The canvas flap rustled before Tanisha pushed through, and the cabana went still. She stood in the doorway, letting herself be seen — caramel skin glistening with humidity, a crop top that barely contained her breasts, and shorts so short they were practically a belt. She held a tray of drinks, but she wasn't looking at the glasses.

Her eyes found Sarah first, then Leah, then Travis — and stopped there. Dead reckoning.

"So this it?" Tanisha set the tray on the edge of the daybed, her voice carrying a low, honeyed authority. "This the party I was promised?"

Sarah stood, crossing the few feet between them. "Tee, this is Leah. She's —"

"I know who she is." Tanisha's gaze slid past Sarah to Leah, then back to the white man on the couch. Travis's cock was still half-hard, drying from Sarah's mouth, and Tanisha's eyes dropped to it like gravity. "You the one who runs this?"

Leah sat up slowly, her dress bunched around her hips, thighs wet with the night's work. "I'm the one who decides who plays."

"Good. Then I want him." Tanisha pointed at Travis, a single direct finger. "Sarah said you let girls pick. I pick the white one with the graying temples and the cock that's been in her mouth." She stepped closer, past the couch, past the women, until she stood between Travis's spread knees. "I got a thing for older white men. Something about the way they look at me — like I'm a prize they never thought they'd touch."

Travis's throat moved as he swallowed. His hands stayed flat on his thighs.

"You got a name, white man?"

"Travis."

"Well, Travis, I'm gonna ride that cock until you forget your wife's name. Then I'm gonna give the black boys what they want." She glanced back at Darius, Cam, Malik, DeShawn, Terrence — a slow, assessing sweep. "Don't worry, y'all. I promised Sarah I'd be good for everybody. White meat first, though. I earned that."

Sarah grinned. "Tee's like that," she said over her shoulder. "She walks in, she claims things. You get used to it."

The men parted for her, a corridor of glistening black muscle and heavy cocks that rose as she approached. Sarah dropped her shirt and climbed onto the bed, spreading her pale legs wide. Darius was on her first, his massive head pressing against her wet slit as she moaned and arched. The others closed in, hands on her thighs, her breasts, her throat, and the bed began its rhythm, springs crying out in the thick air.

But Tanisha wasn't watching. She was still standing over Travis, her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her shorts.

"You gonna watch me strip, or you gonna help?"

“I want to watch. Show me that beautiful body.”he responded.

Leah shifted on the couch, pressing her thighs together. Beside her, Megan reached out, her hand finding Maria's thigh, and the two older women leaned into each other, their fingers tracing lazy patterns on damp skin. Maria let out a breathy laugh and rolled into Megan, her mouth finding the older woman's neck, her hand sliding between Megan's legs. Leah watched them for a moment — the way Megan's head fell back, the way Maria's thick fingers worked her cunt — and then she turned back to Travis.

Tanisha had peeled her crop top over her head, and her breasts were perfect, massive — dark nipples already tight, the full globes swaying as she worked the button on her shorts. She let them drop, stepped out of them, and stood in nothing but a thin strip of fabric between her legs. Her body was young, tight, built for exactly this kind of claim.

She pushed Travis back against the couch cushions, one hand flat on his chest, and climbed into his lap. Her pussy, still covered by the wet fabric of her thong, pressed against his cock, and she ground down slowly, watching his face.

"Feel that, old man? That's what you're about to get. All of it."

Travis's hands came up, gripping her hips, and she let him hold her for a moment before she grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the armrests.

"No. My ride. My rules. You keep your hands right there, and you let me use you."

Leah felt her cunt clench. She had never seen Travis submit to anyone. Not really. The tone in Tanisha's voice was absolute, and Travis's hands stayed where she'd put them.

On the cabana bed, Sarah was on all fours, taking Malik from behind while DeShawn knelt in front of her, his cock stretching her throat. Darius was behind Malik, his hands on the younger man's hips, fucking him in a slow, possessive rhythm that made the whole bed rock. Cam and Terrence stood at the edges, stroking themselves, watching the pile of bodies shift and moan.

Megan was on her back on the couch, Maria's face between her thighs, her fingers tangled in Maria's dark curls. Megan's hips bucked, her breath ragged, her eyes half-closed. Maria's free hand worked her own cunt, her thick body grinding against the cushions as she licked and sucked.

