Unforgettable New Year's Eve - 2.

New Year's Eve hits different when you're running with a crew that knows how to party. We kicked things off at midnight with shots flying and hands grabbing—by one we had two couples fucking right on the living-room floor while the rest of us circled around and cheered them on. I watched my buddy bend his girl over the couch, spreading her cheeks so everyone got a clear view of his cock stretching her open. At three, a fresh bottle of champagne turned into a full-on fuck fest: one friend squirted it across her tits while another took turns thrusting between her legs, pounding so hard you could hear his balls slap. By four the whole place smelled like sweat and cum. Someone bent me over next, shoved inside without asking, and just railed until their load leaked down my thigh. We kept swapping bodies and positions straight until sunrise—raw, loud, no apologies—just cock, cunt, and celebration ringing in the new year.