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King of Spades

"Goddamn it!" Ashley cursed as you fist pump. "The king rules over the princess," you quip and start putting your pants back on.

Ashley scoffed. "You must have had that one in your chamber for awhile, little man." She angrily threw her losing card into the muck.

You chuckled. "I don't mind being 'little man' in this instance." You zip up your fly and point to your king. "The King of Spades represents biblical David, the quintessential 'little man' who slew his foe against great odds

Ashley scoffed again. "As usual, your knowledge is superficial. In cartomancy, the reversed King of Spades is a dark-haired shyster. An infuriating authoritarian."

You smirk again and button your fly. "It's the winner's interpretation that matters. And to give you a bit more of a Bible lesson, David saw a beautiful, naked woman before taking her."

Ashely glared, but gave a begrudging nod and stood up. She frowned while mulling over which article to strip first.

"Jeans first," you said as suggestion and coolly put your hands behind your head.

As you expected, Ashley's stubbornness made her reach for her tank top shirt and pull it up.

"Slowly," you instructed.

She brought the shirt back down below her attractive bust held in a white pushup bra. "I'm calling bullshit. I didn't stipulate anything when you were the stripper."

"I'll do it in the future, if you ever win again," you reply.

Ashley's already blushing face reddened deeper. "You'll be doing all my commands after I finish this vileness!" she exclaimed.

Her hands were slightly trembling as she **** herself to gradually pull up the tank top. You took in her lovely, large breasts. With the pushup, you weren't sure how perky they were, but it seemed like they would lower only a little. You were anxious to have that idea confirmed. She also had well-toned abs from her physical activity.

"I'm not bouncing or jiggling, even that's what your pervy mind is thinking about, Bol," she said after seeing you leer at her.

"Actually, I was thinking about your stomach..." you stopped yourself from adding D.B. or even Princess. Maybe because you were half-lying, maybe some other reason. "Maybe a slow turn around after the jeans, though."

Ashley looked like she was going to refuse, but then it was her turn to stop herself. "To demonstrate my commitment here, so I don't have you chickening out when you're my **** until the sunrise...." she undid her fly; Ashley pulled her jeans down without haste. Though her legs were athletic and lovely, your attention was on her sizeable cleavage as she leaned forward as she stepped out of the jeans.

She turned around slowly to reveal a butt that completed the package of an irresistible nymph. As firm and well-rounded as an young woman he had ever seen in the Corps or at the gym. Like with the pushup bra, the red thong was interloper you would love to see go.

"Well, I managed to do that without vomiting. Now, deal," she said as she sat down. With an effort, she resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her arms or crossing her legs.

You nod and comply.