"Please don't stop, Asha," Levi breathed in a low, erotic whisper as he thrust his hips forward and back, pushing deeper into her throat.
"Yeah, throw that shit back, ma," Deonte murmured, his lustful gaze locked onto her, relishing every moment she took him in her folds from the back.
After dancing with Asha to a couple of songs each and delivering heartfelt well-wishes to Tate and Kyrah in front of the guests, the trio made their way to Deonte's penthouse for the night.
Tonight was destined to be unforgettable that's fasho.
In the room, Deonte took the lead, lifting Asha and laying her flat on the bed to strip her naked, eager to feast on her first. Her melanin rich skin and curvy feminine essense was much more beautiful that his mind could imagine, his mouth watered. Levi felt that he was in the pressense of a goddess.
It had been seven months since Asha allowed a man between her legs, and how she was surrendering to two, shedding her badge of celibacy with pride.
The room buzzed with lust, desire, and competition, creating a heady mix of passion in their steamy threesome tonight.
Levi stripped naked, his focus was on stimulating Asha's upper half by sucking on her breasts, gripping her neck as he kissed her deeply, then penetrating her throat with his stiff erection.
All of Asha's senses lit up like fireworks like the fourth of July. An awakening surged within her inner core that she couldn't explain with words.
Her motivation and craving collided together, driving her to give both Levi and Deonte equal attention, transforming into the most liberated and confident version of herself.
Nothing was off-limits for Asha. Deonte and Levi cast aside their egos and stigmas about sharing one woman, turning their encounter into an unspoken competition to pleasure her in every possible position.
By the third round, multitasking had become second nature to her in his passionate exchange.
They were covered in their own bodily fluids, in lust, and satisfaction. Asha loved the taste of them both as she greedily took them in, and she reveled in the way they pounded her relentlessly, from behind and beneath, as she rode them in turn. Slowly thrusting away every insecurity she had believed about herself into obsolescence.
