Push-up challenge

“Yuri, Truth or Dare?” Jessica asks.

“Hmmm… I’m feeling a bit daring: Dare!” Yuri responds, seemingly unashamed of the possible dare.

“I dare you to do more pushups than me!” Jessica exclaims.

“Wow, you really want to see me strip, don’t you. Naughty Jess,” Yuri teases, knowing full well she might lose.

Jessica is flabbergasted. Unable to speak as she is delt some kind of psychic damage in real life.

“Ahhh, n-no! I’m mean, y-yeah, I want you to strip, but not cause I find it hot!” Jessica desperately defends herself. Her face is somehow more red than Yuri’s.

“Don’t worry, Jess. I’ll give you the show you want. See me all hot and sweaty before I take my clothes off slowly…” Yuri says in a sensual voice, on the verge of moaning.

“Shut up and get on the ground!” Jessica demands, getting into position for her push-ups.

Yuri gets up from the couch and plants her body down on the ground, getting into a similar position as Jessica. Sarah and Casandra can barely hold in their laughter as they witness the two bickering like an incredibly horny marriage couple.

“Alright, on 3! 1..2…3!” Jessica shouts, starting the push-up race.

Jessica flexes her muscles quite literally as she effortlessly does 10 perfect pushups in succession. While she’s doing that, Yuri’s shaky arms could only do 5 in the same amount of time.

The two have gone on for about half a minute so far, with Jessica at 40 and Yuri at a measly 20. Surprisingly, even as Yuri’s face gets covered in sweat, she somehow keeps going.

Jessica, now feeling only slightly sore at this point, looks up from the ground and at Yuri, who seems to be struggling. But Jessica’s gaze moves to the inside of Yuri’s hoodie.

Inside, she sees Yuri’s breasts covered in a black bra. Sweat drips down the flesh mounds and into her bra.

The way they move along with Yuri’s movements is almost hypnotic in a way, keeping Jessica’s eyes glued to them.

“Checking out… The preview… of my tities… You naughty Jess you…” Yuri says between push-ups and gasps for air.

“No I’m not! T—They’re were just in front of me, you perv!” Jessica growls.

“Takes one… To know one…” Yuri says before finally crashing down to the ground.

“Let’s go!” Jessica says, sitting up in celebration. At a final count of 80-35, Jessica completely smashed Yuri. (Not in that way, you pervert)

“Darn, guess I lost, huh?” Yuri says, sitting up and trying to catch her breath.

Unabashedly, Yuri stands up on her feet and reaches down to the bottom of her hoodie. She slowly raises her hoodie, making sure Jessica sees every little bit of her strip tease.

Her surprising taunt stomach is shown first. For someone who doesn’t exercise daily, she stays relatively thin compared to most other women.

She then pulls her arms through the hoodie sleeves, slowly revealing her bare arms. Her arms are thin, with little to no real muscle on them.

Then she finally lifts the black hoodie above her head, showing off her E cup boobs and black bra, covered in a thin gloss of sweat. She then tosses the soaked hoodie onto the pile of clothes.

“You like what you see?” Yuri says, looking down on Jessica.

While yes, Jessica would rather not be playing this game. A part of her wants to see Yuri completely naked, mostly because she wants her to suffer some kind of embarrassment. But something at the back of her head wants her to strip for more reasons than pettiness.

“Just take your shot already!” Jessica says with a full face of blush. She hands her a pre poured shot to her.

She quickly downs the shot, marking to turn for the worst kind (or best kind) of Yuri. Drunk Yuri.