You lean back in the chair, pulse racing, as Rachel flashes that wicked grin and lines up her dozen friends—strong, laughing women all bent over in a row, faces turned toward you so every reaction plays out in vivid detail. "We won fair and square, ladies," Rachel announces, strapping on the thick harness with confident hands. "Time to pay up. And don't worry, I'll make it worth the bet."
"Speak for yourself," teases Mia, the boldest of the bunch, wiggling her ass playfully. "I'm not the one who's going to be dripping and panting by round three." The others chuckle, good-natured and horny, trading sharp jabs about who's toughest while you feel your cock twitch hard at the sight. Rachel catches your eye and winks. "Eyes on their faces, babe. That's the deal."
She starts with Lena, pressing the slick tip against her ass and easing in slow. Lena's eyes widen, a sharp gasp escaping as the strap-on stretches her. "Fuck, Rachel—warn a girl! That's intense," she pants, but her voice stays strong, laced with a grin. "Deeper. I can take it." Rachel thrusts harder, the wet sounds filling the room as Lena's face flushes with pleasure, sweat beading on her brow.
"Look at you, all cocky," Rachel fires back wittily, gripping Lena's hips. "Your pussy's probably dripping just from watching." She picks up pace, the strap-on pounding Lena's ass until Lena comes with a shuddering moan, face twisting in ecstasy right in front of you. The next friend, Sophia, bites her lip in anticipation. "My turn—don't hold back. I want to see if this beats my own toys."
Rachel obliges, sliding into Sophia's ass with firm, deliberate strokes that make her strong frame tremble. "God, that's hitting every spot," Sophia groans, eyes locked on yours as sweat glistens on her skin. "Your wife's got skills, but I'm not submitting easy." The room echoes with panting and witty banter as Rachel works through a few more, each thrust building the heat until your own hard cock strains against your pants.
By the time Rachel reaches the middle of the line, the air is thick with the scent of sex, friends' asses glistening and their faces a mix of surprise and raw pleasure. One moans about how unprepared she was for the intensity, yet pushes back greedily. Rachel laughs, driving deeper. "Told you it would blow your mind—and maybe your load."
As the first round peaks with another friend coming hard, Rachel glances at you, strap-on still buried deep. "This is just the warm-up, love. We've got all night—and the rest of the bet to collect."
The real games haven't even started yet.
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