Kael's 1969 Ford Mustang roared through Miami's neon veins, its V8 a war cry, the crew—Zara, Kael, Tina, Rico, Lila—crammed inside, fleeing the loft as Vito's men torched it, flames licking the sky. Kathryn's trap had failed, but Jack's drone footage and Miguel's betrayal had Vito's hit squad on their tail, three black SUVs in pursuit, guns flashing. Zara wasn't running—she was baiting them, and the Mustang's leather seats were about to host a 5P orgy to fuel their fight.
Zara rode shotgun, her leather jacket open, her E-cup tits bare, nipples hard, her skirt hiked, her pussy glistening, her snake tattoo glowing under streetlights. Her blonde hair whipped, her green eyes wild. Kael gripped the wheel, his tee ripped, his cock bulging in jeans, his green eyes locked on the road, his scars glinting. Tina straddled Rico in the back, her fishnet top gone, her tits bouncing, her pussy grinding his cock through his pants, her black hair a mess. Lila knelt between them, her latex skirt up, her pussy wet, her red hair braided, her fingers rubbing Tina's clit.
"Fuck 'em up," Zara purred, climbing into Kael's lap, her pussy rubbing his cock through his jeans, her tits in his face. She unzipped him, his cock springing free, thick and dripping, guiding it to her pussy, sliding down, her walls clenching, her clit throbbing. Kael groaned, swerving, his cock swelling, his balls slapping her ass, his foot on the gas, the Mustang hitting 90 mph.
Tina ripped Rico's pants, his cock massive, thrusting into her pussy, her walls tight, her moans shaking the car. Lila sucked Tina's tits, her fingers plunging into her own pussy, her clit pulsing, her juices dripping onto the seats. Zara rode Kael, her pussy squirting, soaking his jeans, her screams drowning the engine. Kael's thumb slid into her asshole, making her orgasm again, her juices flooding the dashboard.
Rico fucked Tina hard, his cock stretching her, her pussy squirting, soaking Lila's face. Lila climbed onto Tina's lap, kissing her, their tongues tangling, their pussies rubbing, their orgasms syncing, squirting onto Rico's cock. Kael's cock swelled, his balls tightening, the chase fueling his lust. "Cum in me," Zara demanded, her pussy milking him, her clit grinding his pelvis.
Kael roared, his cock erupting, hot cum flooding Zara's pussy, spilling out, dripping onto the seats. Rico pulled out, his cock spraying cum across Tina's tits, Lila's ass, the car a mess of juices and cum. They swerved into a junkyard, the SUVs crashing behind, Vito's men spilling out, guns drawn. Zara laughed, her pussy still wet, kissing Kael, Tina, Rico, Lila, her lips tasting of cum and victory.
They grabbed crowbars from the trunk, their bodies humming, and charged the hit squad, Zara's pussy tingling, her heart pounding. "Let's make 'em bleed," she said, leading her crew into the fray, the junkyard a battlefield, the Mustang their chariot of madness.