they all finish on the dance floor

Against all odds, the two dancing/grinding couples continued going at it in the middle of the massive crowd. Danny hadn't been to this club before (or any club much at all), so maybe this was normal? Sex on a dance floor seemed very 1970s vibe to him, but who knows. Maybe it's what folks did.

He watched as Camo Pants pumped into Flannel Wrap to the beat of the music, and then he shifted his rhythm, working against the tempo of the song. His rhythm of fucking her was shifting from something choreographed to something he needed to climax. Leather Hoodie was doing similar things to Red Dress. It was almost as if Danny was seeing a routine they'd practiced many times before, and this was just another performance.

Camo Pants held one of Flannel's legs in his arm. With his hands, he touched, squeezed, and pinched her breasts and nipples. He bit down on one, swirling his tongue around it between moments of grinding it with his teeth. From the distance, it looked as if maybe he had torn through the fabric of her tank top a little bit. Leather Hoodie was all hands on Red Dress's breasts as well, with less biting and more groping and squeezing.

Red Dress pushed backwards into Camo's back, the two of them supporting their weight against the other. Leather Hoodie thrust up, up, up, into Red's cunt. Flannel Wrap had different, and perhaps riskier plans. She slipped off his cock again, and squatted down on the floor once more. Another patron behind her saw this, looked down, and then went back to her own dancing, completely unbothered by what was going on.

Flannel took Camo's cock in her mouth as aggressively as Red was fucking Leather Hoodie's. The two women took all the action and initiative, sucking or fucking. The music throbbed, their bodies bounced. In almost perfect synchronization, the two men thrust forward at the same time. Flannel held on tightly in her mouth, and Red put her arms around Hoodie's shoulders and neck to hold herself up.

The orgasms were relatively still. Both men pumped a little more, exploded inside their partners, tensed their bodies, and relaxed. Flannel continued to suck and work Camo's cock, never really stopping throughout his entire eruption. Red Dress stroked Hoodie's face, leaned in to kiss him briefly, touched his chest, and then hopped up in order to release his cock from her pussy. She wiggled her hips a little, and pulled her dress down, leaving her panties pulled aside. Hoodie quickly stuffed his cock back into his pants, and as Red turned around to check in with Camo, Hoodie spanked her ass. She perked up somewhat cutely, and smirked at him. Flannel sucked every last drop off of Camo, licked him dry, placed his cock back into his pants, even zipped him again, before rising.

The two women looked at each other, and then moved in to engage in their own makeout moment. Flannel's mouth was either still full or just recently full of semen, but that didn't slow Red down any, as she thrust her tongue deep into Flannel's mouth. She also played with her tits a little through the tank top, discovering the hole that Camo had bitten through, and Red pulled at the hole with her finger, ripping it more. She kept playing and pulling, and eventually Flannel's left breast was simply hanging out of the shirt entirely. Flannel look at herself and laughed. The four of them began bouncing again to the music, and danced off the floor as if nothing had happened.