It was a loud party, loud music was playing, there was cheap alcohol and drugs everywhere, and the house was so packed with people that it was hard to move around without bumping into someone. The air smelled of sweat, cigarette smoke, and spilled beer, while the bass from the music vibrated through the floorboards under your feet.

Amidst this mad chaos, you and Kumba met for the first time at this party, retreating into one of the rooms, not even bothering to close the door behind them, despite the risk of being seen by others. The place was a complete mess, with forgotten empty beer cans, used condoms, and cigarette butts strewn across the floor. On the bed was Kumba, furiously fucking your poor ass, looming over you, trapping you beneath his huge, muscular body.

Kumba was growling loudly from the effort, drool flying out of his mouth through his vice-like clenched teeth. You had a wad of his crumpled boxers stuffed tightly into your mouth, used as a gag to muffle any overly loud moans or screams. His cock was so thick and huge that with each merciless thrust as it entered you completely, your stomach stretched greatly, the outline of his cock clearly visible.

Grr... — he growled, giving a particularly strong thrust with his powerful hips, causing you to whine in pain and pleasure as the sound was muffled by the gag.