The game continues

The boys get the ball halfway down the field before Olora, a tall athletic black girl with long dark braids and a gorgeous rounded ass, swings in from the side to steal it. "Hey, boys!" she calls over her shoulder, bolting back up towards their goal. "Hope you look good in pink!"

That must be something to do with the forfeit. She seems confident. Time to challenge her a little. You press a button and her shorts vanish, leaving her in her powerball jersey and pale yellow panties with a little lace trimming down the sides. Pretty fancy for a sports game. Must be her lucky underwear.

The confident grin is wiped off Olora's face as she feels the breeze on her long legs, and realises she's just been depantsed in front of a cheering audience. She's thrown off her stride, and the ball slides between her feet, tripping her over and flinging her face-first into a puddle of mud. As she emerges, sputtering, the boys have already regained possession.

They stampede towards the goal, where the girls' goalie, a curvy redhead called Pettara, stands in wait. The defenders are on the move, forcing the boy with the ball to keep his distance. She raises her hands above her head, ready to intercept a flying kick. He'll have to work hard if he wants to get it past her.

Maybe you can give him a hand.

Suddenly, Pettara's jersey disappears, along with her sports bra. Crimson spots shine in her pretty cheeks as her full breasts bounce free, round and heavy and milk-pale and tipped with pretty pink nipples. The crowd cheers as they see her flash her tits to the whole court.

Her first instinct is to lower her hands. But if she does that, she won't be able to intercept the ball. You can see the inner struggle play out on her face as the boy lines up a kick. She's not sure what's worse - showing everyone her boobs, or letting him score a goal.