Frat House Sluts: Party Fuck Fest & Suck

You know that night I told you about, the one where everything just spiraled into this total blur of skin and heat? Well, it was basically the ultimate Frat House Sluts scene, except I was right in the middle of it. The air was thick and sticky with the smell of cheap beer and sweat, and these girls, we were all just tangled up together, this mess of lips and hands grabbing at anything within reach. Someone pulled my hair back, and my jaw went slack as this guy pushed himself past my lips, tasting like salt and tequila, while another set of fingers worked me from behind, relentless. I could feel the vibration of a moan against my thigh, and I was arching into it, completely lost in this chaotic rhythm of sucking and being fucked, a messy, greedy scramble where boundaries just didn’t exist anymore, just pure, instinctual give and take until we all collapsed in a heap.