Scissors!

Lacey needs a plan to save herself from a deep dicking. She dangles about a foot above Danny D and his hard cock, the swing swaying from her horny squirming. The overhead monitors go to showing a replay of Danny D’s bell-shaped cockhead rubbing over her pussy, the tip smearing precum across her slick outer lips. With a beet-red blush, heat rises in her cheeks as Lacey tries to avoid looking at the screens, her thighs clamped shut to try and hide her soaked pussy.

She has no plan. No great strategy to come out the victor with $200k in prize money. As Lacey looks up to Manli, the other girl’s swing a good couple of feet higher than hers, she can’t help but imagine the black-haired girl watching her take big dick after big dick in all her tight holes. For the sake of her own pride (and her pussy—that monster of a cock is too close to overlook how deep it would fuck her), Lacey has to win now. She needs to win outright. Even a tie right now would drop her into the hardest fucking of her life.

With her eyes closed, Lacey throws scissors. Her logic here boils down to a simple fact: it’s the only move she hasn’t tried. Every other move put her closer to fucking Danny D, so why not let scissors be the one to drop her down onto all ten inches of his cock? Under her breath, the redhead repeats something of a mantra, saying, “I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked, I’m so fucked…”

When she hears little feminine grunts and moans, little ‘ughs’ and ‘ahs,’ Lacey blushes more, thinking they’re hers. She covers her eyes and then peeks out between her fingers, shocked to see Manli’s swing level with her own, a blushing Manli squirming about as that fat slob of a staff member reaches up with thick sausage fingers to toy with the girl’s pussy. With zero tact, Lacey says, “Oh fuck girl, he’s fingering you!”

Manli has her face scrunched up with the effort of someone trying to keep from crying out. To Lacey, she says, “Gee, ya think? What kind of frickin’ moron does rock paper scissors in that exact order?!” The fat slob shifts some below Manli and she jerks upright, shouting down at him, “Keep your thumb outta my ass!”

Below Lacey, Danny D chuckles. He then says into his mic, “We have a nail-biter here, people! The next one to lose will get fucked! If I know the kinks of my friend over there, Manli may find that perky ass of hers full of more than fingers!” After reaching up to the girl over him, Danny D works his fingers between Lacey’s closed thighs, a throaty whimper coming from the freckled redhead. “Course, my money’s on them tying again and dropping down together to get fucked!” With his fingertips, he strokes Lacey’s hot pussy. “I’ll ask one last time, ladies. Ready? Rock… paper… scissors!”