As the good lord intended, in his infinite wisdom.
‘I’ve seen them respond to the music and then fuck harder, faster, and become sweatier.’
I wonder if they have a guild. “Apprentice orgy DJ” could be a great reality show. Can the audience predict which apprentices have what it takes to become a master orgy DJ? I suppose there are some tell-tale signs that you can’t cut the mustard, like you put on Perry Como records or some Sesame Street sing-alongs.
It’s always brought to you by the letter F.
Now that I think about it, Bert and Ernie would be at home in San Francisco. I wonder which of them is a bottom.