The sky, brilliantly alive with cascading fireworks, resembled an invasion of electrified spider plants. Each boom and bang, followed by oohs and aahs, cleverly masked the sounds of the couple tucked away in the seagrass. Mating like animals in heat, their cries of passion had nothing to do with the celebration.

A stroke of luck had their climax coinciding with the grand finale, allowing the man to growl in passion as he hammered away, emptying his balls.

I grinned mischievously, knowing that it wasn’t the impressive display in the night sky that caused his partner to scream, “Oh, fuck yeah!”