Sarah does things backwards

"Wait a second, I've got another idea." Sarah says, withdrawing her hand from the hat with a smile. While you all look on she lifts herself from Toms lap and walks over to the same chest that her current catty costume came from. Without any further explanation she begins rooting around inside, clearly searching for something specific as she pushes aside various sex toys and fetish items. With a flourish she produces what she was searching for. A can of whipped cream, like for topping pancakes, though you're sure Sarah uses it for topping other stuff.

"I like where this is going." Tom states simply while Sarah shakes up the can. Turning it upside down she sprays a tight ring of cream onto one of her nipples, the cold cream making her gasp and bite her lip as it comes into contact with her hot sensitive skin. She swaps hands to give her other nipple a matching treatment, covering both her large breasts in a sweet creamy bra that tantalizes you even as Miranda sits in your lap. Sarahs sugary show has captured every eye in the room, but she's still not done.

When she sees that all eyes are on her Sarah grins wickedly. If there's one thing she enjoyed more than sex it was being the center of attention. Whenever she could combine the two, so she was the center of attention for her sexuality, then she was on cloud nine. She relishes in the drooling gazes from every man in the room, especially the looks from you and Matt, men who were supposedly loyal to someone else. The idea of seducing another woman's man made her whole body tingle. Eager to keep herself the focus of the room Sarah moves on to the next step of her dare setup.

Without saying a word Sarah drops her skirt completely, shamelessly revealing her wet slit and her short red bush. Reaching down with the can Sarah sprays two more strokes of cream up her inner thighs, carefully spreading her legs to keep the lines clean, for now at least. The cream mixes a little with the liquid running down her thighs from when Tom ate her out and a part of you wonders what her pussy would taste like mixed with cream. You imagine it's like a sweet juicy passionfruit, although you have nothing to base this off.

Yet.

Sarah isn't quite done yet, the lines pointing towards her nether regions a little too subtle for her. Taking the can again she graffities a triangle of cream onto her pubic region, the bottom pointing down towards her vagina, her swollen clitoris acting as the cherry on top of her creamy sundae. Staring at it you've never felt hungrier, despite everything else Sarah has done to you you still imagine licking her thoroughly clean. Glancing around the room you see everyone else feels similarly. Matt and Nicole are silently staring and a disturbingly large tent has formed in Toms pants. Even in your lap Miranda is greedily licking her lips.

Putting the can down Sarah looks around, eagerly soaking in the attention being lavished on her, everyone's eyes trained on her garnished nipples and pussy. It seems like everyone is in the mood for dessert.