How'd Sam see it?

Sam wasn't a dumb girl by any stretch. She wouldn't last in the ring if she couldn't strategize. But when the prospect of sex was on the table, from a personal wet dream all but asking for it, logic tended to take a back seat. Realistically, Sam concluded, there's two options: This IS a wet dream and there's no consquences, or Ramona is playing the ultimate game of chicken. Sam was never one to back down from a challenge, especially one she convinced herself of. "Mona, it's hard to take in all that you're saying. I mean look how you're draped across me now, and a face like that...are you trying to kiss me?" She suggested jokingly.

"Yes." Ramona panted her bright eyes close in bliss as her full, wet lips pressed desperately against Sam's shocked, but soon cooperative lips. Ramona's eager tongue slipped into Sam's mouth, and she was more than happy to suck it deeper into her mouth, lashing it with her own tongue, another type of fight she was sure to win. Ramona released a high pitched squeal into Sam's mouth, her juicy lips retreating to nibble and suck Sam's lower lip. She feels the whore's long nails graze and scratch at her hard abs, her tickling fingers splayed to touch as much muscle as possible. Sam shivered at Ramona's submissive actions, feeling her melt against her body, rubbing as much skin as she could on Sam. after a few more minutes of slurping kisses and mewling moans, it's actually Sam who end up pulling away, needing to catch her breath. Ramona is really selling this. "Wow ok, Mona. I may be starting to believe you, but if you bail out now cuz I'm feeling generous, I'm gonna be a little annoyed." Sam still remained casual, hoping this would get her the confirmation she needs to not hold back on the fun.

"I'm dead serious, Samantha." Ramona said with half lidded eyes and panting breath, and for the first time Sam noticed Ramona's tone certainly didn't match her actions. No matter now perky her tits looked, how high her heels were, or how **** her made up face looked, Ramona was not doing this. "But I suck at the game and only a win can remove these curses." Ramona had settled back on her heels, sitting like an obedient little sex doll, her body slightly drooping from the lack of kissing. "Before you came in, I had to choose an audience while I played, and one of you guys was better than strangers." Ramona pouted. *PING!* Ramona's phone chimed merrily. She gazed at her phone with a bright smile, immediately perking up. "Oh god!" she moaned "I haven't played since the audience choice. It gives you a Major punishment if you don't play. Shit!" She nibbles a finger cutely, occasionally slipping it deeper into her pillowy lips to suck it lewdly. Sam had to remember there was foul play, or she'd end up just kissing this tease again.

"Damn Mona. can you sit still for a second? You're giving me mixed signals." Sam pleads, peeling her eyes away from the show sharing a bed with her, and focusing on Ramona's phone, reading the notification. "Also...I played a round for you. I figured you could use a hand. and I was right." she chuckled. "Let's see, 'If you won't play with her, we will. Begin the next round'. Should I take this one?" Sam asked, seeing Ramona sat patiently on her heels, hands wringing anxiously on her knees.

"Yes." Ramona blurted, a quizzical smile on her face, continuing to bounce slightly off her perky cheeks. "What was the punishment you gave me?" She asked cheerily.

Sam's focus was pulled back to Ramona's phone. It was vibrating, but at a really low setting, like a whisper. On the screen, the sexy Ramona avatar is bent forward invitingly, showing off the slow sway of her tits. She beckons Sam forward, gesturing to the text box above her, which read:

'Let's play together ;)' Below the words was a round button with a green triangle, pointing right. A play button. Sam read the sentence one more time. Sam recalled the list of punishments. 'Dancing Queen'. "Uuuuuuum..." is Sam's quickest response to Ramona's question. She presses her thumb to the screen. 'Connecting...' the screen now read, the avatar clapping and hopping with delight, displaying its breasts with each flounce. Across the room, a green light starts to blink. Sam looks to see Ramona's speaker starting up. She gulps, suddenly eager to see what will happen. ^connecting to GL Beatz^ spoke up from the vanity. "I needed to do something before it let me play." Sam confessed, readying for the round about to begin. As the round counted down to starting, a trashy club song started pounding through the bedroom, eliciting a rather positive reaction from Ramona as the bed bounces from her happy clapping and jiggling. Sam wanted to ogle the upcoming performance, but had to pull her eyes back to the phone as it whispered another vibration to her. Another message, poised to start.

'A Major punishment for her is a Major bonus for you!'

The avatar was posed against a wall, palms planted high above her head and feet spread wide. It arched its back to reveal a glistened slit and brown star. It looks over its shoulder with a pleading look. Sam looked up at Ramona, weighing her current dilemma. The cheerslut is currently on all fours, presenting the same slit and star Sam just saw. Ramona tosses her hair over her shoulder and glares back at her. "You better win." She winked enticingly. It's not her choice, Sam tries to remember. The phone is buzzing softly in her hand, providing a strange comfort. All she had to do was win a few times and she could fix things. What harm was there in having a little fun? The buzzing in her hand grows stronger, and Sam cancels out of the current round, looking back up at her show.

Ramona was now rising slowly to her feet and presenting her toned legs to the wrestler, who watched her bare snatch slowly retreating between her cheeks. She could feel her mouth watering. Ramona shook her cute little ass, making her large globes slap together a few times before making her way to the center of the room. She twirls on her toes expertly, allowing her clothes to reveal their hidden treasures. Sam thought about what Ramona's hard nipples taste like. Ramona started her dance with the pulsing music, matching every beat and tempo change like this was one of her cheer routines. Sam was completely engrossed in watching her roommate twerk like it was her job, her mind raced with what she could make Ramona do for her, to her. "Pay attention!" Snapped Sam back to reality. Seeing Ramona glare as she juggled her tits to the beat, was more erotic than Sam thought it would be, but she looked down at the app and pretended to play, observing the slot machine now on the screen. Three wheels, three questions marks. The Ramona avatar was squirming in bliss, her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolled back in anticipation. One hand mauls a tit and the other digs under its skirt aggressively. The handle of the machine flashes invitingly, temptingly. Sam felt herself smirk as she dragged her finger along the screen. The vibration of the rumbling phone tingles through her whole arm with an energizing ****.

While the punishments are generated, Sam looks up to see Ramona has kicked her dance into a higher gear, throwing her curvy body in erotic bliss. Sam was hypnotized by Ramona's thrashing knockers, her long nipples point in sporadic directions. The wheels of the slot machine fall into place, and Ramona ends on a gorgeous pose, hip popped to the side and breasts groped roughly. Shortly she collapses to her knees, slumping forward like a slut awaiting her client. "How'd. You. Do?" Sam hears from the exhausted dancer.