As you step into the dimly lit, smoke-filled room, your heart races with anticipation. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, testosterone, and desire. You can feel their eyes on you, assessing, judging. But you don't care. You're here for one thing, and they know it too.
The men start to close in on you like a pack of wolves, their muscle-bound arms snaking around your body. Their rough hands explore every inch of your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. Your breath hitches as one of them leans down to whisper in your ear: "This is going to hurt."
They strip you of all your clothing, leaving you completely vulnerable and exposed. You can feel their eyes devouring every inch of your naked flesh, their gaze lingering on the most sensitive parts - those places that make your knees weak with desire.
One by one, they move in for the kill. Their hands explore, tease, and then dive right in. Fingers probe deep inside you, stroking over nerve-endings that leave you gasping for breath. They know exactly how to pleasure you, pushing all the right buttons until your entire body is trembling with need.
But it's not just their fingers that want a taste of you. Now they're moving up, circling around your hardened nipples before taking them into their mouths. Teeth gently scrape over sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. Their tongues lick and tease until you're writhing beneath their touch.
Your eyes flutter shut as one of the men positions himself between your legs. He pushes his erect cock against your wet folds, sliding slowly inside before pulling back out with a pop. His rhythm is slow and deliberate, building tension until you can't take it anymore. With a growl, he thrusts deep, hitting that spot just right, making you scream out in pleasure.
As you come down from the high of your orgasm, another man takes his turn, burying himself balls-deep inside you. He pumps harder and faster than the first, driving you wild with passion. Your body responds to each thrust, each gasp for air, every slap of skin against skin.
You can't keep up with them anymore; they're too much, too powerful, too demanding. And yet, you want more. You crave the feel of their hands on your skin, their cocks inside you, their tongues licking at your most intimate places.
So when another man steps forward and offers his dick for your mouth, you don't hesitate. Your lips wrap around him, feeling every vein, every inch as he pushes deeper into your throat. You gag slightly, but it only adds to the pleasure, the humiliation of being used by so many men at once.
One by one, they take turns fucking you in every hole until there's no room left for another man. They slap their flesh against yours, marking you as their property, taking what they want without remorse or concern for your feelings.
Finally, after hours of intense pleasure and unrelenting pain, they reach the end. One final thrust from each of them sends you over the edge once more. Your body convulses with release, every nerve ending exploding with ecstasy.
As the last man pulls out, leaving you gasping for breath and panting with desire, he whispers in your ear: "Welcome to the Mafia."