Yes

"Good," Kylie said, her smile widening. "Now, let's see who can make the other cum first."

Payton felt a twinge of inadequacy at the mention of Dan's superpower, his ability to hold back his orgasm, something she hadn't been able to do during their secret poolside tryst. She watched as he reached for her, his eyes dark with lust, his hand caressing her breasts with a gentle yet firm touch. Despite her earlier failure, she was determined to win this game, to prove herself worthy of Kylie's challenge.

Her own hand trembled slightly as it reached for Dan's cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick, velvety shaft. She stroked him slowly, her eyes flicking to Kylie's to gauge her friend's reaction. Kylie's gaze was intense, a silent challenge that spurred Payton on. She picked up the pace, her hand moving in a smooth rhythm that had Dan's breath hitching.

Meanwhile, Dan's talented fingers began to trace patterns on Payton's inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her dripping wet pussy. She could feel her muscles tighten in anticipation, her breathing growing more ragged with every passing second. He was a master of tease, and she knew he was going to make her beg for it.

As if reading her mind, Dan's hand slid over her folds, his thumb circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure. Payton gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. He had always had a way of making her cum with just his fingers, and she had no doubt that tonight would be no exception.

The sensation grew, building like a crescendo, until she was panting and squirming under his touch. She could feel her orgasm approaching like a freight train, her entire body tightening with anticipation. Kylie's eyes never left hers, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she watched her friend succumb to the pleasure.

Payton's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming as the climax hit her like a tidal wave. Her body shook violently, her muscles spasming around Dan's fingers, which had plunged into her wet heat. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing as she rode the wave of pleasure, her hand tightening around his cock in reflex.

"Looks like Payton wins," Kylie said, her voice smug yet laced with arousal. Payton's eyes snapped open to meet Kylie's, the thrill of victory warring with the guilt of cheating with her friend's husband. But the look in Kylie's eyes was anything but anger or betrayal—it was pure, unbridled lust.