He obeyed my every word—tongue buried in my pussy, face soaked with my slick, cock pulsing untouched as I used him until I shattered. And then I gave the order. He fucked me slow, deep, desperate. Until he broke. Until I came, clenched around him, and let him spill inside me with a groan that sounded like surrender. But Greed doesn’t beg. It serves. And tonight, I reminded him exactly who he belonged to.

Three men. Two cocks inside me. One in my mouth. I was stretched wide, dripping, devoured from every angle. They moved in rhythm—hips grinding, tongues claiming, hands anchoring. I moaned around the thick length filling my throat, every nerve lit up as I was fucked, fed, worshipped. This wasn’t about restraint. This was about surrender. And my body begged for more.

He didn’t ask. He didn’t wait. He pushed me forward, ripped my thong to the side, and dropped to his knees like he was starving. His tongue dragged up through my folds with a growl that made my whole body jolt. There was no tease. Just pure, filthy hunger. When he entered me, it wasn’t slow—it was a claiming. A fuck meant to be heard, seen, felt.

The office buzz faded. All I could think about was him. When I whispered for him to meet me in the storeroom, he didn’t hesitate. Moments later, I was pinned against shelves, his cock buried deep, his hand clamped around my waist. Our moans tangled with the scent of toner, sweat, and sex. No words. Just hard, desperate fucking—and the taste of myself on his lips when he kissed me after.

The gym was nearly empty when I finally made my move. In the locker room, his hands were on me—rough, hungry, relentless. He bent me over the lockers and fucked me hard, my moans echoing off the tiles. Sweat, cum, and the threat of being caught made it hotter. He finished all over my back, and I left dripping—throbbing, used, and grinning.

He pressed me up against the brick wall and fucked me like we had no time—hard, fast, filthy. The alley was narrow, the air thick with lust. And when strangers stopped to watch, I only got wetter. His cock slammed into me, each thrust matched by moans not just from me—but from them too. By the time he finished on my thigh, we were all breathless.