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 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.

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.

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

.. 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.

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