Tiffany giggled and sat up, she tried walking, but staggered, as her legs felt wobbly. “Brent. I can't walk properly!” She laughed, trying to stabilize her legs.

Brent slipped her panties into his pants pocket after knotting back his belt. “Let's get going already.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to his chest, his mouth tracing her ear. “We're not done yet.” He whispered and released her waist, replacing it with her hand.

Returning to the party ground, everyone was drowned in their world of sin and pleasure, the scent of alcohol and tobacco, heavy and thick in the air. It wasn't long before Brent spotted Roman and...