The Grand Finale

"Good," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Payton's face. "Now, for the grand finale."

" You may swallow slut!" Kylie commanded Payton.

With a flick of her wrist, Kylie gestured for Dan to lie back down, his cock standing proudly. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his face, her pussy hovering just out of reach of his eager mouth. "Lick me," she ordered, her voice a sultry command. "And don't stop until I tell you to."

"Yes, mistress," he played along, his tongue darting out to trace the length of her slit. Payton watched, her own arousal spiking as she saw the hungry look in Dan's eyes as he tasted Kylie. She felt a strange thrill at the sight, a mix of envy and desire that made her want to push Kylie out of the way and climb on top of him herself.

But she knew better than to disobey. This was their night, their game, and she was a willing participant. She waited, her hand still wrapped around Dan's cock, stroking him gently as Kylie's hips began to rock against his mouth. The wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in her own chest.

Payton watched as Kylie's body began to tense, her breathing growing more ragged with every stroke of Dan's tongue. The sight was mesmerizing, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the pleasure her friend was receiving. But the rules were clear, and she knew her place in this twisted dance of desire.

Kylie's orgasm was like a storm breaking, her body going limp as the waves of pleasure washed over her. She collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Dan, ever the obedient lover, didn't miss a beat, his mouth moving to her clit, lapping up her juices with a hunger that was palpable. Payton felt her own need growing, her hand tightening around Dan's shaft as she watched him pleasure her friend.