Dove POV
tracing it across the room.
Many people talk and drink at a low volume, entertained by their company. I admire the leather furniture they lounge and lean on, as well as the stacks of coloured alcohol bottles above the small bar.
My attention strays too far to the side, seeing a group of people at the corner of the room whose acts have my lips parting, my breath catching in my throat.
One man has another on his knees before him, watching as his c**k is worshipped by the man's mouth. His expression is contorted in pleasure, his hips jutting forward a he forces himself deeper into the man's throat.
Next to him is a woman pressed against the wall, a man f*****g her from behind. His hand is on the back of her neck, while the other is one her hips, pressing her back to meet each t
