Moans fill the air as the tattooed man drops to his knees for the woman in the black dress, her thighs parting just enough to tease his hungry mouth. Her fingers twist in his hair while the red-topped woman watches, lips parted, fingers already toying with her own zipper. He grips her ass cheeks tight, tongue working slow and deep until her spine arches off the couch. The black-topped woman steps closer, her skirt riding up as she presses a hand against the back of his head, forcing him deeper. Every wet gulp makes her thighs shake, her breath coming in short gasps between clenched teeth. What started as a birthday party now feels like a full-blown feast of flesh, the living room floor littered with discarded clothes and half-empty glasses.
