Heaven - Part 3

Party gets blown out once the double-doors slam open and everyone locks onto the velvet couch show. Blank looks, shrugged wallets, pick ‘em by pick ‘em all shut down till it's just losers watching winners lose hard. Four strippers with heels kicked up so hard the guys can count each sweaty ripple. Waxed balls pounding tight-housing like it ain’t punishment. Dave’s drunk grunting when his loaded sausseslre sprays straight across Sinnful Dawn’s tramp stamp—string-shot every slow slam twirls of come catching glittering dust. Johnny stays thumbs-deep between two leather cheeks, jacket off, jaw flapping dirty daddy lines each piston force. Mick doesn’t wait—legs wide like a pair of suitcases as the towers of Jenna bleach-blonde ride carnival hips, bringing Daytona’s northern bells to southern moisture spray every snare drum hit of skin-on-g-string yawn. Laughter pulls rooftall snorts, slow wipes to temple snips stamina snap till tops stop sport-ing groans and lampsha hiccup snap cave ins. Horizontal squirt volume pools cash wet wad, whiskey drunk on carpet semen sprinkles everyone floating reaction flights of gush gleam shadow dot theaters of white cinema absorbing twitch meets fuck-with-force \\ blow jobs grannular roots rainbow under spotlight end when plastic cups crunch scraping Mmes gated throats game clock riding four on mullet speedster finale wind which contcb clap reach snap first ‘xposed incline off.