The night stretched on, a tapestry of sensations and emotions. They explored each other's bodies with a hunger that was both tender and insatiable. Dante's fingers traced the curves of Wanda's E-cup breasts, feeling the weight of her love in every inch of her soft, giving flesh. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently before taking it into his mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive peak.
Wanda moaned, arching her back, her own hand sliding down to her wetness. She watched him with eyes full of love and longing, her desire a beacon in the darkness. Jean, her breath still ragged from her own climax, leaned in to kiss Dante's neck, her teeth grazing his skin.
Their movements grew more urgent, their kisses more demanding. Dante felt the beast within him stir, the creature of passion and lust that had been slumbering for so long. He laid Wanda down on the fur-covered floor, her legs spread wide to welcome him. He slid into her, her pussy enveloping him in a warm embrace that seemed to echo the warmth of her soul.
Wanda's eyes widened, her back arching as he filled her completely. Dante's cock was a weapon of love, a tool of pleasure that claimed her in the most primal way. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his firm ass as he drove into her. The sound of their bodies coming together was a sweet harmony that resonated through the chamber.
Jean watched from the side, her own need growing with every moan that Wanda let slip. She reached out, her hand cupping Wanda's cheek, her thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Wanda's eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Jean," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Dante's hips moved with a fierce rhythm, his cock pistoning in and out of Wanda's welcoming warmth. She met his every thrust with an eager moan, her nails digging into his back as the pleasure built within her. Jean's hand slid down to Wanda's pussy, her fingers joining Dante's in the sweet dance of love.
Together, they pushed Wanda higher and higher, until she was on the precipice of oblivion. Dante felt his own climax approaching, a beast that roared within him, demanding to be set free. He pulled out of Wanda, her pussy gaping and wet, and positioned himself between her legs.
He slammed into her with a force that made the very floorboards creak. Wanda's eyes snapped open, her nails digging into his back as she screamed out her release. Jean watched, her own hand moving between her legs to mimic the motions of Dante's.
With one final, desperate thrust, Dante buried himself to the hilt within Wanda's quivering pussy. Her walls contracted around him, a vise-like grip that seemed to milk the very essence from his body. Wanda's scream reached a fever pitch, her eyes snapping open to reveal a gaze that was wild and untamed.
Her orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure, a wave that crashed over them both, pulling them under and drowning them in a sea of ecstasy. Jean's own hand moved faster, her eyes never leaving the sight of their joining, as she chased her own release.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, Dante's movements grew erratic, his body taut with the effort of holding back. With one final, powerful thrust his dick Pierced her womb, releasing his hot and sticky cum within Wanda's quivering pussy . The warmth of his cum filled her, a testament to the depth of his desire and the intensity of their love. Her orgasm crashed over her, a tempest of sensation that left her trembling and gasping for breath.
Jean, lost in her own reverie, watched the intimate moment with a mix of awe and envy. The sight of Dante's cock, now coated in a mixture of Cum and Wanda's arousal, was almost too much to bear. She stifled a whimper, her own hand bringing her closer to the brink.
Dante's body went rigid as he climaxed, his cock pulsing inside Wanda's tight channel. He roared his release, the sound a primitive declaration of triumph and satisfaction. Wanda's nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around him as she clung to the edge of her sanity.
The room was a whirlwind of passion and release, their cries of pleasure mingling with the pounding of their hearts. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a heady perfume that seemed to cling to their skin and infiltrate their very beings.
As the storm of their passion began to ebb, Dante's thrusts slowed, his body heavy with satisfaction. Wanda's grip loosened, and she fell back onto the bed, her body a boneless heap of pleasure-soaked flesh. She lay there, panting, as Dante's cock slipped from her, leaving her feeling both empty and fulfilled.
Jean, her hand still buried between her legs, watched them both, her own climax just out of reach. She craved the connection she saw in their sated expressions, the bond that seemed to have formed between them in those moments of intense pleasure.
Dante leaned over Wanda, planting a gentle kiss upon her forehead as he caught his breath. His eyes searched hers, the love and lust shining bright in the soft light. Wanda's eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing upon her lips as she reveled in the aftermath of their union.
they moved from the floor to the bed, the. They moved from the floor to the bed, the chaise to the windowsill, each position offering a new angle, a new sensation. Dante's cock was a marvel, never tiring, never waning in its need to give pleasure.
