Yuri’s one weakness

With more and more of each other’s clothes getting stripped off, a curtain feeling of auroral is in the air. Most of the girls are down to their underwear, or they have two pieces of clothing left.

Along with the ****, the only thing driving the women now is getting the other down to nothing.

Sarah, while being no where near as drunk as the other girls, does feel the adrenaline and rush of stripping herself and the others down to nothing but their birthday suits. Part of her wants to get everyone, especially Emily, completely naked.

Of course, she isn’t too forthcoming about the idea, so she decides to target the one who most likely would enjoy being naked.

“Truth or Dare, Yur?” Sarah asks.

“Dare!” Yuri exclaims.

Sarah smiles as she knows exactly how to make Yuri fail.

“I dare you to eat a spoonful of mustard without gagging!” Sarah says.

Yuri’s confidence crumbles as she hears the word mustard.

“Ewwwwww! Dude, you can’t make me do that!” Yuri says, wholeheartedly against the dare. Even the thought of mustard causes Yuri to gag.

“Come on Yur, you might as well try before taking something off,” Sarah says.

“I guess that’s the rules then…” Yuri says in defeat.

Sarah rushes to the kitchen, grabbing a spoon from a drawer as she opens the fridge. She looks inside the contraption of frost, finding the mustard with ease.

She then skips back to the living room, smile on her face as she gets to see Yuri outside her comfort zone.

“Here, hold this.” Sarah hands Yuri the spoon. Yuri just looks absentmindedly ahead, trying not to think about her dare.

Sarah then squeezes the mustard bottle, slowly letting out the yellow mustard out of the bottle. The sound alone makes Yuri almost puke.

Sarah then takes the spoon away from Yuri, and points the mustard covered spoon toward her.

“Open wide!” Sarah says as she drives the spoon toward Yuri’s mouth.

Yuri shakes and closes her eyes as she awaits her mustard-y doom.

Once the spoon enters her mouth, and the top of her mouth touches the mustard, Yuri gags aggressively. She leans back, forcing the spoon out of her mouth.

“Ifhthfhfj! Disgusting!” Yuri says, her eyes still closed.

The others laugh at Yuri’s severely over the top reaction as she practically climbs backwards on the chair’s surface.

“Well, you know what you gotta do!” Jessica chimes in.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…. You all wanna see my boobs that badly, huh?” Yuri jokes. She coughs in between sentences as she recovers from gagging so much.

Yuri reaches behind her back with both of her hands. It takes her a couple of seconds, but eventually, she unclips the back of her bra strap.

She slowly, and sexily pulls down her shoulder straps one at a time before pulling her arms through. She then throws her bra toward Jessica, who wasn’t prepared to get hit.

“Ow!” Jessica says before throwing the bra in the clothes pile.

Yuri’s E cup breasts were nice and supple. They look soft to the touch and just big enough to require more than one hand to cover a singular boob. Her pink nipples were noticeable sharp, probably due to her own arousal.

“Y’all enjoying these puppies?” Yuri, without shame, shakes her breasts as she sways her torso from side to side. Her breasts move from side to side with great weight and elasticity.

Sarah was laughing the whole way through Yuri’s little strip tease, but Jessica on the other hand was beet red. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Yuri’s bouncing breasts. Casandra and Emily seem mostly indifferent to their topless friend.

Yuri pours herself a shot, bending her torso over and letting her tits dangle in front of Jessica intentionally.

She downs the shot without a worry.