I’m on my knees, hole hungry, as Adam circles me like he owns every inch of this tight, trembling body. His gaze strips me bare, a silent command that makes my uncut cock twitch and leak. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. The first dildo slides in slow, stretching me wide around its modest girth, and I moan like the desperate slut I am. He works it deep, twisting, finding that spot that makes my vision blur. Then he pulls out, leaving me panting, before the next one breaches me thicker, meaner, splitting me open. My prostate is a swollen target, and he hammers it relentlessly, each thrust a lesson in surrender. My cock slaps against my belly, slick and untouched, as he forces a third monster inside, stretching my rim past its limits. I’m nothing but a vessel for his will, my load building like a storm until I erupt ropes of cum. He owns my orgasm, my body, my soul