Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 172: This looks really tight [End]

"Shut up," Rhea muttered, her face red, but a grin tugged at her lips, her ass clenching as Kael pushed in, the tight ring stretching around his cock, the lube making it smooth, her moan raw, her body rocking forward.

Freya’s low, throaty chuckle vibrated against Kael’s back as she slithered closer, her full, heavy breasts pressing into him, their soft warmth molding to his skin.

Her hardened nipples grazed his spine, sending shivers racing through him, a teasing promise of more.

Her breath was hot against his ear, her voice a sultry purr.

"This looks really tight, Kael," she murmured, her words dripping with mischief.

One hand roamed his chest, her nails scraping lightly over the taut ridges of his abs, circling his nipples with maddening slowness.

Her other hand drifted lower, fingers curling around his balls, massaging them with a gentle, electric touch that made his breath hitch, his body tensing with raw need.

Kael’s hazel eyes fluttered, half-lidded with lust, his cock buried deep in Rhea’s ass.

The sensation was overwhelming—her tight, velvety walls gripped him like a vice, warm and pulsing, every shallow thrust igniting sparks of pleasure that coiled low in his gut.

It was unlike anything else, primal and forbidden, a delicious contrast to the slick heat of vaginal sex.

Each movement sent a tremor through them both, their bodies locked in a rhythm that felt both sacred and profane.

Rhea’s moans were raw, animalistic, her hips rocking back to meet him, desperate for more.

The fullness in her ass was a deep, burning ache, radiating from her core and setting every nerve alight.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily, slick with arousal, her thighs trembling as waves of pleasure built inside her.

Her amber eyes were glazed, lost in a haze of bliss, her crimson hair clinging to her sweat-dampened neck as she surrendered to the intensity of it all.

The act was intimate, raw, a dance of trust and taboo.

Freya’s presence amplified it, her hands and breasts a constant tease against Kael’s back, her fingers working his balls with expert precision, driving him to the edge.

His thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, Rhea’s ass stretching to take him, her gasps sharpening into desperate whimpers.

She dropped to her hands on the cool tiles, her body rocking in doggy style, her perky breasts swaying with each thrust, her hair a wild cascade of crimson.

Freya’s lips brushed Kael’s ear, her voice a husky whisper.

"Give it to her, Kael. Make that slut feel it." Her words were a spark to kindling, and he unleashed himself, his hips snapping forward with relentless force, each thrust a claim, a connection, a surrender.

Rhea’s moans escalated into a keening cry, her body trembling as the pressure built to a breaking point.

Her asshole spasmed around him, a tight, rhythmic pulse that dragged him closer to oblivion.

Her pussy gushed, slick and hot, her climax crashing through her like a tidal wave.

She screamed, the sound echoing off the tiles, her body collapsing forward, her breaths ragged, her amber eyes wide with the shattering intensity of her anal orgasm.

Kael’s own release was a wildfire, unstoppable.

His cock throbbed, pulsing with heat as thick, white cum flooded Rhea’s ass, the sensation overwhelming, a molten rush that consumed him.

His groan was deep, guttural, his body shaking as he rode the crest of pleasure.

Slowly, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their shared release, Rhea’s pink hole winking shut, slick and spent, a creamy bead of cum slipping down her thigh.

The sight was raw, erotic their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of ecstasy.

Freya, watching, handed Kael the anal bead panties, her blue eyes glinting.

"Put them in," she said, her voice sultry, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks.

Kael nodded, tying the string around Freya’s waist, the black fabric snug against her hips, the beads dangling.

He knelt, spreading her ass cheeks, her tight asshole glistening, and licked it, his tongue warm and teasing, drawing a gasp from her, her blue eyes wide.

Then once her asshole unfurled enough, he popped the beads in one by one, each one stretching her, her moans soft but sharp, the beads filling her, pressing against her walls, a weird, pulsing pleasure radiating through her.

The final bead settled, the panties looking deceptively normal but ten times sexier, the beads a hidden thrill inside her.

Freya felt full, each step shifting the beads, rubbing her insides, a constant, low-grade arousal tingling through her, her pussy wet, her thighs trembling, the sensation both strange and addictive, her ass clenching instinctively, her blue eyes dazed with pleasure.

"Let’s take a shower, now."

They piled into the shower together, the hot water cascading over their sweat-slicked bodies, steam curling around them, the anal bead panties wetting but staying in place, Freya’s ass clenching to keep them secure.

Kael soaped Freya’s full breasts again, his hands kneading their soft weight, his thumbs teasing her nipples, drawing soft moans, her blue eyes half-lidded.

Rhea, playful, slapped Kael’s ass, her amber eyes glinting, her crimson hair plastered to her shoulders.

"Spread those cheeks, Kael," she teased, her fingers grazing his ass, soaping him, her touch lingering, making him chuckle, his cock twitching.

Freya joined in, her hands spreading Rhea’s ass cheeks, water rinsing the last of Kael’s cum from her hole, her ruby plug now on the floor, her amber eyes fluttering at the sensation, their banter light but charged, their touches teasing, the shower a playful, erotic dance, their bodies pressed close, the steam thick with their shared heat.

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Ten Minutes Earlier

"Hey, sis!" Tila said, her voice sharp, her black hair messy as she sat on her bed, the power-suppressing collar glinting, the pasta plates empty beside her, the faint scent of tomatoes lingering in their locked room.

"Yes?" Lila asked, her glasses slipping, her loose gown pooling, her black curly hair framing her face, her own collar a quiet hum.

"Do you hear what I hear?" Tila asked, her sharp features narrowing, her eyes glinting with suspicion.

"What is it?" Lila said, tilting her head, her ears straining. "I can’t hear anything."

"It’s coming from the bathroom," Tila said, springing up, her bare feet padding to the door. She cracked it open, Lila following, her gown swishing.

Faint moans drifted through the bathroom walls, soft but unmistakable.

Tila’s eyes widened, her voice a hiss. "See? I told you this is a fucking sex dungeon!"

Lila flushed, but her voice stayed calm, "Hey, don’t jump to climaxes. Those are probably just... hungry pigeons."freewebnσvel.cøm