The private tent was smaller, hotter, and way more dangerous.

Only about fifteen people inside, but every single one of them looked ready to break me. No phones allowed this time. Just bodies, toys, and whatever they could find.

I walked in still leaking from the night before, legs shaky, fresh cum from a quick load in the walk over dripping down my thighs.

A tall guy with a shaved head and piercings met me first. “You’re the painted cum queen they’ve been talking about.”

I didn’t answer with words. I just dropped to my knees in the center of the tent and opened my mouth.

They swarmed me.

It...