A circle forms, eyes locked on the center where a lone figure stands, anticipation thick in the air. The first drop hits, then another, and another, until a steady stream of warm, sticky cum rains down, coating faces, running down chins, dripping onto heaving chests. Lips part, tongues dart out, tasting, swallowing, as the group loses themselves in the primal, slick dance of desire, their bodies slick with the collective evidence of their unbridled lust.