He took Jean from behind, her F-cup breasts bouncing with every thrust. Wanda knelt before them, her tongue darting out to taste Jean's clit, her hand wrapping around Dante's shaft to guide him deeper into her lover's welcoming heat. The room was a symphony of moans and sighs, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the manor.
The hours stretched, a tapestry of passion that seemed to have no end. Dante's prowess was indeed the stuff of legend, his stamina a testament to the depths of his carnality. The two women, once rivals to one another, now bound by the shared experience of his touch, reveled in their roles as the willing recipients of his relentless attentions. They were the instruments through which he channeled his desires, the conduits for his never-ending tide of release.
Wanda's stomach swelled with each voluminous spurt of Dante's seed, a round, pregnant mound that spoke of the unbridled passion that had overtaken them all. Yet she remained insatiable, her eyes pleading for more as he pulled out, her pussy quivering with the aftershocks of her most recent climax. Driven by an unspoken need, she reached out, her hand finding its way to Jean's waiting cunt, the two of them sharing in the intimate dance that had brought them to this precipice of pleasure.
Jean's body responded in kind, her muscles clenching around Dante's cock as she felt Wanda's tender touch. Her breath hitched as she took Dante's member into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the tangy flavor of Wanda's satisfaction. He groaned, the vibrations sending a tremor through her, his hips bucking as he approached his peak once more. With a final, guttural roar, he emptied himself into Jean's waiting maw, her throat working to swallow the salty torrent that filled her mouth.
But the night was far from over. Driven by a primal instinct that knew no bounds, Dante moved from Jean's mouth to her awaiting pussy, her legs splayed wide in silent invitation. He plunged into her, the sound of their bodies colliding a symphony that filled the chamber. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he filled her to the brim, his cock thick and pulsing with the need to release again. And when he did, her body convulsed around him, her walls clenching as she felt the warmth of his cum flood her core.
The night deepened, and the candles cast flickering shadows on the walls. Dante's hips moved in a steady, punishing rhythm, his 9-inch cock plunging into Jean with a fervor that seemed to shake the very foundations of the manor. Jean's breasts bobbed with every thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive to the cool air of the room.
Wanda watched them, her eyes glazed with a mix of love and longing. She reached out, her hand gliding over Jean's hip to rest on the firmness of Dante's ass. Her fingers dug in, urging him deeper, her own desire a silent testament to the love she felt for the two of them.
The night grew colder, but the fire in the hearth could not hold a candle to the inferno burning within Dante. His strokes grew harder, his cock a beacon of pleasure that pierced the chilly air. Jean's breath grew ragged, her pussy tightening around him as she neared her peak.
"Dante," she moaned, her voice a siren's call in the quiet night. "I need more."
He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "I'll give you everything," he murmured, his voice thick with need.
With a grunt of effort, Dante lifted Jean, turning her so that she faced Wanda. The chaos witch took her in, her gaze lingering on the juncture of their bodies, the slickness of their union. Her hand slipped between Jean's legs, her fingers finding Dante's shaft and guiding it into her own wet warmth.
The room was alive with the sound of their lovemaking—the slap of skin on skin, the wet, needy sounds of their pussies being filled to the brim. Jean's eyes fluttered closed as she felt herself being stretched, filled so completely by Dante's massive cock. Wanda watched, her own breath hitching at the sight of her two loves joined in such an intimate way.
Jean's eyes opened, meeting Wanda's gaze. The love she saw there was more potent than any magic. She wrapped her arms around Dante's neck, pulling him closer as he claimed her body with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Their love grew with every thrust, a symphony of passion that knew no end. They moved together in a dance of desire, each movement a declaration of their love and need. Dante's cock grew even harder, a testament to the intensity of their connection.
Wanda could feel her own orgasm approaching, a warmth that started in her core and spread through her like wildfire. She watched, her eyes never leaving the two of them, as Jean's pussy tightened around Dante's cock. She knew it was time.
With a guttural growl, Dante pulled out, his cock glistening with Jean's juices. He turned to Wanda, his eyes blazing with a hunger that could not be sated. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her swollen clit.
Wanda spread her legs wider, eager to take him in. He slammed into her, his cock stretching her to the brink of pain, filling her so completely that she gasped. Jean watched, her own pussy quivering with the echoes of her climax.
