Backstage of Party pussies

We poured the first glasses and the room warmed fast. Electra blew out her candles while Liora sat on the arm of the couch with her dress slipping higher every time she laughed. Jasmine climbed into Eric’s lap without asking, grinding slow until his hands found her waist and stayed there. The music thumped low. Someone spilled champagne on Calista’s thigh and licked it off, laughing at how quickly the heat spread between them. By the second bottle, the couch had become a tangle of bare legs and open mouths. Liora knelt between Aaron’s knees, took him deep, and the wet sound of her throat filled the air between every sigh. Electra watched from the chair, fingers busy under her skirt, until Eric joined her, bending her over the cushion and driving into her while she gripped the armrest and moaned his name. Jasmine straddled Liora on the floor, riding her face with short, needy rolls of her hips. Aaron knelt behind Electra now, pressing into her while she reached back to pull him deeper, hips snapping, sweat sliding down her spine. The night stretched on in gasps and filthy praise. Every glass emptied and every body did too.