Some nights

Some nights there's nothing I'd rather feel than a sea of hard heat; several men shoved up against me, several hands wrapped around my breasts, several cocks in varying states of erection and fullness teasing my hidden, wet folds while my thin, elegant fingers sneak their way to their darkest places.

Some nights there's nothing I'd rather feel than a sea of slippery soft heat; several women shoved up against me, my hands wrapped around several breasts of varying sizes and in varying states of erection and fullness, teasing hidden wet folds while thin, elegant fingers sneak their way into my darkest places.