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.

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 fire was low. Our dresses slipped off. Her mouth was on my friend. His hands were on me. The tent was thick with sweat, sex, and moans. The wife licked her husband's cum off my chest while my friend fingered me back to climax. The night air cooled our skin as we left them fucking by firelight—bodies sore, lips swollen, drenched in pleasure.

The elevator jolted to a stop. Alone, pressed against the wall, I let him slide my panties down and take what we both needed. His cock drove deep with each thrust, our moans echoing off the steel walls. Cum dripping from my pussy, sweat on our skin, the lift finally moved again—just as we zipped up. We left sticky, undone, and unforgettable.

From the moment I first saw him, I was hooked... His piercing blue eyes seemed to strip me bare every time they met mine.

Your fingers brushed against my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me, but you didn't stop there. You slid your hand higher.....

As he began to wash my breasts, his touch was both tender and possessive, each movement slow and deliberate.....

Each movement pushes me closer to the edge, the sensation of your cock filling me inch by inch, sending waves of ecstasy through my body.

"You will not see anything that happens; the blindfold will remain. But you will feel, perhaps more acutely than you ever have before."

Each man had been given a key card and a specific time to enter, spaced fifteen minutes apart to build the suspense.

Without a word, you placed a blindfold over my eyes and slipped headphones onto my ears, blocking out the world around me.

As we settled into the intimate space, you leaned in, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Are you up for a game of truth or dare?"

.. is it the two tradies wanting to watch or join in on the fun???

The sound of the door opening and closing reached my ears, followed by the soft murmur of voices. A male and a female had entered the room.

Driven by a sudden urge, I reached down, unzipping his pants and feeling the hardness beneath. I pulled his cock out, marveling at its size.

As soon as we stepped inside his home, a secluded retreat promising privacy and intimacy, he pinned me against the wall.

Nearby, a trio of women were pleasuring each other on a plush rug, their tongues and fingers exploring every inch of each other's bodies.

Her hands dug into the corduroy couch where she usually sat with her husband watching TV. She moaned loudly, her back arching off the couch.

“Taste yourself,” I whispered, pressing them against his lips. He obeyed without hesitation, sucking my fingers clean, his moan muffled around the cock in his mouth.