Downstairs

You take your time to recover your breath, although your heart is still racing from the excitement of not just fucking Mila Kunis, but doing it in front of her husband. You didn't realize how thrilling the feeling would be. It must have been 15 minutes after you came inside Mila, and you're off the floor and putting your pants back on. Already, just remembering the sensation of cumming inside Mila while Ashton Kutcher and his 3 whores watched is getting you hard again. As you search around for your shirt, you're already thinking about more entertainment for the night. You wonder if Alicia Vikander is still around, since it was too quick with her before, and you certainly wouldn't mind revisiting her.

You can't seem to find your shirt, but then you realize that music is no longer playing in the house. It's not really silent, as you can hear voices downstairs, but something seems off. Maybe Ashton had called an end to the party since his mood was soured. Giving up on your shirt, you head downstairs with just your pants on, bare chested, and you notice that indeed, everyone in the house is gathered in the den. Nobody cares that you're not wearing a shirt as you push your way through the crowd realizing that there seems to be a human circle formed around the center of the room, though you can't yet see what is going on.

Finally, after some nudging and elbowing, you make it to the front of the group and see what's going on.