Terri had no intention of leaving without what she had come for— what she had ALREADY cum for. Marigold’s panties belonged to her sooner than they belonged to these stranger pervs, but it seemed like she was going to have to compromise if she wanted that underwear.
“I could show you my boobs,” Terri said, putting her fingers under the hem of her shirt. There wasn’t much there to actually show, but these losers would accept anything, no doubt.
“No dice,” Paul said, waving his phone in front of her face. “Already seen ‘em.” On the screen was the photo of her lying against Mari’s bed with her hands over her had and her chest glazed with white.
Terri glared at Jakey. He shrugged. “Hey, a work of art shouldn’t be kept cooped up on only one phone.” She hated that she actually appreciated the compliment, but unfortunately for her privacy, the boy knew how the game was played.
“I could...” Terri racked her mind. What would these perverts accept? What did she have to offer these complete strangers? She would have to figure something out because Marigold’s underwear might slip out of her reach forever if she didn’t act fast.
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