Jack Riley's Coconut Grove penthouse was a glass cage of fake swagger—black leather, chrome, and a view of Miami's skyline that screamed "I'm somebody." But Jack was nobody, a jealous rat clutching his last card: drone footage of Zara, Kael, and Tina's yacht orgy, sent to Vito for a payday. He thought he'd won, lounging in his silk robe, sipping cheap whiskey, his phone pinging with Vito's promise: Deal's on. They're dead. But Zara didn't play defense, and Kael didn't forgive. Tonight, Jack's world would burn, and they'd brought reinforcements to make it a spectacle.
Zara kicked the door open, her leather corset laced tight, her E-cup tits spilling over, nipples poking through, her micro-shorts barely covering her pussy, her snake tattoo coiling under neon strips. Her blonde hair was a wild mane, her green eyes blazing. Kael stormed in, shirtless, his jeans low, his cock a thick ridge, his green eyes promising pain, his scars glinting. Tina followed, her fishnet catsuit ripped, her D-cup tits bare, her thong soaked, her black hair a mess, her switchblade twirling. Behind them, two new players: Rico, a 6'2" ex-Marine turned bouncer, his biceps like boulders, his cock bulging in cargo pants, his brown eyes hungry; and Lila, Tina's hacker sidekick, a 5'6" vixen in a latex bodysuit, her C-cup tits perky, her pussy outlined, her red hair in a braid, her blue eyes wicked.
Jack scrambled back, his whiskey splashing, his robe gaping to reveal his pathetic cock. "You—you can't be here!" he stammered, his eyes darting to the drone on his desk, its memory card his only leverage. Zara laughed, cold and sharp, strutting closer, her hips swaying, her pussy wet at the thought of crushing him again.
"You thought Vito would save you?" she taunted, grabbing the drone, smashing it against the wall, shards flying. "You're nothing, Jack." She nodded to Kael, who cracked his knuckles, his cock hardening, his rage a living thing.
Kael grabbed Jack's throat, slamming him onto the couch, ripping his robe off, leaving him naked, his cock limp, his ego shriveling. "You don't learn," Kael growled, unzipping his jeans, his cock springing free—long, veined, the head purple and dripping, his balls tight. Rico smirked, shedding his shirt, his cock bulging, joining Kael, his presence a wall of menace. Tina and Lila circled, their pussies throbbing, ready to turn this into a five-way slaughter.
Zara stripped her corset, her tits bouncing, her nipples hard, her shorts gone, her pussy bare, glistening, her clit swollen, her asshole winking. "Watch," she hissed, climbing onto the coffee table, spreading her pussy, her juices dripping. Tina joined, ripping her fishnet, her pussy soaked, straddling Zara's face, her clit begging for Zara's tongue. Lila shed her bodysuit, her pussy pink and wet, kneeling beside Zara, sucking her nipples, her fingers plunging into Zara's pussy, curling to hit her G-spot.
Kael grabbed Jack's hair, forcing him to watch, his cock inches from Jack's face, pre-cum dripping. "Beg," he snarled, stroking himself, his cock pulsing. Rico unzipped, his cock massive, veined, dripping, joining Kael, their cocks a dual threat. Jack whimpered, his eyes wide, his cock twitching but failing, his humiliation complete.
Zara moaned, her pussy squirting as Tina's tongue worked her clit, Lila's fingers fucking her, her asshole clenching. She screamed, her orgasm shaking the table, her juices flooding Lila's hand. Tina's pussy spasmed, squirting onto Zara's face, her moans echoing. Kael thrust his cock into Lila's mouth, her lips stretching, gagging as his head hit her throat. Rico grabbed Tina, bending her over the table, thrusting into her pussy, her walls tight, her screams shaking the penthouse.
Jack sobbed, his face red, his cock limp, as the five-way orgy consumed the room. Zara crawled to Kael, sucking his cock, her tongue lapping Lila's spit, her throat taking him deep. Tina's pussy squirted again, soaking Rico's cock, her moans a taunt. Lila straddled Jack's face, her pussy smothering him, her juices drowning him, her voice cruel: "Lick, or you're dead."
Jack's tongue was weak, pathetic, his tears mixing with Lila's cum, his spirit broken. Kael pulled out of Lila's mouth, grabbing Zara, thrusting into her pussy, his cock stretching her, his balls slapping her ass, his thumb in her asshole, making her scream. Rico fucked Tina beside them, their bodies syncing, the table creaking, the glass walls shaking.
"Cum on him," Zara demanded, her pussy squirting, her orgasm relentless. Kael and Rico roared, their cocks erupting, hot cum spraying across Jack's face, Zara's tits, Tina's ass, Lila's lips, pulse after pulse, coating them all. Jack collapsed, his face dripping, his dignity gone, as the women licked each other clean, their tongues savoring the cum, their moans a final insult.
They left Jack crumpled, his penthouse a wreck—cum, juices, and broken tech littering the floor. Zara's phone buzzed—a text from Kathryn: You're out of time. Vito's coming. Zara grinned, kissing Kael, Tina, Lila, Rico, her lips tasting of cum and victory. "Let's burn their empire," she said, leading her crew into the night, Jack's second crush a warning to all who dared cross them.