Julian plows Ella

“Fuck yes!” Ella cries, burying her face into a pillow as Julian thrusts in to her from behind.

They had slipped out of the living room as soon as they were confident they wouldn’t be missed, though it wasn’t like Ella was making much of an effort to hide them.

Julian grunts as he slides in and out of her, his hands around her waist as he stands behind the bed, Ella bent over in front of him.

“You’re so hot.” He whispers, trying to keep himself from cumming too soon.

***

Only a couple rooms over Naomi is fondling an unconscious Billy, slowly stroking his cock.

It is more of a curiosity than anything else, watching it pulse, and start to dribble precum, as she continues her slow, methodical stroke.

***

Back in the living room Frank plops back down on a loveseat, right next to Maria. “Apparently me and Anthony are the only guys not getting any tonight.” He grumbles, looking at Bobby and Heather making out and Diane sitting on Connor’s lap, rather than the curvy drunk girl right next to him.

Maria leans up against him. “Do you want to get some?” She asks, her hand slowly drifting up his thigh.

“Er-” Suddenly Frank’s face is bright red, but he doesn’t say anything as she slowly moves her hand in to his pants.