Leah sat at the end of the couch, her hand between her own legs, watching Tanisha take her husband apart.

Tanisha had peeled her thong to the side, revealing a shaved cunt that gleamed with wetness. She didn't bother with foreplay — she wrapped her fingers around Travis's cock, guided it to her entrance, and sank down in one smooth, hungry motion. Her head fell back, and she let out a groan that cut through the cabana noise.

"Fuck. That's a good cock. That's a white man's cock that knows what it's doing."

She rode him hard, her thighs working, her hips slapping against his, her hands braced on his chest for leverage. Travis groaned beneath her, his eyes locked on where they joined, his hands still pinned to the armrests by sheer force of her command.

"Look at me." He did. "You like this, white man? You like a young black bitch taking what she wants from you?"

"Yes." His voice was thick, wrecked.

"You gonna come for me?"

"Yeah. Fuck, yeah."

"Not yet. I'm not done with you."

She slowed, a deep grinding motion that made her clit drag against his pelvis. She watched his face go slack, watched the pleasure build in his eyes. Then she lifted off him, strings of slick connecting them, and slid down his body until her mouth was level with his cock.

She took him to the root in one swallow, her throat convulsing around the head, her hands gripping his thighs. Travis moaned, his hips lifting, and she held him there, her nose pressed into his pubic hair, until his whole body shook. She pulled off slowly, a string of saliva and his pre-cum stretching between her lips and his tip, and swallowed.

"Good. You taste good. Now —" She climbed back up, positioned herself, and sank down again. "Give it to me."

Her rhythm was punishing, fast and deep, her thighs slapping against his, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She rode him like she owned him, and she did. Leah watched Travis's eyes roll back, watched his hips thrust up to meet her, watched his hands claw at the armrests as his control shattered. “That’s it! That’s it daddy! Fuck my black cunt!” she gasped.

“Vulgar little slut isn’t she?” Travis said. CRACK! Tanisha’s open hand raked across his face, hard. He looked at her in shock for a second, fire in his eyes. She slapped him again, a little trickle of of blood formed at the corner of his mouth.

He understood, she liked it rough. “Little bitch!” he said as he brought his open palm down on her ass, hard. She went rigid for a second,” That’s it daddy! Punish me!” He spanked her again the crack echoing through the room.

"I'm —"

"Come in my mouth."

She was off him in a breath, her mouth replacing her cunt, taking his cock deep as his hips bucked and his come flooded her throat. She swallowed around him, milking every pulse, her eyes closed in concentration. When she finally pulled off, she licked her lips, smearing his release across her mouth.

"Good boy."

She didn't stop. She was already rolling him onto his back, straddling his face, lowering her cunt onto his mouth. Travis's hands came up instinctively, gripping her thighs, and she rode his face the way she'd ridden his cock — hard, demanding, taking what she wanted.

"Eat me, old man. Eat me like you mean it."

Travis's tongue worked her clit, his stubble scraping her inner thighs, and Tanisha's head fell back. She ground against his mouth, her breath hitching, her hands tangled in his hair. Leah watched her husband's face disappear between those dark thighs, watched him obey, and felt a pulse of something hot and strange — pride, maybe. Or hunger. Travis worked her into a frenzy with his tongue, she moaned and thrashed like a woman possessed. Claiming what she had come here for. What she was promised.

On the bed, Sarah was spread between two men, Cam's massive length working her cunt while Terrence fucked her throat. Megan was on her hands and knees on the cabana floor, Maria behind her, a strap-on strapped to Maria's thick hips, driving into her with practiced rhythm. The air was thick with the sound of wet flesh, moans, and the slap of skin.

Tanisha came on Travis's mouth with a cry that ripped through the noise, her thighs clamping around his head, her body shuddering through wave after wave. She stayed there, grinding through the aftershocks, until she was satisfied. Then she climbed off, dripping onto his chest, and flipped onto her back.

"Round two, white man. Your cock in my ass. Then I want you to watch me take the black boys before I leave."

Travis was already hard again. He didn't hesitate. He picked her up and spun her and bent her over the arm of the couch. He grabbed her wrists and crossed them behind her back and pinned them with one hand then grabbed a fistful of her hair. He yanked her back to stand with her back pressed against his chest, his mouth at her ear. “You like it rough don’t you bitch? You wanted to find out what my white cock can do to you. You had your fun bitch. He paused as he pressed his cock against her ass. “My turn.”

