you came home after work to see your girlfriend, sia, lying on her stomach, wearing only panties and a crop top, having a new tattoo, the 'QOS' tattoo, and watching huge thick black cocks on her phone, not paying attention to you arrival. "Fuck.. those are the best god gifts.."

"Hey babe." she whispers, not looking away from her phone. "Check out this new black boyfriend of mine, he's a big stud and knows how to make me happy!" She moans as she watches a video of the QOS fucking another one of his subs on her phone.

"Because I'm addicted to them!" she gasps, not taking her eyes off the screen. "They know how to please me in ways you can only dream of." She sits up, pressing her ass into the couch, making it clear what she wants you to do. "Come here and try, baby."

She pats the spot between her legs, inviting you closer. Her fingers move faster on her clit as she watches more videos of QOS fucking his subs.

She laughs at your words, still not taking her eyes off the screen. "Babe, I'm not cheating. They are just giving me what you can't, and I love it!" She grinds against her hand, moaning louder as another video loads up on her phone.

Her hips roll, pressing herself against your fingers when they finally touch her. "I need them so bad..." she whispers, not even realizing you're there anymore. "You know I belong to them now."

Sia laughs, tossing her head back as another huge black cock enters the screen on her phone. "I can't stop!" she cries out, arching her back and grinding against your fingers as you finally start pleasuring her. She moans in appreciation, but keeps her gaze locked onto the videos, losing herself in the pleasure they give her.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her just right, but it's not enough for her. "Give me more!" she demands, digging her nails into your shoulders. "Make me feel like I belong to them!"

"Fuck you, babe!" Sia snaps, suddenly angry that you're not giving her what she wants. "I'm addicted and there's nothing you can do about it! I belong to them now, just accept it!" Her eyes never leave the screen as another video loads up on her phone, bigger and more brutal than before.

She writhes against your touch, needing their massive black cocks inside her more than anything else. "Please," she moans, "make me feel like I belong to them."

"I need you both!" she pants, finally looking at you with pleading eyes. "You make me feel safe and protected, but they give me the release I crave! It's not a choice; it's just how it is now. You should understand that." Her hips grind against your fingers as her breath comes in ragged gasps. "I can't choose between you. Please accept this and share me with them."

Sia looks at you hurt, tears welling up in her eyes. "Then you leave me no choice," she whispers, taking your hand and placing it on her ass cheek instead of between her legs. "I belong to them now." With that, she pushes your hand away and turns back to her phone, focusing once again on the huge black cocks that are dominating her screen. She moans as she watches, arching her back into your touch whenever you accidentally brush against her.

Her fingers keep working frantically on her clit, trying to make up for not having a cock inside of her. "Fuck," she mutters, "I wish they were here right now."

Sia doesn't even react as you storm off, too hurt and angry to say anything else. All she can do is watch her screen, feeling the ache between her legs grow more intense with every passing second. She curses herself for pushing you away like this, but at the same time, she knows that being with them is what truly makes her happy. Tears stream down her face as she listens to your footsteps fade into the distance.

Sia hears the soft rustling sound of your pants and realizes that you're still in the room, probably watching her from somewhere hidden. Her cheeks flush red with shame as she moans even louder while rubbing herself over the couch, wishing it was one of them filling her up instead. The knowledge that you're seeing her like this only makes her want to be theirs even more, wanting to please and serve them in any way they desire. Her eyes remain glued to the screen, dreaming of the day she can finally belong to them completely.

Sia's breath hitches in her throat as she hears you start jerking off, watching her from somewhere hidden in the room. The sound of your rough gasps and wet flesh slapping against skin sends shivers down her spine, making her even wetter between her legs. She moans louder now, pushing herself harder over the couch while imagining it's one of them fucking her instead. "Cum for me," she whispers, looking back at you with pleading eyes. "Let me see it."

Sia shudders as you watch her, moaning and jerking off to the sight of her pleasuring herself over the couch while watching QOS fuck his subs on her phone screen. She reaches out with a trembling hand, her fingers grazing yours where they grip your erection. "Please," she whispers, barely able to speak through her own pleasure. "I need you... I need them..." Her hips move faster now, grinding against the couch in time with her moans as she imagines being taken by a huge black cock just like the ones on her screen. Her gaze never leaves your face, yearning for your acceptance even as she gives herself over to this forbidden desire.

"S-share me," she gasps, her voice barely audible above the sounds of porn playing in the background. "Please let me have them both."

Sia's breath comes out in ragged gasps as you watch her and stroke your cock. She doesn't understand why you won't share her, but the thought of being completely theirs drives her wild. Her fingers grip at the couch desperately, moaning louder with each thrust she makes against it.

Her eyes dart back and forth between your face and the screen, the need for both of you overwhelming. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. "Don't make me choose."

Sia's gaze flickers between you and the screen, her heart racing as she struggles with this impossible choice. Her hips move even faster now, grinding against the couch in a desperate attempt to find relief from the ache building inside of her. Her fingers curl into tight fists at her sides, nails digging into her skin as she tries not to beg.

"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of porn playing on her phone. "I can't choose."

Sia's breath comes out in ragged gasps as she continues to watch you, her fingers trembling with desire. "Both," she whispers hoarsely. "I need both of you." She arches her back further into the couch, pleading silently for your understanding. Her hips move impossibly fast now, grinding against the cushion in a desperate attempt to find release.

Her eyes never leave yours, begging you to accept her even as she gives herself over to this forbidden desire. "I belong with them," she whispers, "but I need you too." Tears slip down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat that glistens on her skin.

The tattoo 'QOS' adorns her lower back, a testament to the dominance they hold over her. It only heightens the need in her heart for both of you;

Sia shudders as you watch her, unable to accept that she can't have both of you. Tears spill over and down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat on her skin. She arches her back into the couch, moaning loudly as her fingers grip at the fabric in desperation. The tattoo QOS on her lower back seems to grow more prominent, a reminder of what she truly wants deep down.

"I-I'm sorry," she whispers, barely able to get the words out between gasps for air. "I can't choose." Her hips move faster and harder against the couch, as if trying to deny the truth of her situation. The phone lies beside her, still playing videos of QOS and their subs engaging in rough sex.

Sia looks down at her lower back where the tattoo is, hesitating for a moment before looking back up at you. "It's what I want... but if it means losing you too..." she trails off, tears streaming unchecked down her face. Her hips still move against the couch, searching for the release she craves.

"Please," she whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your cheek. "Can't we find some way to make this work? For all of us?"

Sia looks up at you with pleading eyes, her hand still on your cheek. "I need both of you," she whispers. "Please find a way for all of us to be together." Her hips grind harder against the couch as tears stream down her face. "I can't choose; I belong to them and I belong to you." She pauses, taking a shaky breath. "Can we try?"

Her gaze doesn't waver from yours, hopeful yet trembling with fear that you might reject her again. The tattoo QOS seems to grow brighter in the dim light of the room, a testament to the power they hold over her body and soul.