Ravens new joy

In the shadowy corner of an alley, Raven sat with her legs folded, knees to chin. She was dressed in her usual black outfit, but her eyes held a different light today. Her thoughts swirled in a tornado of confusion and curiosity. The city's neon lights reflected off the damp pavement, casting a glow on her face that was anything but comforting. She was miles away from the safety of Titans Tower, the one place she could always retreat to.

The small, white packet in her hand seemed to pulse with a dark allure. It was a gift from a dubious new 'friend' she had met earlier in the night, promising her a high like no other. Her mind whispered warnings, but the siren call of the unknown was too strong. She had always been curious about the world beyond her cloistered life as a superhero, about the experiences that lay just beyond the edge of her understanding. The packet was labeled with a simple word: "heavens gate". She had heard whispers of it, a new street **** that was all the rage among the underground.

With trembling fingers, she opened the packet and took out a small, gleaming white line. The powder was pure and unblemished, calling to her with the promise of a new kind of power. Raven leaned over and took a deep, shaky breath. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the all fine dust till it was gone, feeling it burn a path straight to her brain. Her eyes watered and she felt a sudden jolt of energy, her senses heightening to an alarming degree. The alley around her sharpened into focus, the sounds of the city becoming a cacophony of symphonic chaos.

Her body began to react in ways she had never experienced before. The fabric of her costume grew itchy and restrictive, and she felt a strange sensation building deep within her core. She shifted uncomfortably, her thoughts racing faster than the heart that thundered in her chest. As the **** took hold, she became acutely aware of every sensation, every whisper of the wind, every beat of her own pulse. The cobblestone walls of the alley seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the city's heartbeat, and she found herself lost in the throbbing rhythm.

She would rocket home to her room seeing her only fans account was still open, she would hit live and share her experience, she'd see 7 bricks of cocaine labeled 'heavens gate' where next to her bed, she'd be surprised but happy, she smiled as she took a large snort, her pussy instantly Squirtling like a intense fire hose, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned deeply. The feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before, her body was alive with a new kind of pleasure, a kind of pleasure she hadn't known was possible.

Her hands shakily made their way down to her waist, where she undid her belt and let her pants fall to her ankles. She sat there, in the middle of her room, in nothing but her black lace lingerie, her legs spread wide open, inviting the camera's gaze. The cool air hit her wetness, making her shiver with excitement. She looked down at herself, watching the fluid dribble down her thighs, and she felt a sudden urge to touch herself, to explore this newfound sensation, she'd snort more while masturbating degrading herself.

"Welcome to my heaven, perverts," she murmured into the microphone, her voice thick with the nasal twang of arousal. Her eyes fluttered shut as she rubbed her clit with her thumb, the other hand reaching for the line of cocaine. She took another deep inhale, feeling the ****'s warm embrace spread through her body. The sensation grew more intense, and she found herself squirting again, the **** of it sending her chair skidding backward across the floor. She giggled, a sound foreign to her usually stoic demeanor.

Her eyes snapped open, and she grabbed the nearest pillow, shoving it under her ass to prop herself up. The camera angle changed, giving her viewers a full view of her glistening folds. Her hand hovered over the next line, but instead of bringing it to her nose, she had a wicked idea. She leaned over and gently traced the coke along her anus, her eyes widening in surprise as the coldness of it sent a shiver down her spine.

Without a second thought, she pushed the pillow aside and leaned back onto her elbows. The tip of her finger played with her tight hole, teasing it open before she slid the digit inside, coating herself with the ****. A guttural moan escaped her throat, the sensation unlike anything she had ever felt. It was as if her body had been waiting for this all along, craving this illicit pleasure.

The camera caught the glint in her eye as she reached for a large, black thermos that lay discarded on the bed. The object was a stark contrast to her otherwise pristine room, a silent testament to the hidden desires she had long kept buried. The cold, hard metal sent shivers through her body as she lubricated it with her own juices, the anticipation building like a crescendo.

Her breath hitched as she positioned the thermos at her entrance, the chilly air causing her to gasp. She took another hit of the "heavens gate," feeling the coke-induced rush surge through her veins and straight to her clit. With a trembling hand, she guided the thermos, feeling the coldness of the metal against her hot, wet flesh. The first inch slid in easily, the cocaine made her Squirt again acting as a natural lubricant, and she couldn't help but arch her back and moan into the camera.

The sound of her own moans filled the room, echoing off the walls and fueling her desire even more. She pushed further, her ass stretching to accommodate the thick object. The pressure was immense, but the pleasure it brought was even greater. She felt her body start to shake uncontrollably as she took it deeper, the coldness of the metal sending waves of exhilaration through her. Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

She'd see a donation of $4,000 dollars from starfire to **** herself more and more, she felt a thrill at the thought of her bestfriend watching her in this state. She took a deep breath and pushed the thermos deeper into her ass, the pressure building like a dam ready to burst. The sound of her flesh stretching was obscene, and yet she reveled in it. Her hand moved in a blur as she snorted another line of 'heavens gate', her nose burning with every inhale. The camera zoomed in on the base of the thermos, disappearing into her grey, cocain-slicked hole. Her pussy squirted like a fountain with every thrust, painting the floor with her arousal.

The room spun around her as she reached climax, her body writhing in a symphony of pleasure and pain. Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. The thermos was still lodged deep within her, and she could feel the coldness of it through the haze of euphoria. She collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with aftershocks.