When is good, not good enough? Greed has come to Sydney and Greed just wants one thing. More! More woman, more money, more sex! It’s an orgy of excess and geed is at the center of it all. Have you ever wanted more?
Excerpt
David undressed quickly but carefully. Greed did not destroy what was his nor shame a gift from another. The feeling of being amid so much wealth was begging to divert his blood flow south. He was completely naked by the time he heard the doors sliding open. If he had not been hard before the sight that greeted him would have gotten a rise out of a corps.
Once again he marveled at the choices Joanna had made for him. And wouldn't you know it, all three sets fit perfectly. They had kept their own high heels.
Amanda wore lacy white panties and garter belt with attached stockings. It emphasized the long lean lines of her body and the graceful way she moved. Predator indeed. There had been a matching bra but, considering her breasts were barely visible swells caped by pink, the blonde seemed to have decided she didn't need it. What the American lacked the Nkoyo more than made up for. Her body was all cinnamon colored curves in a peach babydoll that did nothing to hide the heavy swells of her breasts. She was soft in every line of her. Shuang cut the line between them. Her own curves were more modest than her darker companion but they were lovely all the same. Standing in a black thong and corset with her black hair spilling down her shoulders she looked positively wicked. The smoldering amusement in her eyes did nothing to refute that opinion.
Unsurprisingly Amanda moved first. The others not far behind. Soft lips met his in rough contact, the blonde wasting no time in taking what she wanted. David's hands trailed up her sides, following the imaginary line drawn by her garters to cup her small breasts. She gave him up after a few moments with a nip at his lower lips and passed him on to Shuang who grabbed his head pulled him down to her level. A small tongue darted in past his teeth and explored his mouth, darting this way and that. Her fingers traced the outlines of his back muscles. When Nkoyo took her turn her lips were like pillows, soft and yielding after the rough press of the other two. His hands could not help but grab hold of that generous ass and sink into the warm embrace.