He pushed her back down into the cushions and drove himself into her ass hard. He pressed her face into the cushions to silence her scream. He began pounding her hard and fast just the way she wanted him to.

"That's it. Fuck my ass, Travis. Fuck it like im your little black whore.”

“You are baby.”

He fucked her with a desperation that made Leah's chest ache. He was hers — he was always hers — but watching him be someone else's for a moment, watching him give himself over, was a different kind of pleasure. Tanisha was coming again, her body clenching around him, her heels digging into his back. She wrenched one hand free from Travis’ grip and it went to her pussy furiously rubbing her clit as Travis pounded her mercilessly. Another orgasam ripped through her and she sprayed all over him. He did stop, didn’t even pause just kept up his punishing rhythm in the young black girls ass.

She arched back off the couch enough to push him back, spun, grabbed him and shoved him down to the couch. She jumped on him in a squat and guided him back into her ass and bounced furiously.

Her hand went to his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair and she jerked his head back hard. “That’s it white boy! Make me cum. Make me gush. You like that black bitch cum on you dick don’t you baby?” Before he could answer she yanked his head down between her massive breasts smothering him as he fucked her. She yanked his head back again her other hand going to his throat, Leah could see her nails digging in. She earned another slap to her ass for it and then he returned the gesture. One hand closing around her throat the other spanking her over and over. She clawed at his chest leaving bright red scratches from shoulder to navel. He could hold back any longer.

FFUUUUUUUUKKKK!

"Come in me. Come in my ass. Give it to me, white boy."

Travis did, with a groan that sounded like surrender and relief, his hips stuttering, his body bowing over hers. She let loose a flood all over him and the couch. Leah’s eyes wide with both jealousy and arousal. Tanisha held him through it, cradling his head against her chest, stroking his hair.

When he pulled out, she rolled onto her stomach, presenting her wet, used ass to the room. "Your turn, boys." She glanced back at Travis. "I told you I'd give 'em what they want. Go watch with your wife. Watch how a little black bitch fucks."

Travis stumbled back to the couch, collapsing beside Leah, his chest heaving. Leah reached out, her hand finding his, and he gripped it like a lifeline. On the bed, Cam was already positioning himself between Tanisha's legs, his massive cock sliding into her pussy with a wet sound that made the whole room pause.

Tanisha's scream was pure joy.

Leah pressed her lips to Travis's ear. "She's good."

"Yeah," he breathed. "She really fucking is. I think I might have a thing for black women now.” Tanisha overheard him and gave both of them a wicked grin, that said two things at once. Satisfaction to Travis and a little challenge to his wife. “See what I do to your man baby? See how throughly he just got fucked by me?”

“You look like you lost a fight with a cat.” Leah teased.

“More like a mountain lion.” He said

Megan's voice rose in a sharp cry from the cabana floor, Maria’s head between her legs, from the looks of it it wasn’t the first time the women had done this with each other. Sarah was draped across the bed, two men still using her mouth and cunt. The cabana was a living thing now, a machine of pleasure and sweat and hunger, and Leah sat at its center, her hand still between her own thighs, her husband's hand in hers, watching the world she had built consume itself.

On the bed, Tanisha had Cam in her throat while Malik fucked her cunt from behind, DeShawn waiting with his cock at her lips. She took them all, one after another, her laughter cutting through the moans — a sound that said she had gotten exactly what she came for.

Tanisha pulled off Cam's cock with a wet pop, her mouth slick with saliva and pre-cum, and crawled across the bed to where DeShawn stood waiting. She took him in her mouth without preamble, her throat working around his length, her hand wrapped around the base she couldn't fit. DeShawn's head fell back, his hips pushing deeper, and she let him, her eyes watering but her grip steady.

On the couch, Leah's fingers found Travis's softening cock, stroking him absently as she watched Tanisha work. Megan had collapsed onto the cabana floor, Maria's body draped over hers, both of them breathing hard, cum and sweat coating their thighs. Sarah was on her back on the bed, Terrence between her legs, Malik's hand on her throat, her eyes rolled back as she came again.

Tanisha surfaced from DeShawn's cock, gasping, and grinned at Leah across the room. "You got a good thing here, white girl. You know that?"

Leah smiled, slow and satisfied. "I know."

