I was merely a passenger in an un-halting ride that I had no control over. One wet Sunday I was in a club I had started to go to, a sweaty little base...ent venue that struggled to free itself from a rank odour of urine and stale sweat.I was standing at the small pop up bar, naked except for black workman's boots and my cock ring. A trickle of piss ran past my foot from the toilets. Inside, a small group of men dressed in leather garb urinated into the mouth of a drenched-through guy on his. As if taking a life of it’s own my mouth hummed lightly over the lips as I pushed past more of your hot cunt exploring deeper into your womb and allowing a hard and slippery tongue to move in without almost any friction.The tangy taste of you is enough to get my dick throbbing harder than it was before, caught up in your sex now and no way to escape it’s grasp I leaned in fully. Feeding hard on your nectar, I feel your hands spread your cheeks apart allowing me to go even farther fingers now. I licked my lips and looked at Mark, who took my hand and led me to a small raised platform near the middle of the room.I got up on the platform and knelt, spreading my thighs wide, my shaved pussy spreading and glistening with dew. They all gathered around, and I leaned back, letting my long red hair fall off the edge of the platform.My fingers reached up and began to stroke my nipples, the sensitive points hardening almost instantly with just a touch. I moaned softly, the sound carrying to. I unbuttoned her jeans sliding them down revealing her panties sliding my hands up and her thighs and then around to her ass squeezing her firm ass. I brought my hands around sliding them up and down her inner thighs not touching her pussy, she moaned parting her legs.I slid my hand inside her panties rubbing her clit then her wet pussy, sliding a finger in then out slowly. She shivered and moaned as I pulled my hand away. I kissed her, my warm breath on her neck sending shivers down her back.