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he said, watching my lips part. I chewed slowly, my tongue flicking out to catch sauce, and his eyes darkened. Riley laughed, wiping his hand on my thigh instead of a napkin, his palm lingering to squeeze the muscle there. After, they cleared the boxes and pulled out a deck of cards. “Poker,” Jordan announced, shuffling with strong hands. “Strip version. The loser sheds something.” My stomach dropped. “Wait, what? No way.” Riley leaned in, his breath on my neck. “Come on, little bro. It's just us. Builds character.” His fingers traced my collarbone lightly, sending sparks down my chest.

"Can you explain the rules of your game to me?" "We have a slave serving under the table. The winner of each hand gets two minutes of oral service for winning the hand. If we have enough slaves, they switch after a half hour so no one's stuck on their knees too long. Usually take a break midpoint to drain the lizard. Around 11:00, we stop play and if a slave is being auctioned, we hold the auction, we usually sell each of the slave's holes individually. The winning bid usually has the use of that slave's services for fifteen minutes, or one orgasm, whichever comes last. A couple times the slave has been sold for the night to be returned at ten the next morning. Whoever is at the house where

"You two should definitely join us." “What are we playing?” Vanessa asked Jake grinned wickedly. "Strip poker with a twist. Lose a hand, lose an item of clothing. But..." he held up a shot glass, "if someone wants to keep their clothes, they can offer their body as a shot glass instead." "Different body parts are worth different items of clothing," a guy added. "Like, neck is worth a sock, belly button is worth a shirt..." "And other spots are worth... more." Jake winked at Vanessa who blew him a kiss.

‘But damn, it's a game I want to win. “I like Slippery Nipple,” I said, my voice tight, struggling not to let it crack under the weight of what we were saying. My mind was racing, trying to stay composed. Arlene’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in just a little closer. “Well, I also know Blowjob,” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

yells Aurelia over the music as she pulls me in further inside the house. We find Celeste, Aurelia's cousin in the kitchen in the middle of a drinking game Flip, Sip or Strip. By the look of it, she's already buzzed and lost half her clothing already. Flip, sip or strip is a game where you flip a coin and call head or tail before it lands. If you guess wrong, you must drink or strip an article of clothing. If you guess right, you can pass the coin to your left or choose to go again. If you go again and guess right the second time, you can choose anybody to drink or strip. You can't choose to do the same thing twice in a row.

Amelia looked at Veronica. “It’s honestly so gross.” Veronica sighed. “However, I am forcing myself to accept it, but really. Whiskey is much better tasting.” “Whatever. Let’s do some gamboling.” Lilith held up a bag of poker chips that she found at the bar. “I’m down.” Amelia scooted to the edge of her eat. Veronica moved to the floor, beside Lilith. “Strip poker is always a good game,” Grim smirked from beside Luca. That earned him a smack upside the head from Reese.

Nate asked. “It’s called Egyptian Rat Screw, and the point is to get all the cards,” I answered while laying my card down. The game is simple. A deck of face cards gets distributed evenly among the players. Nobody looks at their cards. Each player places a card in the middle face up in turn. If a Jack is played, the next player has one chance to play a face card or an Ace otherwise the player who laid down the Jack gets the pile. A Queen gives you two chances to get a face card, King three chances, and an Ace four chances. Also, if you slap doubles, you get the pile. “Poker is a lot more fun,” he grumbled.

The whispers and exclamations of the surrounding crowd served as a backdrop to my streak of good fortune, heightening the stakes and fueling the fire within me. As we neared the final stage of the game, the remaining chips stood as a testament to our unwavering determination. A tremor ran through my hands as I pushed all my remaining chips forward, mirroring Alpha Nathan's fearless move. The room fell silent, the collective breaths of onlookers held in anticipation, as Hazel dealt the final cards.

NAMI acts emotionally and she starts to manipulate the wizard which even the demon doesn't expect. NAMI:- he desperately saw my card, with force, when I was getting out and he laugh that mean he have all the cards to win, if I didn't swipe we going to lose this round, and he already has 1 point if he wins 2 more than game get a draw then we all lose, I have to switch team.

Noticing the bartender setting her previously ordered drinks on the bar, Lil moved her dainty hand to Brad's thick chest, and gently pushed him from her personal space, then said, "I'll make a deal with you, one more shot, but then I have to take those drinks back to my table, okay?" "Alright, you win," he said, handing Lil her shot glass. Now knowing what to expect, she didn't hesitate and quickly downed the tasty mixture. She immediately reached for the cold beer and fruity drink, dropping the twenty on the bar, "What were those shots anyway, I know Mike will ask." Brad barely suppressed a shit-eating grin while leering unashamedly at Lil's breasts, "Oh yeah, they're my favorite shots, cal