Miguel's underground rave, hidden in an abandoned warehouse, was a neon-lit orgy of bass, drugs, and flesh, the perfect stage for Zara, Kael, Tina, Rico, and Lila to strike back. After the junkyard bloodbath, Vito's men were down, but Miguel's allies—lowlife dealers tied to Kathryn—were here, plotting revenge. Zara wasn't just crashing the party; she was hijacking it, turning the dancefloor into a 5P spectacle to shame Miguel's crew and bait Kathryn's next move.
Zara danced at the center, her glow-in-the-dark bodysuit painted on, her E-cup tits bouncing, nipples hard, her pussy outlined, her snake tattoo pulsing under blacklights. Her blonde hair glowed, her green eyes feral. Kael moved with her, shirtless, his jeans low, his cock bulging, his green eyes scanning the crowd, his scars glinting. Tina grinded nearby, her neon bikini top untied, her tits bare, her thong soaked, her black hair wild. Rico and Lila circled, Rico's tank top gone, his cock bulging, Lila's mesh dress ripped, her pussy wet, her red hair a beacon.
The DJ dropped a bass bomb, and Zara ripped her bodysuit, her tits bouncing, her pussy bare, her clit swollen, her asshole winking. "Fuck this place," she shouted, climbing onto a platform, spreading her pussy, her juices dripping onto the crowd, who cheered, phones out, streaming live. Kael joined, his jeans gone, his cock springing free, thick and dripping, thrusting into Zara's pussy, her walls clenching, her screams shaking the warehouse.
Tina straddled Rico's face, her pussy smothering him, his tongue working her clit, her pussy squirting, soaking his chest. Lila sucked Rico's cock, her lips stretching, her fingers fucking her own pussy, her clit throbbing. The crowd roared, Miguel's allies—three greasy dealers—pushing through, their faces red, their cocks hard but useless, their rage no match for the crew's dominance.
Zara's pussy squirted, soaking Kael's cock, her orgasm relentless, her moans drowning the music. Kael pulled out, grabbing Tina, thrusting into her pussy, her walls tight, her screams echoing. Lila climbed onto Zara's face, her pussy dripping, Zara's tongue sucking her clit, darting to her asshole, making Lila squirt, soaking the platform. Rico fucked Lila's mouth, his cock massive, his balls tightening, the crowd chanting, phones streaming, X exploding with #SinfulSparks.
Miguel's allies lunged, knives flashing, but Kael kicked one, his cock still hard, his fist breaking another's jaw. Rico slammed the third into a speaker, his cock dripping, his rage a storm. Zara laughed, her pussy throbbing, kissing Tina, Lila, Kael, Rico, her lips tasting of cum and blood. "Cum on them," she demanded, pointing at the dealers, their faces bruised, their spirits broken.
Kael and Rico roared, their cocks erupting, hot cum spraying across the dealers' faces, Zara's tits, Tina's ass, Lila's lips, pulse after pulse, coating them all. The crowd cheered, the dealers collapsing, their dignity gone, as the women licked each other clean, their tongues savoring the cum, their moans a final insult. Zara grabbed a mic, her pussy still wet, shouting, "Kathryn, you're next!"
Her phone buzzed—a text from Kathryn: You're dead. Zara grinned, leading her crew out, the warehouse a wreck, the rave their victory, Vito's shadow looming, but their fire unquenched.