By making Priya taste her

He turned his attention to Sakshi, whose face was a volatile mix of anger, embarrassment, and arousal. “Sakshi, I think it’s time we raised the stakes. How about you do some jumping jacks? Say... fifty should do it. Let’s work up a bit of a... fresh sample for Priya here.”

“What?! No way!” Sakshi exclaimed, her voice shaking.

“Oh, come on,” Allen said with a grin as he pulled Priya’s face away from Sakshi by her hair. “You’ve been such a team player so far. Besides, you wouldn’t want to disappoint Priya, would you? She’s been such a great friend to you, and it’s only fair to return the favor.”

Sakshi hesitated, her mouth opening as if to argue, but no words came out. Instead, she reluctantly dropped her arms, took a step back, and began jumping.

Allen watched intently, his gaze darting between the bounce of Sakshi’s body and the slight sheen of sweat beginning to form along her skin. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of her movements, each jump sending a light flush to her cheeks. Sakshi’s breaths grew heavier, and faint beads of sweat began to form along her temples and under her arms.

After the fiftieth jump, Sakshi stopped, her chest heaving as she glared at Allen. “There………Happy……....now?” she said breathlessly.

“Very,” Allen said, his smirk widening. He turned to Priya, who stood motionless, still wearing the ever-present, eerie smile. “Priya, stick out your tongue. Nice and wide.”

Priya obeyed without hesitation, her pink tongue extending fully, glistening in the light.

“Well, Sakshi,” he said with a smirk, “since Priya’s clearly a fan, maybe we should let her explore a bit more. What do you think?”

“Wh- What do yo-” Sakshi stammered.

Allen gestured toward Sakshi as he said, “Go ahead, Priya. Taste Sakshi’s armpit. Really get in there.”

Sakshi gasped, her arms instinctively flying up to shield herself, but Allen’s voice cut through her weak protest. “Sakshi, stop being so selfish. Let Priya enjoy herself. You’ve come this far, haven’t you?”

Her arms fell limply to her sides as if the fight had been drained from her. She looked away, her cheeks aflame.

Priya stepped forward, her expression unchanging, and leaned towards her friend. Since Allen hadn’t asked Sakshi to expose her armpits this time. He was curious to see how Priya would comply. He was not disappointed.

Swiftly closing the gap between them and completely disregarding Sakshi’s shame and embarrassment. Priya grabbed Sakshi’s wrists and raised them above her head before shoving her face right into the damp armpit. A loud gasp left Sakshi’s mouth as she felt the pressure Priya had applied to her hand and yet that’s all she could do to resist.

Her nose brushed against the damp skin first, and then her tongue followed, pressing firmly against the slick surface.

The act was slow and deliberate. Priya’s tongue slid along Sakshi’s skin, leaving a faint trail of saliva that mingled with the sweat already there. The sound was faint but audible—a wet, sticky noise that seemed to echo in the charged silence of the room.

Sakshi shivered, her body tensing. “This is disgusting,” she muttered weakly, as her voice trembled. Her lips quivered as if she were suppressing a moan, and her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

Allen chuckled. “Disgusting? Then why haven’t you pulled away? Why are you letting her continue?”

“I don’t—she’s—” Sakshi stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Exactly,” Allen said smugly.

He turned back to Priya, who pulled away momentarily, her tongue still extended. Her face was expressionless, save for the slight smudge of Sakshi’s sweat on her chin.

“Tell me, Priya,” Allen said. “What does it taste like?”

Priya blinked, her voice monotone. “It tastes salty. Bitter. Unpleasant.”

Sakshi let out a small, horrified squeak, her hands flying up to cover her burning face.

Allen grinned wickedly. “No, no, Priya. That’s not right. What you’re tasting isn’t Sakshi’s armpit. It’s your favorite ice cream from when you were a kid. Think of it... melting, sweet, irresistible. You better finish it quickly before it’s all gone.”

Priya’s eyes seemed to light up faintly, her smile widening into something more natural, almost joyous. Without hesitation, she roughly grabbed both hands this time as she pinned them both above Sakshi's head. Leaning in, her tongue eagerly lapped at Sakshi’s armpit, even going as far as alternating between both sides. Her movements were fervent now, her head tilting to get every angle, her breath hot against Sakshi’s damp skin.

Sakshi’s body quaked under the attention, her knees threatening to buckle. “Stop... stop this,” she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. Her head tilted back slightly, her breaths ragged as her body betrayed her once again letting out a big moan as she trembled with pleasure.

Allen leaned back, crossing his arms as he watched the scene unfold. “See, Sakshi? Priya’s just showing her appreciation. You should be flattered.”

Sakshi shot him a weak glare but said nothing, her lips pressed tightly together to stifle whatever sound threatened to escape.

Allen walked behind Priya and grabbed her hair once again, firmly pulling her back. Her lips were smeared with the faint remnants of Sakshi’s sweat, and her eyes carried a hazy, euphoric daze. She seemed **** to part from Sakshi’s armpit, her tongue darting out instinctively even as Allen restrained her. “Enough,” he commanded, his tone sharp but laced with amusement. Priya obediently leaned back, tongue still sticking out.

Sakshi let out a shaky breath, lowering her arms just slightly as if savoring even the briefest reprieve.