Raveena open with obscene wet noises, juices from her earlier orgasm slicking the shaft. Blood bloomed at the edge of Raveena’s hole, a raw red smear down her thigh, but her moans only got louder, more desperate, her body shaking from the dual sensation of pain and ecstasy.

“Take it. Take all of it, slut,” Shilpa growled, hands fisting Raveena’s hair, yanking her head back, her voice ragged with lust. “I’m gonna fucking ruin this hole.”

Then the door opened.

In the haze of thrusts and cries, neither noticed the footsteps until she appeared—Tabu, tall and silent in the doorway, already in harness, cock bouncing as she stepped forward like a queen returning to her throne. Her eyes drank the scene: Raveena shaking, Shilpa buried to the hilt in her ass, blood and cum painting the sheets.

Tabu said nothing. She just climbed onto the bed.

Raveena barely registered the second presence before a hand gripped her chin, turned her face up—and then Tabu was there, straddling her, guiding her cock to the gaping, soaked slit below. Raveena’s eyes flew wide as Tabu thrust forward hard, impaling her in one savage stroke.

“AHHHHh—oh my GOD!” Raveena’s scream broke on a sob as her cunt stretched to accommodate the thick shaft, Tabu burying herself to the root.

Now she was caught between them.

Pinned—Shilpa behind her, Tabu in front—two thick cocks filling her, plunging in tandem, grinding into her body until the bed creaked and moaned beneath them.

The sound was a symphony: wet slaps, breathless cries, the slap of skin, the hungry grunts of two goddesses fucking her raw. Shilpa’s hand reached around to slap her clit while Tabu leaned down, biting her neck, kissing her lips, whispering filth as she pounded her cunt.

“Fucking stuffed full,” Tabu groaned, biting her ear. “You’re dripping, Rav. Look at this mess.”

Raveena couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, her mouth slack, moaning into Tabu’s kiss. Her entire body jerked with every thrust, cum and blood slicking both cocks, her belly bulging slightly from the stretch, from being split in two.

And then—

Shilpa’s breath hitched, her hips stuttering. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna—aaahh—!”

She slammed forward, cock driving deep into Raveena’s ass as her orgasm hit, the harness trembling as she rutted hard, her imaginary balls slapping tight. She buried herself, growling into Raveena’s back, her fake cock pulsing, twitching inside her, spurting thick imaginary loads deep in her ass.

Tabu wasn’t far behind.

“Take it, you filthy bitch,” she hissed, slamming forward one last time, and Raveena felt it—hot, molten heat flooding her stretched pussy, Tabu’s cock jerking as she came, gushing inside.

Both holes filled. Both cocks throbbing.

And that—God, that was it.

Raveena screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm exploded, squirting hard around Tabu’s cock, the pressure too much, nerves short-circuiting. Her body writhed, thighs shaking violently, juices gushing in messy waves as her pussy clenched around the slick, pulsing length buried in her. She collapsed, sobbing, moaning, mouth wide in stunned ecstasy, hips twitching from the aftershocks.

Sweat soaked the sheets. The scent of sex, blood, cum, and perfume clung heavy in the air.

Raveena lay wrecked between them, holes gaping, dripping with their cum, still trembling from the double stuffing.

And you—watching, imagining, aching—your breath came in sharp gasps, your body straining, and when Raveena’s scream hit its peak, when the dual gush of seed spilled out of her ruined holes, you came hard. Fast. Violent. Muscles clenching, the scene burned into your skull as you jerked and moaned through it, your own orgasm ripping through you like fire on dry grass.

Welcome to the climax.

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