Kisses

Tom decides to take it to the next level, a devilish grin on his face. "Simon says, everyone kiss two pussies," he declares, his voice filled with anticipation.

The room falls silent, the weight of his command sinking in. You can feel the tension rise, everyone processing what he just said. The stakes have never been higher, and the choice Tom has presented is stark: either Sarah has to expose herself voluntary, or her friends will have to lose the round - together with teir last piece of clothing.

Sarah looks around, her face a mix of shock and apprehension. She glances at Nicole and Miranda, then back at Tom. "Are you serious?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. Tom nods, not losing his smirk. "Dead serious, Sarah. It's your choice."

Nicole and Miranda exchange worried glances, realizing the predicament. "Sarah, you don't have to do this," Miranda says softly.

Sarah takes a deep breath, her mind racing. "If I don't, you all lose the round," she murmurs, weighing her options.

You watch as the decision weighs heavily on her. Nicole steps closer, placing a reassuring hand on Sarah's shoulder. "We'll get through this together, whatever you decide," she says firmly.

Sarah looks at her friends, then back at Tom, determination setting in her eyes. "Alright," she says, her voice stronger now. "I'll do it."

Everyone watches intently as Sarah takes a step forward. She kneels down between Nicole and Miranda, her movements deliberate and slow. She glances up at them, seeking silent approval, which they give with subtle nods.

Sarah leans in, placing a soft kiss on Nicole’s exposed pussy. Nicole gasps softly, her body shivering at the intimate touch. Sarah then turns to Miranda, repeating the action, her lips brushing against Miranda's delicate flesh. Miranda lets out a quiet moan.

Sarah walks over to Matt and whispers something in his ear. You can't hear what she says, but you see Matt nod slowly, a determined look on his face. He reaches out and undoes the button of Sarah's jeans, sliding the zipper down. The room holds its breath as he pulls the denim down her legs, revealing her bare pussy.

Matt leans in, his lips brushing against her intimate area. At first, it seems like just a kiss, but Sarah's reaction makes it clear that he is doing much more with his tongue. Her head tilts back, eyes closing as a soft moan escapes her lips. Her hands rest on Matt's shoulders, fingers gripping tightly as she tries to maintain her balance.

The sight is electrifying, every movement between them charged with a mix of anticipation and pleasure. Even though you can't see the details, Sarah's reactions paint a vivid picture. Her breathing quickens, her body shuddering with each flick of Matt's tongue.

Nicole and Miranda watch with a mix of fascination and arousal, their own bodies responding to the erotic display in front of them. Tom, still standing with that infuriating smirk, seems pleased with how the game has turned out. His eyes flicker between the participants, taking in every detail.

You can't tear your gaze away from Sarah and Matt. The intimacy of the moment is overwhelming, a private act laid bare for everyone to witness. It’s clear that Matt's actions are driving Sarah to the edge, her moans growing louder, more urgent.

You’re still lying on the floor, watching Sarah and Matt. You’re so focused on them that you don’t notice Miranda approaching until she suddenly sits on your face. Her skirt falls around your head, blocking your view and plunging you into darkness. You can feel the heat of her body, her pussy pressing against your mouth.

Instinctively, you open your lips, your tongue tentatively tracing along her labia. Miranda lets out a soft moan, her hips moving slightly, pressing herself closer to you. The taste of her arousal fills your senses, and you can feel her growing wetter with each flick of your tongue.

Just as you start to lose yourself in the sensation, you feel a brief touch at your crotch, a fleeting caress that sends a shiver up your spine. It’s gone as quickly as it came, leaving you wondering who it was.

Miranda’s breathing becomes more ragged, her hands gripping your haed as she rides your face. You can hear the muffled sounds of the others in the room, but everything else fades away, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment.

You savor the feeling of her slick folds against your tongue, exploring her most sensitive areas with gentle strokes. Her moans grow louder, more ****, and you know she’s close. But before she can reach her peak, she pulls away, leaving you gasping for breath.

As you adjust to the light again, you see Miranda giving you a satisfied smile. She leans down and plants a soft, tender kiss on your lips, the taste of her still lingering there. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice filled with gratitude and something more.