The three of them moved in a perfect harmony, a dance of love and lust that was both fierce and gentle. Dante's cock slid in and out of Wanda with a smoothness that belied its size, his thumb pressing against her clit with a rhythm that made her eyes roll back in her head.
Jean leaned in, her tongue tracing the curve of Wanda's breast. She took the nipple into her mouth, suckling gently, her hand reaching down to cup Wanda's ass. The chaos witch moaned, her hips bucking as the pleasure grew.
The night wore on, their lovemaking a timeless ritual that seemed to transcend the very fabric of reality. Dante's seed filled Wanda's pussy, his cum spilling out to coat her thighs. She moaned, her stomach bulging with the evidence of his satisfaction.
Yet, he did not stop. He took Jean again, her legs wrapped around his waist as he claimed her with a ferocity that was both tender and fierce. He filled her with his cum, his cock pulsing as he watched her belly swell with his release.
The hours passed like a fever dream, each orgasm a step closer to the morning sun. They moved through the manor, leaving a trail of discarded clothing and moans in their wake. On the chaise, by the fireplace, across the fur-covered floor, their love was an all-consuming force, a tempest that knew no bounds.
The three of them collapsed into a heap, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing. For a moment, it was as if the chaos had been vanquished, replaced by a tranquil harmony that seemed to defy the very fabric of their tumultuous world. Dante's cock, still standing tall, was a testament to his stamina and the depth of his love for these two extraordinary women.
Wanda, the motherly witch with her E-cup breasts and perky butt, stroked his cheek with a tenderness that belied her chaotic nature. "My love," she whispered, "you are truly a god among men."
Jean, the fiery phoenix with the slim yet voluptuous body, leaned in to kiss him, her F-cup breasts pressing against his chest. "You make me feel alive," she murmured, her eyes burning with passion.
Dante chuckled, his chest heaving with exhaustion. "And you two make me feel like I'm in heaven and hell at the same time."
The evening stretched into the early hours of the morning, and the trio continued to explore each other's bodies with a hunger that seemed insatiable. Wanda took charge, her hands exploring the contours of Jean's voluptuous figure as Dante watched, his cock twitching with every gasp and moan.
The witch's hands danced over Jean's skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She traced the curves of the phoenix's breasts, her thumbs circling the sensitive areolae before pinching the nipples gently. Jean arched her back, her eyes rolling back in her head as Wanda leaned down to kiss her neck, her teeth grazing the soft flesh.
Dante, ever eager to please, took one of Jean's breasts into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sensitive peak as he suckled greedily. He could feel Jean's passion growing with every touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Wanda's fingers found their way to her clit.
The night was a blur of hands, mouths, and bodies. They took turns, each one eager to give and receive pleasure. Dante's fingers delved into Wanda's pussy, his thumb brushing against her G-spot as Jean took his cock into her mouth once again. The witch's legs trembled as she climaxed, her juices coating his hand.
Wanda returned the favor, her mouth moving to Jean's clit, her tongue dancing in circles as the phoenix moaned in pleasure. Dante watched, his cock hardening as he took in the sight of the two women tangled together. He reached down to massage Jean's ass, his fingers slipping into the tightness of her as she bucked against Wanda's mouth.
As dawn approached, their love play grew more adventurous. Wanda suggested they try a new position, one that would allow Dante to be inside both of them at once. Jean's eyes lit up with excitement, and she eagerly complied, positioning herself on all fours. Wanda straddled Dante's face, her pussy hovering just above his mouth as he licked and sucked her clit.
With a growl of desire, Dante slid into Jean from behind, her tightness gripping him like a vise. The phoenix's moans grew louder as he fucked her with a primal intensity, his hips slapping against her firm buttocks. Wanda, her own passion building once more, began to ride his face, her pussy grinding against his tongue.
The room was a symphony of sensation—the sound of flesh against flesh, the scent of arousal, and the heat of their bodies melding together. Dante's hands roamed Wanda's body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass as he licked and sucked. Jean's own hands moved to her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples as she took Dante's length over and over again.
As the sun began to rise, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, the three lovers paused to catch their breath. Wanda leaned over to kiss Jean, their tongues dancing together as Dante watched, his cock still buried deep inside the phoenix.
Their love was a dance, a fiery ballet of need and desire that transcended the boundaries of time and space. They were a trio of gods, their union creating a storm of emotion that could shake the very foundations
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