Yes, if you count it as help

Her heart beat slows down and her hands drift away from her crotch. She’s fully immersed in her imaginary room. The cool dusk wind still tickles at her chest and thighs, but to her, it feels like she’s just in her room.

After a deep breath, Jessica starts her jumping jacks. She does the usual motion, except extending her arms way above her head.

As she does each jumping jack, her thighs and ass clap together, making a *plap* noise similar to two pieces of meat slapped together.

Even though they are small, her breasts jiggle slightly each time she jumps.

Her feet ache with each jump as she impacts with the asphalt, as is she’s landing on sandpaper.

From inside Sarah’s home, the four women huddle together by the window to watch Jessica. Even from inside, Yuri can see Jessica’s ass jiggle with each jump.

“Can’t believe she’s actually going through with it,” Casandra says, in awe by the girls bravery.

“Jessica can be pretty stubborn when it comes to challenge,” Emily remarks.

Back to Jessica, she is about 40 jumping jacks into the dare. Some cold sweat drips down her forehead and stomach and her heart races as she gets a good workout in.

Even though she views herself in her room, her subconscious knows that she’s in the middle of the street bare as the day she was born.

Even though she’s very much not enjoying the experience on the outside, her body seems to be betraying her with a mysterious liquid dripping down her inner thigh.

Everything seems to be completely fine for Jessica. Somehow, too fine….