Pretty hot, but mostly pretty tight!

Erica leaned forward, her freckled cheeks flushed with mischief. "I dare you to let me tie you to that chair," she said, pointing to the sturdy wooden one by the desk, "and let each of us take turns teasing you—however we want—until you beg us to stop."

Cathy’s breath hitched. Her pulse thrummed in her throat, her skin suddenly too warm under the gazes of six eager girls. She glanced at the chair, then back at Erica, whose green eyes sparkled with challenge.

"O-okay," Cathy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sam clapped her hands together. "Yes! This is gonna be fun."

Erica grabbed a silk scarf from Jo’s stash—this one a deep red—and guided Cathy to the chair. The blonde’s legs trembled as she sat, her plush thighs pressing together nervously. Erica knelt, tying Cathy’s wrists to the armrests with practiced knots, her fingers brushing teasingly over the soft skin of Cathy’s inner wrists.

"Comfy?" Erica smirked.

Cathy swallowed. "Y-yeah."

"Good." Erica stood, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Cathy’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her full breasts straining against the thin fabric of her lacy white bra. Her nipples were already stiff peaks, visible through the delicate embroidery.

Anita, still gloriously nude, sauntered over first. "Let’s start simple," she purred, tracing a finger along Cathy’s collarbone. The touch sent a shiver down the blonde’s spine. Anita’s fingers dipped lower, skimming the swell of Cathy’s breasts before pinching a nipple through the lace.

"Ah!" Cathy gasped, arching into the touch.

Anita chuckled, her dark eyes gleaming. "Sensitive, huh?" She leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over Cathy’s ear. "I wonder how wet you already are."

Before Cathy could respond, Anita’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers pressing firmly against the damp fabric of her panties. Cathy whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily.

"Yep," Anita confirmed with a grin, pulling back. "Soaked."

Allison was next, her lithe body sliding onto Cathy’s lap. The black girl straddled her, their chests pressing together, and Cathy could feel the heat of Allison’s bare skin against her own. Allison’s fingers tangled in Cathy’s golden hair, tilting her head back.

"Open," Allison commanded, her voice low.

Cathy obeyed, her lips parting just as Allison crushed their mouths together. The kiss was deep, hungry, Allison’s tongue claiming hers with possessive strokes. Cathy moaned, her body straining against the bonds, her thighs squeezing around Allison’s hips.

When Allison finally pulled away, Cathy was breathless, her lips swollen.

Suki approached shyly, her delicate fingers trailing down Cathy’s arm. "May I…?" she murmured, her dark eyes flicking to Cathy’s breasts.

"God, yes," Cathy panted.

Suki’s touch was feather-light, her fingers tracing the outline of Cathy’s bra before slipping underneath. She cupped Cathy’s breasts, her thumbs circling the stiff peaks, her touch so gentle it was maddening. Cathy whimpered, her back arching, silently begging for more.

Then Jo’s hands were on her, her fingers deftly unclasping Cathy’s bra. The fabric fell away, leaving Cathy’s breasts bare, her pink nipples pebbled and aching. Jo leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Cathy’s ear.

"Breathe," Jo whispered before her mouth closed around Cathy’s nipple, sucking hard.

Cathy cried out, her hips bucking. Jo’s tongue swirled, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and Cathy’s thighs trembled, her arousal dripping between them.

Sam and Erica moved in unison, each taking one of Cathy’s legs. They untied her ankles, spreading them wide, exposing her soaked white panties to the room. Erica hooked her fingers into the waistband, dragging them down slowly, letting the fabric cling for a moment before finally pulling them free.

Cathy’s pussy glistened, her blonde curls damp with arousal.

"Fuck, she’s pretty," Sam breathed, her fingers tracing Cathy’s inner thighs.

Erica grinned. "Let’s see how long she lasts."

Then their mouths were on her, Sam’s tongue lapping at Cathy’s folds while Erica sucked her clit. Cathy screamed, her back bowing off the chair, her wrists straining against the silk ties. The twins worked in perfect sync, their tongues devouring her, their fingers teasing her entrance.

Cathy’s vision blurred, pleasure coiling tight in her belly. "I—I can’t—!"

"Beg," Erica demanded between licks. "Beg us to stop."

Cathy sobbed, her body trembling on the edge. "P-please… stop…!"

The twins pulled back instantly, leaving Cathy gasping, her body throbbing with unmet need.

Erica stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Your turn, Cathy. Pick someone."

Cathy’s chest heaved, her blue eyes dark with lust. She licked her lips, her gaze landing on—

"Sam," she breathed. "Truth or dare?"

Sam smirked. "Dare, obviously."