Tales of Desire
Everyone knew the vibe: clothes optional, hands everywhere, say stop and it stops, otherwise keep going until someone collapses.
I walked down the stairs in just boxer briefs, already half-hard from the sounds leaking up—moans, wet slaps, low curses. The air was thick with sweat, weed, and sex. First thing I saw was Tara on her knees in the middle of the room, surrounded by four guys. She had one cock in her mouth, deep-throating slow while her hands jerked the two on either side. The fourth stood behind her, fingers buried in her cunt, pumping fast enough that her thighs were shaking and slick ran down her legs in shiny trails.