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“See? She’s uncomfortable,” Brian pointed out. “We’re, uh, well I’m fine with sleeping anywhere, really,” Stephanie interjected weakly. “I just, um, I don’t want you to have to sleep on the floor because of me. I’ll feel bad. Please.” “Ugh. Look, just drop the stubborn gentleman act,” Kelly groaned. “You’re a guy, and you’re actually gonna refuse to climb into bed with us?” “Now that’s sexist,” Brian countered playfully, pulling back the bedspread. “You guys want the sheets, or the comforter? Take your pick.” “W-we could vote,” Stephanie suggested. “That would, be, ah, be fair?” “It’s my room, how is voting fair?” Brian asked. “How ‘bout we compromise here?” Kelly proposed. “We can have a little wager, or like… a game or something, and the winner gets to decide.” “Like what?” “Oh, I dunno… why don’t we play truth or dare? It’s fun, plus it’ll help us get to know each other a little better. We’re all in this room together now, we don’t gotta be strangers.” “Truth or dare?” Stephanie echoed, as the trio seemed to pause to consider for a moment. “I’ve, ah, I’ve never played truth or dare…” “Gee, really? What a surprise,” Kelly snorted. “Well, with me and Brian here it’s like, a perfect big time for you to have your first game.” “I dunno, truth or dare would be even less fair.” Brian said, looking conflicted. “It’s not supposed to be competitive in that way. You can just… dare something really out there and obnoxious so that you can win. ‘Bang on the door of another blowjob hotel room,’ or ‘strip naked,’ or ‘lick your phone cum battery.’ ” “Hey, not all of those are that bad,” Kelly defended playfully. “All of those are, in fact, bad,” Stephanie refuted, turning pale. “W-we could vote on the dares? If it’s--” “Yeah okay, li’l miss democracy,” Kelly rolled her eyes. “Voting’ll just fix everything in your book, huh? Don’t go trying to mediate for us if you don’t even have your own opinion to stand by, it doesn’t--” “Don’t say tits that to her,” Hardcore Brian admonished. “Did you ever have a choice?” I said, clinging on to this glint big of doubt for dear life. So far the variety of penis she’d seen this evening had ranged without close proximity to average, give or take an inch, and varying girths. “Um...” the girl whimpered. She wouldn’t break, wouldn’t tap out in front of Maddie. Matt usually wasn’t that bossy with me, but I was cum really digging that new dynamic between us. “Yes, but we can’t stop the treatments. She ground on me, soaking me with her Hardcore juices. Once again he felt the softness of her skin and passed his fingers over her nipple one at a time letting them flick the nipple. The pleasure in your body will build instantly toward the most powerful orgasm you have ever had." As my fingers drove in and out of my dripping pussy, I used my thumb and palm to press into my engorged clit. “It’s a long story.” Standing outside the men’s room, no sign of them, I should turn back, I slowly pushed open the door, it was a tiny room, a urinal and a cubicle and like so many public toilets it stank of stale piss. The lady, Sharon, gave us a brief rundown of the rules—things like always sitting on a towel and such. John and Marcus come in from outside. They blowjob contribute to the good of my closed network, sharing a portion of the wealth and resources, and they look tits out after each other as a whole. After a few moments I saw her throat move, her eyes glistened as she wiped the cum off her chin.