Rough

Mirandas hand feels so soft and warm held by your own that you decide you want to know how it feels pressed against your cock. Without warning you take her hand from near your face and bring it down to your erection, forcing her slender fingers to wrap around its base. Or at least to try to wrap around it. Your cock is so thick that one feminine hand is not enough to encircle it. When they realize what you've done all the girls sigh in disappointed unison. "Way to ruin the moment John." Sarah groans. "Typical man." Nicole adds, rolling her eyes. Miranda however, doesn't say anything and you can tell by the way her fingers flex slightly around your cock that her disappointment might not be entirely sincere.

While the girls are disheartened by your sudden brutish display the boys laugh at their plight. "Looks like John's got some balls after all." Tom guffaws. You don't respond to him or anyone else, your focus is still on Miranda and her hand pressed against your dick. Holding her hand with your own much larger one you **** her to move slowly up and down your shaft. Your cock throbs from the sensation as her delicate fingers trace along your length. As you make her jerk you off her eyes are locked on your cock, seemingly marveling at how huge it is compared to her hand.

Taking advantage of her distracted state you lean your face close to hers, close enough to smell her flowery perfume, and whisper into her ear. "Your hand feels so good Miranda." You murmur into her ear, so closely that you could almost lick her ear lobe. In between whispers you release your grip on Mirandas hand, allowing her to move up and down your shaft without **** "Do you like this? Do you like stroking my big cock?" You ask, making her blush and shake her head slightly as a weak denial. "Then why are you still doing it?" You whisper, making her realize that you've let go completely and her hand is moving of her own accord. To your surprise she doesn't release your cock straight away, instead her smooth movements up and down just falter and halt.

With Mirandas hand still on your cock you decide it's only fair that you get to grab something of hers. Quietly you lower your right hand to grab her ass, squeezing it firmly as she squirms in your lap. She gasps softly and her grip tightens a little on your shaft but besides that she hides your groping from the watchful eyes of the others. Enjoying the soft firmness of her cheeks you continue feeling her up, cupping and squeezing her toned ass as her hand trembles on your cock and she wriggles on your thigh. After one more hard squeeze of her ass that makes her tightly squeeze your dick you decide to end the dare by once more whispering in her ear. "That'll do for now Miranda, but next time I want more than just your hand." Your words make her blush again and she reluctantly relinquishes her grasp on your cock. With your hand on her butt you push her up and out of your lap and towards the middle of the room.

The **** of your push makes her take a couple of stumbling steps but she quickly regains her balance and, without looking at anyone else, she grabs the hat from the table and quickly returns to her seat. As she sits she lowers her head a little, hiding behind her long hair like a brown curtain to conceal her shameful blush. Still avoiding eye contact she reaches into the hat and draws a new slip.