A request from Tee
With the vibrations from the bass only just barely being felt from this distance, the abandoned red solo cup rippled under the strobe lights. One might think the drink abandoned, if not for the muffled moans echoing out from the darkness. Not exactly a private venue, but as private as one could reasonably expect when you decided to fuck at a festival.
"Fuck yes, just like that Pye!" The smacking of their hips meeting could only just be heard over the music. Pants around their ankles, they would be quite the sight for anyone who happened to drunkenly stumble in this direction.
"You like that? I told you I was better than any of these American pricks you've slept with." Shreya gasped as he smacked her ass.
"So good, it's so fucking good ohmygod! Buh-" a particularly harsh thrust made her lose focus for a moment, "But we need to hurry up before they notice!"
With a hand intertwined with her hair, he gave a sharp pull, forcing her to expose her neck. "Who gives a fuck if they notice?" His lips met her neck, determined to leave a hickey, a reminder for tomorrow of what she had done.
"I'll never hear the end of it! Fucking Khanjar and Walle, those stupid bastards..."
"They don't matter right now. What matters is how good this feels." The hand not in her hair snaked up her top, finding its way to her tits, groping them, caressing them, teasing at her nipples.
"Oooohhh Fuck! Yes, yes yes! Just like that, I'm so close!" Shreya shrieked, quickly approaching the edge.
"OI FUCKIN BANGERS AND MASH!" the brit exclaimed as he creampied that hoe. Her legs shook and her eyes rolled back as she climaxed.
But their moment of bliss was interrupted by a stumbling drunkard.
"Well, that was hot."
"GOD DAMN IT WALLE!"