Selfie Museum is Hot Spot for Sorority Sluts - Part 2

Sweat coated skin. Four bodies tangled in the frat house basement, air thick with lust and danger. Eden Ivy sprawled on the torn leather couch, legs splayed wide. She had Rika Fane bent forward, face down, ass up. Two fingers worked the pledge’s tight hole, stretching her open. Rika whimpered but pushed back for more. Dan and Dean circled like wolves. Cocks already hard. Already waiting. Eden didn’t ask. She spat on Rika’s hole and shoved her thumb inside. Knuckle-deep. "Relax," she hissed, voice low and sharp. "You want to belong, you take what we give." Rika’s breath hitched. Dan gripped her hips and pressed the thick head of his cock against her stretched rim. He pushed slow. Inch by inch until his balls slapped her soaked cunt. She cried out—half pain, half filthy need—and Eden caught her chin, forced her to look up. "Eyes on me." Dean moved behind Eden. Bent her over Rika’s back. Fucked into her without warning, brutal and deep. The sound of skin on skin filled the room—wet, obscene. Each thrust rocked Rika forward onto Dan’s cock, driving him deeper into her ass. Dan’s rhythm broke. He buried himself to the root and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum into Rika’s ruined hole. It spilled out around his shaft, creamy and hot, sliding down her thighs. Eden reached between them, scooped it up with two fingers and fed it to the pledge—made her suck them clean. Dean didn’t stop. He drove into Eden harder, chasing his own finish while the other two watched, bodies still shaking.