After a raucous dinner at Monica's, the gang lounged in her apartment trading barbs. Monica watched Chandler fetch everyone's drinks without protest, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Chandler," she said, inventing a game on the spot, "let's play 'Command and Conquer'—I give orders, you follow, and the last one laughing wins. Sound fun, or are you too chicken?" Chandler smirked, oblivious. "Bring it on, Geller. I never back down from a challenge."
The others chuckled as Monica started light: "Chandler, stand up and spin." He did, earning laughs, but her eyes gleamed with hidden intent. "Now, fetch my purse from the bedroom—quickly." He obeyed without question, and tension simmered as she whispered to him alone, "See? You love taking orders, don't you?" Their witty banter flew: "Only when it gets me out of dish duty," he quipped, but Monica pressed, "Try harder, Bing. Or admit you're mine to command."
As the gang drifted to the kitchen for dessert, Monica cornered him. "Chandler, kiss me like you mean it." The kiss ignited, her hands dominant yet teasing, guiding his to her ass. "Feel how wet I am already?" she murmured. He groaned, hard against her, as she unzipped him. "On your knees—give me that blowjob I've earned."
Chandler dropped, tongue exploring her dripping pussy while she panted commands. "Suck harder, or I'll make you beg." Sweating and horny, she pulled him up, straddling his cock as it thrust deep. They moved frantically, her on top, controlling every grind. "Don't you dare come until I say," she ordered, but he couldn't hold, filling her as she came with a shudder.
Panting, bodies slick, Monica grinned. "Game over—for now."
"Next round's going to get even more interesting, Chandler."
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