Tanisha flipped onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "One more. Who's got one more for me?"

Darius stepped forward, his uncut cock still hard, glistening with the combined wetness of every woman he'd been inside tonight. He knelt between Tanisha's thighs, positioned himself, and pushed into her with a single smooth thrust that made her gasp and arch. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, her nails raking down his back.

Leah watched them move together — the rhythm, the hunger, the way Tanisha's body accepted every inch of him — and felt Travis's hand tighten on hers. She turned to look at him, his face slack with spent pleasure, his eyes still fixed on the bed.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice low.

He nodded, his thumb tracing circles on her knuckles. "More than okay." He paused, his gaze shifting to hers. "You built this. You made this happen."

Leah leaned into him, her lips brushing his jaw. "We made it happen. Together. God how did we end up here. If you had to me this would be happening a week ago i’d have laughed in you face. Maybe even slapped you. But-” she cut him a sidelong look “you might have liked that though.”

He chuckled at that. “Yeah, she brought out a side of me that has been asleep for a long time.” He gave her an apologetic look. “It’s ok my love.” she said. “We've all learned some new things about ourselves these last few days. Now, talk later I wanna enjoy the show.”

On the bed, Tanisha's cry cut through the noise as she came again, her body shuddering under Darius's weight. He followed a moment later, his hips stuttering, his groan buried in her neck. The cabana settled into a thick, humid silence, broken only by ragged breathing and the distant hum of the pool filter.

Tanisha lay sprawled across the bed, her chest heaving, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "Damn. Y'all know how to throw a party."

Tanisha's eyes locked on Leah across the cabana, and the lazy smile on her face shifted — sharpened into something deliberate. She pushed herself off the bed, her caramel skin gleaming with sweat and cum, and walked toward the couch with the easy roll of someone who knew exactly how her body moved.

The men on the bed went quiet, their hands still on Sarah's thighs, their eyes tracking Tanisha's progress. Even Cam paused, his massive cock still slick with Tanisha's wetness, watching her cross the room like she owned every inch of it.

Megan shifted on the floor, Maria's head lifting from between her thighs, both of them turning to watch. Sarah sat up on the bed, her pale skin flushed, her nipples hard, her eyes following Tanisha with the devotion of a disciple watching a prophet.

Tanisha stopped in front of Leah, standing between her spread knees. Her body was still glistening, her thighs wet with Travis's come and her own, her breasts heaving. She reached out, her fingers finding Leah's chin, and tilted her face up with a gentleness that cut through the room's raw energy like a blade through silk.

"You've been in charge all night, queen." Tanisha's voice was low now, honeyed, stripped of the bravado she'd used on Travis. "Time to let mama Tanisha take care of you."

Leah's breath caught. Her hand was still between her own thighs, her cunt wet and aching, and she felt the weight of Tanisha's gaze like a physical pressure. "I —"

"Shh." Tanisha's thumb brushed Leah's lower lip, pressing gently. "I think we've all had our fill of men for the night. But I want a girls-only round. You, that tight body suburban white bitch —" She gestured at Megan without looking away from Leah. "— that curvy little brown girl —" A nod toward Maria. "— my bestie —" Sarah's name hung unspoken in the air. "— and most of all, you, white queen. The boys can stroke themselves while they watch the show. And if there's anything left in their tank, they can cover all of us when we're done."

She leaned in, her lips brushing Leah's ear, her breath hot and fragrant with Travis's come. "Woman to woman. Slow and steady. All of us. No boys this time."

Leah felt the word rise in her throat before she could stop it. "Yes."

Tanisha smiled, slow and wicked, and pulled back. She took Leah's hand, pulling her to her feet, and turned to face the room. "You heard me, ladies. On the bed. Now."

Megan was already standing, her lean runner's body streaked with sweat and Maria's spit, her thighs wet. She reached down and pulled Maria up, the shorter woman's dark skin gleaming, her huge breasts swaying as she rose. Sarah was already crawling across the bed toward the center, her red hair wild, her pale body a contrast to the dark wood of the cabana bed frame.

Tanisha led Leah to the bed by the hand, guiding her to the center, positioning her like a piece on a board. She laid Leah down on her back, her honey-blond hair spreading across the rumpled sheets, her blue dress still bunched around her hips. Then Tanisha climbed up beside her, her dark body a mirror, and gestured for the others.

