Cheer Squad Slumber Parties #10

She feels them hit her, warm and thick, splashes landing hot across her neck, chest, stomach like liquid fire. The girl’s cunt pulses around his cock as her fingers grind rough against her clit, watching ropes of cum paint her skin. Midnight booth, mirror-lined walls throwing back their fucking in every direction. Her thighs stay spread wide open in stocking tops, heels still planted, skirt shoved up past her hips. He stands above her on dirty concrete, still pushing himself through his own fist, flexing his legs, staining and covering every inch of exposed flesh. In this adult cinema off 10th Ave. 2014, anonymous men watch from the dark, ears perked, shadows pacing behind glass and curtain, nowhere else to be.