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SERAPHINA. 

It was an eight-inch dildo. My eyes went wide in pure shock, my breath freezing in my throat.

"What the hell is this?" I growled, my voice shakin.

"Custom made," Julian murmured, his voice low. 

"Since you were wondering how long our cocks were, we decided to make one just for you."

"I did no such thing!" I hissed, my face exploding into a hot, violent blush.

Before I could argue or throw the box back at them, the three brothers turned on their heels and walked away. They left me standing in the dim hallway, staring down at the sleek, gleaming shaft. 

I swallowed hard, my mouth completely dry. I was supposed to be yelling at their disrespect, but damn, eight inches? That was absolutely massive.

As I stared at it, a wicked, forbidden picture flashed vividly in my mind. I imagined all three of them in front of me, their thick, heavy cocks entirely bare and pressing directly into my face.

No! Stop it, Seraphina! I screamed at myself, forcing the thought away.

I rushed out of the VIP area and scrambled back into the luxury car.

But the moment the heavy doors closed, a loud, crazy sound filled the vehicle.

It was the explicit audio of a woman moaning and screaming in raw, hysterical sexual pleasure, her high-pitched gasps echoing from the car's premium speakers. 

The three brothers acted completely normal, as if I were the only one hearing the dirty sounds.

The psychological torture was so intense that I began to question my own sanity. 

I pinched myself hard several times, but the heavy, dripping moans kept playing. Julian was casually tapping on his phone. Adrian sat with his eyes shut, resting his large frame against the leather, and Sebastian typed away silently on his MacBook.

They were doing this completely on purpose.

The volume of the moaning kept increasing, and with every dirty sound, my tight cunt kept pulsating in response. 

My eyes kept darting helplessly toward the front of their trousers.

Finally, the car pulled up and stopped in front of my home. 

Honestly, I was not glad to be back. A deep, bitter frustration washed over me. Why didn't they touch me? Why didn't they say anything after driving me crazy?

No. Stop. Seraphina, be corporate!

I repeated the words like a prayer, even when I knew every single part of my starved body wanted them to throw me down and fuck me right in the back of that car. Now, I was desperately curious about how long their cocks really were. I wanted to see them so badly.

I sighed, stepping out of the car and walking inside the quiet house. I found Victor sitting in the dining room, surrounded by his legal files. He raised his sharp head, his cold eyes instantly scanning my wild, messy hair, my deeply flushed face, and the rumpled, damp state of my clothes.

A mocking smirk spread across his sharp features, his voice dripping with pure disgust.

"Well, look at you," Victor mocked cruelly. "Enjoying your life, aren't you? Your hair is an absolute mess, and you look completely used. I guess three billionaire men really do keep a woman busy. Go on, run upstairs. I don't want to smell their filth on you."

The sheer audacity of his words sliced through my mind, but I was entirely too tired and horny to even speak through my deep frustration. 

Without giving him a single glance, I turned on my heel and ran up the grand staircase.

I burst into the guest bathroom, slammed the heavy wooden door shut, and slid the lock into place with a frantic click.

I didn't even turn on the lights. The dim moonlight streaming through the frosted window was the only illumination as I tore my clothes off in a total frenzy. My blouse, my skirt, and my heavily soaked, ruined panties were ripped from my body and thrown carelessly onto the tiled floor. 

I collapsed onto the cold ground, my bare skin shivering against the porcelain, but the cold did absolutely nothing to soothe the burning inferno inside my core.

My hands shook wildly as I tore open the sleek black velvet box. I pulled the thick, heavy black dildo out into the moonlight. Damn, it was massive.

"Please," I whimpered into the empty room, tears of pure, desperate lust streaming down my flushed cheeks. "Please, just let it end."

I didn't need any lubricant. My core was completely overflowing. I spread my legs wide on the cold floor, raised my hips, and pressed the blunt, thick head of the black silicone toy right against my dripping wet pussy.

The moment the smooth head touched my swollen, hypersensitive clit, a full-body shudder racked my entire frame. 

A high-pitched gasp escaped my lips. I didn't hesitate. I gripped the base of the toy and drove it straight inside my aching, starved core.

"Ah!"

The thick shaft repeatedly stretched me completely open, filling the hollow space that had been empty for two long years. 

The feeling of being stretched so wide was so intense that my vision instantly went totally black. 

*This is how they would feel inside of me,* I thought wildly.

"Fuck yes... I love it. Fuck me like that," I began to moan shamelessly into the dark room, my eyes shut tight.

I began to move the toy in a frantic, heavy rhythm, mimicking the deep, thrusting bass from the nightclub car. In and out. Harder and faster. 

The loud, squelching sound of my own excessive wetness filled the quiet bathroom. 

My heart was racing, my body anticipating more depth as I rammed the thick shaft deeper and deeper inside myself.

Every time I thrust the thick dildo deep inside me, my mind completely fractured. I didn't see the bathroom wall; instead, I visualized them. 

I visualized Adrian’s massive hands gripping my waist, pinning my hips to the floor. I visualized Julian whispering dirty words into my ear. 

I visualized Sebastian’s deadpan, serious face looking down at me as he coldly drove his own thick manhood deep into my soaking pussy.

My clit was pulsating like an erratic drum now. I was flying toward the edge, my breath coming in ragged. 

To keep Victor from hearing my complete submission downstairs, I grabbed a plush towel from the rack, shoving the thick fabric into my mouth.

I bit down hard on the towel, screaming a muffled cry into the cloth as I drove the black dildo all the way to its base, bottoming out heavily against my cervix.

Then, the dam completely broke.

An explosive and incredibly messy release slammed into my body like a tidal wave. 

My tight pussy clamped down on the thick silicone toy in violent, rhythmic spasms, contracting so hard it hurt. 

My entire body arched completely off the floor, my toes curling, my mind spinning into pure pleasure.

"Hmmm, yesss..."

I pulled the toy out slightly, flipping the smooth tip of the dildo against my throbbing clit, moving it slowly back and forth as I leaned my back into the cold wall. But I hadn't had enough. 

The hunger was still burning. I pushed the thick shaft back into my wet cunt, wanting to prolong the delicious torture.

I began to thrust into myself again, visualizing that they were taking turns on my helpless body.

Now, it was Adrian. In my head, his dark eyes held mine with a feral intensity as he slammed into my core crazily, driving me into the floorboards. I imitated the rough rhythm with my hand, slamming the dildo into myself without a single pause.

It was so good, the thick fluids splashing against my thighs as I kept biting down on the towel to prevent Victor from hearing me.

"Yes... Yes... Adrian, yes! Please don't stop!" I shamelessly moaned his name into the cloth, my heart racing and my skin developing goosebumps as I rode the toy toward another massive wave of unfulfilled lust. 

Damn, I wanted them so bad. So, so bad.