"Come on, white bitches. Let's show these boys what a real party looks like."

Megan climbed onto the bed first, her tall frame folding as she settled beside Leah, her hand finding Leah's thigh. Maria followed, her thick body pressing against Megan's back, her fingers already tracing patterns on the older woman's hip. Sarah crawled to the foot of the bed, positioning herself between Leah's spread legs, her green eyes hungry.

On the couch, Travis sat forward, his softening cock already stirring again. Darius leaned against the wall, his hand wrapped around his dick, stroking slowly. Cam stood at the foot of the bed, his massive frame blocking the light, his eyes fixed on the pile of women. Malik and DeShawn and Terrence flanked him, their cocks hard, their hands working in rhythm.

"Nobody touches themselves until we're done," Tanisha said, not looking at them. "You watch. You learn. You wait."

She turned back to Leah, her hand sliding up Leah's thigh, pushing the blue dress higher. "You've been running this whole show, queen. You've been giving orders, directing traffic, making sure everyone got what they needed. But what about you? What do you need?"

Leah's throat was tight. Her eyes met Tanisha's, dark and warm and patient. "I need —" She stopped, swallowed. "I need to not be in charge for a minute."

Tanisha's smile was soft, almost tender. "Then you're in the right place, baby."

She lowered her mouth to Leah's, and the kiss was nothing like the men's kisses — not hungry or claiming or demanding. It was slow, exploratory, the brush of lips, the gentle press of tongue. Tanisha tasted like Travis's come and her own sweat, but there was something else underneath — something sweet, something young. Leah's hand came up, cupping Tanisha's jaw, pulling her closer, and the kiss deepened.

Behind them, Megan's mouth found Maria's, and the two older women rolled into each other, their bodies tangling, their hands finding familiar rhythms. Megan's long fingers slid between Maria's thick thighs, and Maria gasped into her mouth, her hips bucking.

Sarah's mouth found Leah's inner thigh, her tongue tracing a slow path upward, her red hair tickling Leah's skin. She parted Leah's folds with her fingers, her tongue sliding through Leah's wetness, and Leah broke the kiss with Tanisha to gasp.

"Fuck —"

Sarah laughed, a low, breathless sound against Leah's cunt. "That's the idea."

Tanisha shifted, her mouth moving down Leah's throat, her teeth grazing her collarbone, her hand cupping Leah's breast through the thin fabric of her dress. She pulled the strap down, baring Leah's nipple, and took it in her mouth — a slow, wet pull that made Leah's back arch.

On the bed beside them, Megan had Maria on her back, her face between the shorter woman's thighs, her tongue working Maria's clit with a practiced rhythm. Maria's fingers were tangled in Megan's hair, her hips grinding against Megan's mouth, her breath coming in sharp, keening moans.

Sarah's tongue circled Leah's clit, slow and deliberate, her fingers sliding inside Leah's cunt, two at a time, curling until Leah cried out. Tanisha's mouth worked her breast, her hand sliding down Leah's stomach, her fingers finding the wet space where Sarah's tongue was working.

"That's it," Tanisha murmured against Leah's skin. "Let them take care of you. Let them make you feel good."

Leah's head fell back, her eyes closed, her body opening to the triple assault of mouths and hands. She felt Sarah's tongue push inside her, felt Tanisha's fingers spread her folds, felt Megan's hand find her ankle and squeeze.

She was surrounded by women. Soft, wet, warm women who smelled like jasmine and sweat and sex, whose bodies were curved and yielding, whose mouths were gentle and insistent. It was nothing like being used by the men — it was being worshipped, being held, being seen.

Sarah surfaced from between Leah's thighs, her chin slick, her green eyes bright. "She tastes so good," she said, almost reverent, and Tanisha laughed.

"I know, baby. She does." Tanisha shifted, swinging her leg over Leah's body, straddling her waist. Her cunt was wet, her folds dark and gleaming, and she lowered herself until her sex pressed against Leah's, skin to skin, slick to slick. She rocked slowly, a grinding motion that sent sparks through both of them, and Leah's hands came up to grip her hips.

"Like that," Tanisha breathed. "Just like that, queen. Grind against me."

