Good joke, Mona

Sam had shifted to a sitting position, legs spread as she looked over the game. When she picked the punishment she saw Ramona's perved up avatar stand up straight, sending a jiggle through its virtual chest, and it started nodding its head emphatically. She zoomed in on the avatar once more, noticing a costume change happened as well. Guess that keeps winners coming back, Sam concluded. She notices a scroll bar when examining the avatar and slides it, revealing a list of all Ramona's punishments. 8 in all, with the one Sam chose. Wow, she's really been giving this her all. Maybe that's why she was so mad coming home. Sam vows to help Ramona win one, a second pair of eyes could be what she needs.

Sam is returned to reality by a quiet "Eep!" from the direction of the bathroom door, and looks up to see Ramona's slut avatar, posed in the doorframe like a centerfold. If not for the embarrassed eyes, Sam would have thought this was a dream, but that was definitely the real Ramona, DEFINITELY dressed up hot, and hopefully for Sam's pleasure. "H-hey, Sam." Ramona slowly changes pose, thighs tight together, one knees popped playfully. Her hands rest on the top of her round ass, chest proudly presented. The front of her napkin of a skirt was pinched tightly between her thighs, like if she relaxed. it would fall.

Sam has a huge smirk on her face as she puts things together. "Ok. You win. This was a very effective tactic. I'll fuck you. Or you'll fuck me, or we'll fuck each other. Whatever this is, Yes. I don't know why you made me wait this long..." Sam continues, sliding up to be laying on the bed, inviting Ramona to approach, like a VIP waiting for their escort.

"God dammit, Sam, it's not that." Ramona blushed, obviously charmed by Sam's appreciation, while her body coyly approached, hands clasped behind her back to just out her chest while she walked in slow, crisscrossing step. Each step brought her knee seductively high--revealing a taut, naked ass cheek while shielding her sex--then straightened her leg out to display the results of years of cheering. "It's this crazy, fucking app I got on my phone." Now she was perched daintily on the edge of the bed, one hand slowly rubbed Sam's leg, teasing with each run up her thigh but never leaving the bare skin revealed by her workout shorts. Ramona's other hand traces her own trim tummy, slowly from her underboob cleavage down to the waist of her skirt. Sam could see Ramona shudder at her own touch, biting her lip in ecstasy. And she thought her own acting was impressive.

Sam looked back at Ramona's phone, back to the list of punishments she found. Quickly scrolling and reading, Sam can confirm at least the physical ones all match: tattoos, blonde hair. I guess the look is technically sexy cheerleader, but it seemed more like pornstar cheerleader to Sam. She thinks this with love. She'd have to ask Ramona about 'dancing queen', and 'act the part' "This GL app?" Sam asked the wet dream giving her legs pleasant goosebumps. Something dawns on Sam. "Is this why you rushed home? And look like this? Cuz of the app?"

"Yes!" Ramona let's out an cute little giggle as her body happy bounces closer up the bed towards Sam, her gorgeous curls jostle and frame her perfect face, a look of absolute joy. Her thigh rubbing hand is now clasped tightly around Sam's free hand, using her thumb to lightly trace and massage Sam's. Sam appreciated a good hand rub, hers were usually sore from her bouts. Sam should ask if Ramona would do this after all her fights. Ramona's straightened arms compress her pornstar chest, spilling her goods forward for Sam's appreciation. Ok Ramona was definitely swaying her chest for Sam, and she definitely knew what was going on now.

"Wow, Ramona. I didn't realize how kinky you are. If you wanted me to dom you, you didn't need to make an app to roleplay with. So this is what you were changing for, huh?" Sam grabs Ramona's massaging hand, returning the gesture. The lewd gasps coming from her sexed up roommate were getting Sam's motor running a little. She watched Ramona's legs clamp shut and squirm from her touch. Before she can make a move, however, she feels a vibration in her other hand. Ramona's phone. The app! Sam quickly pulls up the app, not registering Ramona's protests. "Tell the bitch who's the boss." Sam reads aloud, watching virtual Ramona nodding and acting submissive to a newly added faceless avatar, tall and muscular but feminine curves are still visible. "Wow you went all out. Which nerd did you promise wank material to so he'd make this game? I can't wait to see how detailed this is. Well, since I'm the boss," Sam winked at the shimmying slut. "Do I get you for the whole weekend?"

"Yes." Ramona coo'd, before her hand daintily flew to her mouth, covering her tasty looking lips, in mock surprise. " I mean, I need your help. I can't control myself." She struggled to suppress the moans building in her throat. "I have to beat this naughty fucking game." Sam didn't even mind if this birthday gift was a few months early, she was gonna get as much out of it as she could. "It's been playing with me all day." As she catches up Sam with their little roleplay scenario, Ramona has slowly crawled fully onto the bed, now sprawled provocatively on Sam, one hand tracing Sam's washboard waist, slowly snaking under her tanktop, her stiff nipples smashed into Sam's side, while her thigh wrapped around Sam's leg. Ramona's knee pressed gently against Sam's clothed lips, while Sam could feel Ramona's naked lips against her bare thigh. Is she a little wet right now? Maybe this is for Ramona's pleasure as much as her own. "Will you help?" The squirming whore looked ready to stain the sheets as she peered pleadingly up at Sam, her panting, parted lips and lidded face are too inviting.