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.

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.

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.