Leah's hips rose to meet her, the friction of clit against clit, wet and hot and perfect. Sarah's mouth found Leah's nipple, sucking gently, and Megan's hand slid between Leah's thighs, her fingers joining the grind, pressing and circling. Maria had crawled up behind Tanisha, her thick arms wrapping around the younger woman's waist, her mouth pressing kisses to Tanisha's shoulder blades.

The bed was a tangle of limbs and mouths and wet sounds, a living knot of women moving together. The men watched in silence, their hands moving on their cocks, their breathing ragged. Travis's knuckles were white on his thighs. Cam's massive hand worked his shaft, his eyes fixed on Tanisha's back, watching the muscles ripple as she ground against Leah.

Tanisha leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Leah's, her mouth finding Leah's ear. "I'm gonna make you come, queen. And then I'm gonna make you come again. And then I'm gonna let every woman in this room taste you."

Leah's response was a moan, wordless and raw, as the pleasure built in her core like a wave. Sarah's mouth was on her clit again, Megan's fingers inside her, Tanisha's body grinding against her, and she felt herself cresting, felt the wave break, felt herself come with a cry that cut through the cabana noise.

Sarah stayed with her through it, her tongue gentling Leah's clit as the aftershocks rolled through her, her fingers slowing until Leah's hips stilled. Tanisha lifted off her, sliding down the bed, and pressed her mouth to the wet space between Leah's thighs, tasting Sarah's tongue and Leah's come mixed together.

Then she turned, pulling Sarah into her arms, and laid her back against the pillows. "Your turn, bestie."

Sarah's legs opened, her pale thighs wet with Leah's wetness and her own. Tanisha lowered her head between them, her tongue finding Sarah's clit with the familiarity of long practice. Sarah's hands fisted in the sheets, her back arching, her cry sharp and immediate.

Megan had Maria on her hands and knees now, her face buried between the shorter woman's thighs from behind, her tongue working Maria's cunt while her fingers pressed into Maria's ass. Maria's moans were deep and guttural, her hips pushing back against Megan's mouth, her huge breasts swinging beneath her.

Leah sat up, her body still humming, and reached for Megan. She pulled the older woman away from Maria, guiding her onto her back, and lowered herself between Megan's legs. Megan was wet, soaking, her cunt swollen and hungry, and Leah's tongue found her clit with a gentleness that made Megan gasp.

"Oh — oh, fuck —"

The bed became a circle of women, each mouth on another's center, each pair of hands holding another's hips. Leah tasted Megan and felt Sarah's tongue on her own cunt again. Tanisha tasted Maria and felt Maria's fingers in her mouth. Maria tasted Tanisha and felt Megan's hand on her breast. They moved in a rhythm older than language, a current that passed from body to body, each orgasm feeding the next.

On the couch, Travis's hand was a blur on his cock. Darius was breathing hard, his cum dripping down his fist. Cam had stepped closer to the bed, his massive cock inches from Tanisha's reaching mouth, but he didn't touch — he just watched, waiting.

When the wave finally crested, it was Megan who broke first, her cry muffled by Leah's thighs, her body shuddering. Then Maria, her thick hips bucking against Tanisha's mouth. Then Sarah, her pale body bowing, her scream tearing through the room. Then Tanisha, her dark skin flushed, her orgasm rolling through her as Maria's tongue worked her clit. And finally Leah, her body arching, her honey-blond hair spread across the pillows, her cry swallowed by Megan's mouth as the older woman kissed her through it.

They collapsed into a pile, breathing hard, bodies tangled, sweat and cum and spit painting their thighs. The cabana was quiet except for their breathing and the distant hum of the pool filter.

A moment passed. Then another.

Tanisha's laugh was a low, wet sound against Leah's shoulder. She lifted her head, her eyes finding the men — all six of them, hard and waiting, their cocks glistening in the dim light.

"Cover us boys, whatever you all have left. Leave every drop on all of us. Mark us to cap off the night we’ve had together.”Tanisha said. “Girls, close your eyes.”

The women huddled together in a tangled mass on the bed. They heard the men crowd around them not knowing who was who. They heard the strokes of their hands on their cocks and the shallow breaths as they neared release. The growls and groans as the men finished over them. Every man painted them with the last of their cum. The women’s mouths opening and tongues out. Kissing each other trading their marks.

When it was over everything went still in the cabana. The men collapsed on any available seat, the women remained an entwined mess on the bed. Everyone still and spent.