It’s a hot night. Drinks are being poured left and right, spilling out the cups, the scent bringing a comforting ease to Satoru. It was another night and it was a big one. Why? Because midterms were over and girls were everywhere. No, like everywhere. The dream.

It wouldn’t be a good night if Satoru didn’t have a girl in his arm. Not to toot his own horn or anything, but they usually wind up there on their own with minimal effort. Nah, not tonight. Tonight the introverted ones came out. Girls he’s never seen in his life were in the house—which means he’s a kid in a candy store.

Seguru claps his back, sliding a red solo in his hand, “Bro, what is in the air tonight? I’ve never seen these girls in here,” he tells him through the blasting music that seems to make one’s chest vibrate with how loud the base was.

“Who you telling?” Satoru grins like a boy about to lose his virginity. For Satoru, that was long gone. He throws his hands up in mock defense, “But, shit, I’m not complaining. They fine as hell.”

Just then, Seguru was pulled away by Choso Kamo calling for him. And now, Satoru was in hunt mode. He could go for Takami again. She looked extremely pretty today. But seconds would have her thinking and Satoru hates when they think. Takami was a bit sensitive, he gathered that much when she wanted aftercare last time. He gave it, of course, but more so cause she asked and he’s was an ass, but not enough to reject her comfort after poundtown. Still, he didn’t want to go through it again.

Just then, an upbeat song began playing, courtesy of Choso’s playlist. Satoru trusts he has the good stuff since it always gets the house going. But this one had the girls hollering and getting into formation with excitement. The song was in Spanish, but it didn’t stop him from putting two and two together that shit was gonna get crazy. Ass was everywhere now. Heaven. He immediately attached himself to a girl not far from reach. Real pretty girl with a dress that didn’t stop any sort of movement back there.

The girl immediately danced on him. In fact, many girls were dancing on whoever. Girls on girls, girls on gays, girls on guys. It was everywhere. The moment the beat dropped “perreo baby, sobeteo baby” he was in his element. The girl on his seemed to know the lyrics. Latina, perhaps? Fuck yeah. He’s definitely getting lucky tonight. His birthday wasn’t in a few months, but he’s for sure going to treat it as if it were. Hands gripped her waist, not painfully, but enough to make her aware that he was not letting go of her soon.

And with all that good time she had going back there, who the hell was he to let go? His eyes locked on you. He was going to make sure you stayed until morning, for sure. God bless big booty Latinas.