Pick from the line

The fun did not necessarily have to start inside. With all these people, you had the pick of the crop even before you cross the threshold, still fresh and ready to go. Tonight, one of them was going to have the time of her life with your wondrous dick in her mouth and her belly full of your cum juice. There were lots to pick from. Stragglers. Loners. Drunks who came from other clubs or bars. Girlfriends or wives of some of the men here. Even entire squads of beauties. All ripe for the picking. The tent in your pants was beginning to show. Some of the gathered women in the line had taken notice. Most tried to ignore it in vain.