She's got mad skills, that's for sure.

Whitout losing any time, Sarah stands up and starts her preparations.
From the pocket of her pants she draws a pink elastic band that she uses to tie her thriving red mane in a more practical ponytail.
She proceed afterwards to unexpectedly unclasps her blue lace bra, savorying the group's reaction.

"What's that face? There is by any chance a rule that prevents me from taking it off? I think not." She grins towards Nicole and Miranda.

She must have tought that showing a bit more skin could give her and edge, which is pretty clever in you opion.
And hot, absolutely hot.

"Tsk, do you really think that i'll have any problems with this dare? True, i don't like to swallow, but i still enjoy giving head very much and boys always tell me how they love how i do it. They say that i'm the best ..." She teases, first caressing sensually and then squeezing gently one of her milky breasts, its pert nipple already sticking out between her fingers.

"Enough talk, get on with it."Yaps Nicole smacking soundly her hand on a surprised Miranda's naked thigh.

"H-Hey!"

"Ok, ok , realx... here, i'll even borrow you my phone. The timer app is already open, you've just to change the number of minutes."

Sarah is back again overflowing with confidence and you wonder if it's just a tactic.
With affected lazines she keenls between a never-so-impatient Tom's legs and and places her hands on his thights, ready to unbutton his pants at given signal.

"No,no,no, girl, you didn't get it right. No hands, means not hads, behind you back, or you lose." Snickers Nicole.

"How is she supposed to get the ... dragon out of his lair without using her hands?" Inquires Matt.

"Mind your business and ready a shot of vodka, you snooper."

"You really are trying to make it difficult, aren't you." Grins bitterly Sarah.

"Very well, then. It will only be more fun when my ... hurn .... hill ... home." Before finishing the sentence you see her biting Tom's zipper and pulling it open effortlessly.

"You should start the timer Nicole, don't you see she has already started." Chimes in almost whispering Miranda.

"Yeah, wait ... there, it's started. Five minutes, Sarah! Remember that' we're watching."

What happens next is something that you won't easily forget.
In a matter of seconds Sarah reveals capable of completely undoing Tom's pants and pulling them down to his knees.
All just by using her teeth and an astoundishing dose vehemence.
Aferal being with her prey...

The moment she withdraws to take a look at her job and plan her next move, Matt kneels near her, the glass in his hand, and draws it near her mouth.

"Hey, are you kidding? I was just ... ghmgfffghhhh... Fuck, Matt! I was still talking!"

The first shot is gone.
Shrugging your friend grabs the neck of the bottle and pours another glass full.
It's curious how easily he beacame Sarah's bully in this situation, but it is proably very frustrating for him to watch her blowing Tom.

After flashing a incredule bitter smile, almost of amusement you would say, Sarah bends over again and bites the blue elastic band of the douche underpants, pulling them down and exposing his cock.
With no pause this time, she bites on it too, causing Tom to flinch.

"H-hey! Careful with those teeths ..."

His expression quickly changes, letting out a long sigh of relief, when she proceeds to engulf the dozy beast, sucking its still soft meat inside her dislocated mouth like a snake with it's prey, completely, down to the base.

She stays like that for what seems an eternity, locking eyes with Tom, untill she coughs it out, doubled in size (even if still quite soft) and coated in a thick layer of her saliva.

Matt patiently waits for her to catch a bit of her breath with a stolid expression, holding the vodka shot in front of her face.

"Can i have something else for next? I'm fed up with vodka ..." She asks with a confident grin after emptying the glass from his hands.

Your friend turns to Nicole and Miranda who shurg simultaneously after consulting each other with a glance.

"I'll fetch some tequila then..."

Sarah is already back to work.
If before she looked like predator, now the beastly reseblance is with a bitch, eagerly lapping his master.
She has snuck her face under Tom's ballsack, nuzzling and nibbling with somewhat comical eagerness.

Expecting her to blow a raspberry any moment now, you have to wintness instead to the engorging heap of fesh leaven visibly.
Like in one of those videos in time lapse where a sprout grows in few seconds, the shaft steadily lifts from her face like a drawbridge, undert the shy, yet rapt glances of Nicole and Miranda.

Matt gets back just in time to see its clou, almost stumbling in the carpert at the sight.
A minaret, clad of glistening tan skin, roughly a forearm long, perpendicularly towering over his crush, still quite busy in cuddling its shaven ballsack.

You belive you can see the very moment when your friend's heart breaks.
It's the moment her mouth start to climb up on Tom's disheartening manhood, leaving behind a wet snailish trail, untill it reaches its throbbing chimney top and coyly pouts her naturally puffy lips to kiss it.

"What's on the timer? One or two miniutes?" She boasts with a smug grin afterwards.

"O-One and thirty five." Replies Miranda with what is clearly deference for her skills.

"Hey, i've got you some tequila. You like?" Simpers bitterly Matt, forcing his crush to chug down another full glass before she can even attempt to reply.

"T-Thanks, hon ... but you could have brought also some salt and lime with the tequila. I've got an idea on where to put those already ... Hic!"

Sarah's method to stop hiccups, isn't something you would suggest, not to anyone at least.
She gets back to Tom's cock forcing her head on it for the whole lenght.
Or more that would be her idea, because now that's he's at full mast, she seems to be unable to reach the base like she did before.
Also, his yelps of pleasure probably discourage her from persisting.

A couple of minutes, and quite a few shots ( Nine? Ten? You lost count ...) of all sorts of liquors, later, Sarah is still worshipping the douche totempole with delight.
She said the truth, she loves sucking cock, that's for sure.

More than tipsy, her still undeniably attractive visage turned to a mask of melted make-up and saliva, she has kept prodigiously below that line, point of no return, where Tom would have been **** to give in an cum.
Pointlessly above the 'just an hard-on' line though, but you suspect that is proably due to her kinky nature taking over, unshakled by the amount of alchool she's ingested.
Not that you could really complain of the show...

"Last round of clock, Sarah, keep going like that." Cheers Nicole, almost semingly oblivious of being the one who gave her this dare.

But the red-haired girl is wasted, almost uncounscious, revese-throat fucking Tom in autopilot.
Every time she goes down on him, the chance she might overdo it gets more real, judging by how he grunts and squirms, which is, by the way, kind of amusing to watch.

Not that she could back off again anyway ...
She's sure tough in that regard, but you're persuaded that she would risk alchool coma if she keeps drinking.