The next group was bigger. Six guys this time, clustered near the edge of the EDM tent where the bass hit so hard it vibrated in my chest. They were older than the last ones, mid to late twenties, shirtless and glowing with sweat under the colored lights.

I walked right into the middle of them, cum still leaking down my thighs from the first round. The black and silver paint was streaked and messy now, my nipples completely exposed.

"Evening, boys," I said, voice low and rough. "Any of you want to fuck a painted slut in public?"

One of them, buzzcut with a thick beard, nearly dropped his...