Kael's private gym, a gritty South Beach bunker of steel and sweat, was their last stand before Kathryn's dawn deadline. Jack and Miguel, licking their wounds, had rallied Vito's hit squad—ten armed thugs, bats and guns, ready to end Zara, Kael, Tina, Rico, and Lila. But the crew wasn't hiding; they were baiting, turning the gym into a 5P battlefield, their lust and rage a weapon to crush their enemies and send Kathryn a message: We don't break.
Zara stood by the weight rack, her sports bra ripped, her E-cup tits bare, nipples hard, her leggings torn, her pussy glistening, her snake tattoo glowing under fluorescents. Her blonde hair was tied back, her green eyes feral. Kael lifted a barbell, shirtless, his shorts low, his cock bulging, his green eyes locked on the door, his scars glinting. Tina shadowboxed, her crop top gone, her tits bouncing, her shorts unbuttoned, her pussy wet. Rico cleaned a dumbbell, his tank top gone, his cock bulging, his brown eyes steady. Lila hacked a security feed, her mesh dress up, her pussy exposed, her red hair braided, her blue eyes sharp.
The doors burst open, Vito's men charging, but Zara laughed, ripping her bra off, her tits bouncing, her pussy bare, her clit swollen, her asshole winking. "Fuck 'em up," she shouted, climbing onto a bench, spreading her pussy, her juices dripping. Kael dropped the barbell, his shorts gone, his cock springing free, thrusting into Zara's pussy, her walls clenching, her screams shaking the gym.
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. Jack and Miguel led the charge, their faces twisted, their cocks hard but useless, their men faltering as the 5P orgy consumed the room.
Zara's pussy squirted, soaking Kael's cock, her orgasm relentless, her moans drowning the shouts. 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 bench. Rico fucked Lila's mouth, his cock massive, his balls tightening, the thugs frozen, their guns lowering, their eyes wide.
Kael kicked Jack, his cock still hard, his fist breaking Miguel's nose, blood spraying. Rico slammed a thug into a mirror, 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 Jack and Miguel, their faces bruised, their spirits broken.
Kael and Rico roared, their cocks erupting, hot cum spraying across Jack and Miguel's faces, Zara's tits, Tina's ass, Lila's lips, pulse after pulse, coating them all. The thugs fled, Jack and Miguel collapsing, their dignity gone, as the women licked each other clean, their tongues savoring the cum, their moans a final insult. Zara's phone buzzed—Kathryn: I'm home. You're dead.
Zara grinned, her pussy still wet, leading her crew out, the gym a wreck, their victory a warning, Kathryn's estate the final battlefield, dawn breaking, their fire unquenched.