socks on, booze out, everyone gets a turn

She’s bent over the armrest, skirt hiked, one tit hanging out, socks still on. Two dudes, one eating pussy on the carpet, the other railing her from behind while another chick’s face is buried somewhere. No one looks sober. Lighting’s garbage, couch is ancient, everyone’s moaning and swapping places. You know it smells like cheap beer and sweat in there. It’s not pretty, but damn it’s real.