Lyshia FOR THE WIN

Lyshia won with a triumphant twirl swaying her hips with a sublte ‘woot woot’ a loud SMACK! On Simon’s behind ,who was starting to get a little worried about this situation shaking as he peeled off his shirt Lyshia collecting her underware and replacing them as she watched that fit frame of her trim roommate biting her bottom lip imagining all she had to work with.

Much to her dismay this was the first time he’d been this undressed in the apartment, usually scampering from the shower in a bath robe, piquing her curiosity and fuelling her desire to fleece Simon of his clothes among other things but settling to see all that skin was the least she’d accept but now…now she HAD to have more.

Simon looking back to Lyshia who’d pulled her tight panties back up “Hey those weren’t the rules!”

“Oh really!” She challenged knowing she was changing the rules but Simon’s steady nursing on his second beverage meant he’d be a little fuzzy on the details. “Those were the rules don’t start bullshitting me roomy, now let go someone’s still dressed.” She pushed him back into place for the last round, after that the real fun would start.