The evening continues

Interestingly enough, with most of the focus on slender Milla Simpson, some of the more dedicated fans of other celebrities were able to interact much more intimately with their own objects of desire. A giggling gaggle of girls had pushed their bare asses through the railing; across them they had painted the words AARON, CHOOSE ONE OF US!!!

Aaron Campbell, a pop singer whose latest single had gone viral last week, strode towards them with a bright grin on his face and his raging erection in hand. He made a big show of examining all of the girls' asses and pussies in great detail, until he finally settled on the girl to the far right and slowly eased his throbbing cock into her wet hole, giving the photographers around him ample time to capture the insertion. The lucky girl screamed with joy and high-fived her pouting friends. "You guys are lucky," she gasped in between moans, "that he didn't pick my butthole, or you'd be buying me even more rounds tonight!"

On the screens (the few that weren't showing the ongoing annihilation of little Milla Simpson's innocence), fans were still being interviewed. A tiny old man with a devilish twinkle in his eyes was holding up two fingers on each hand. "This is Maya Newton," he said, giving the fingers on his left an exaggerated sniff, "and this is Amber Clarkson!" He licked the fingers on his right hand with a satisfied grunt.

Meanwhile, Milla Simpson was slowly making her way down the red carpet. She was moving at a snail's pace, which was ironic because the trail she was leaving behind on the carpet looked very much like the one a snail would make. The cocks moving in and out of her like well-oiled pistons and waiting for their turns all around her had not visibly diminished in numbers, but in between thrusts, Milla was able to crawl forward inch by inch, using the **** of the dicks being rammed into her ass and pussy to propel herself in the right direction.

Elsewhere on the carpet, a group of women in their thirties were gathered in a tight cluster. One of them had been lucky enough to be blasted squarely in the face by Ryan Jevons, who played a hunky doctor on a popular primetime TV show. Her friends were taking turns licking his cum off her face and taking selfies with her.

From the corner of her eye, Natalie spotted a face she despised on one of the screens. Scarlett MacNamara, queen bee of gossip magazines, was giving one of her scathing reports. She had never quite made it as an actress herself and now spent her days bitching about people who were more successful than her. "As you can see behind me," she was saying in an infuratingly smug tone, "Katie Hollway has once again opted for the 'filthy cumrag' look that was already passé six months ago. I have no doubt she enjoyed her limousine blowbang with William Tranter and Xavier Houlding, but they really should have been so chivalrous as to remind her that arriving at an event as glamorous as this one while looking like the entire lineup of the Freemont Friskers has just had their way with you is no longer considered proper among the crème de la crème. Everyone knows that the classy thing to do is to stay as unspoilt as possible for as long as possible."