Safiya stood in her nearly empty apartment, surveying the chaos left behind by the careless movers who had promised to make her relocation a breeze. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed the shattered vase, the torn carpet, the splintered furniture. It was clear this company was more interested in shortcuts than customer satisfaction.

Just then, the lead mover, a burly man with a scruffy beard, approached her. “Hey, sorry about the mess, ma’am,” he said with a forced smile. “We’ll get you squared away in no time.”

As he spoke, his muscle-packed forearm brushed against Safiya’s, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She quickly looked away, trying to ignore the way her heart raced. This was not the time for distractions, especially not with these rough-around-the-edges workers.

But as the day wore on, and the men bustled about, hauling heavy boxes and ladders, Safiya found herself stealing glances at their sturdy physiques. The way their sweat-drenched T-shirts clung to their broad chests, the rippling definition of their muscles as they lifted and carried. Even their rough, calloused hands seemed to promise a primal, powerful touch.

By the time they finished loading the final truck, Safiya was on edge, her panties damp and her breasts aching with unfamiliar desire. As she handed out tips, her fingers brushed against the movers’ rough palms, and she nearly moaned at the sensation.

“Thanks for your hard work, guys,” she managed to say, her voice husky. “You’ve earned it.”

The lead mover caught her gaze, his eyes smoldering with a hungry intensity. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart,” he growled.

And with that, he swept her into his strong arms, carrying her to the empty bedroom. The other men followed, their heavy footsteps thudding on the hardwood floor.

Safiya didn’t resist as they stripped off her clothes, revealing her pale, toned body. Their rough fingers roamed over her curves, touching every inch of her skin as if claiming her as their own.

The first mover knelt before her, his wet tongue lashing at her clit as the others watched, their cocks hard and straining. Safiya arched her back, unable to contain her moans as he brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again.

As he finally pushed two thick fingers inside her, stretching her tight passage, the others moved in. The leader pinned her against the wall, his massive erection prodding at her entrance. With a grunt, he thrust deep, filling her completely as the others joined in, their hips slapping against her thighs and ass.

Safiya lost herself in the wild, primal pleasure, feeling every inch of their hard, hot flesh against her. The sweat-slick slide of their bodies, the animal grunts and moans filling the room, the sheer intensity of their lust as they claimed her over and over again.

As the throbbing crescendo built, she clung to them, her nails digging into their backs, her voice a shrill cry of ecstasy. And when it finally crashed over her, wave after wave of blinding, all-consuming pleasure, she knew she would never forget this moment — this gang bang that had turned her world upside down.