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.