Round 9

In the penthouse suite, the air was heavy with the scent of lust and desperation. Jeane, still seated on the floor, pulled out of Silra's body with a wet sound, her crimson eyes gleaming with hunger as she watched Halie intently. "I need more," she growled, her gaze darting between Halie and Silra. She gripped Silra's hair, yanking her head back roughly, her other hand sliding down to her own dripping cunt. Two fingers plunged inside, a testament to Jeane's unrelenting desire.

As the scene unfolded, Abby stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock, while Hera clung to her side, her face pale with horror. Silra, sprawled on the floor, seemed lost in a haze of desire, her cunt still twitching from Jeane's relentless pounding. Halie, however, was resolute, her hands wrapped tightly around Silra as she struggled to maintain some semblance of control.

Jeane's eyes locked onto Halie, a spark of challenge igniting within them. "On your knees," she commanded, her voice low and husky. The room held its breath, the only sound the soft rustling of Jeane's dark leathery wings as she shifted her weight. Silra, sensing an opportunity, pulled out from under Halie's hands, her cunt still slick with semen. "Fuck, I think I need a breather," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light.