Ethan

Mia grabbed a bottle of vodka from the coffee table, her bare breasts bouncing with her quick movements. Let's see where the bottle decides our fate! she giggled, her voice still carrying that bubbly, slightly tipsy lilt. She spun the bottle in the center of the circle.

It spun wildly, the glass clicking against the wood, before slowing down and pointing its neck directly at Ethan.

“Oh, perfect!” The boys cheer, clapping their hands together. “Ethan, you're the lucky winner. Or loser, depending on how you look at it!”

She reached for a silk scarf she found on the side table and a pair of noise-canceling headphones. “Because you're the 'winner,' you have to be completely sensory-deprived for the next four rounds. No seeing, no hearing!”

Mia worked with focused concentration, her own breasts swinging freely as she looped the scarf around Ethan’s head. She tied it snugly, ensuring he couldn't peek, and then slid the bulky headphones over his ears. “There! Now you're officially out of the loop, babe” she giggled, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet room.

The moment the last knot was tied, the atmosphere shifted from playful to predatory. Before she could react, two pairs of strong arms reached out simultaneously.

“My turn” Tyler growled, his voice low and husky.

With practiced ease, two of the guys grabbed her waist and hoisted her up, settling her firmly onto their laps. Mia let out a startled yelp, her backside landing on one man's muscular thighs while another held her steady against his chest.