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Although he already wears loose clothes she looks sexy because of the sweat that sticks to her body. Eric felt his body heat up as his adam apple started moving up and down. The woman next to him was both attractive and annoying. Moreover, her sexy lips are very tempting to any man including Eric. Eric didn't expect this Latin girl to be able to make her mind mess up, but she could make her angry and happy at the same time. "Sir, are you alright?" Cassandra asks Eric who's sitting uncomfortable next to her. "I'm fine, don't worry." Eric covers up his anxiety.

They were on me. I tried to swallow, tried to breathe, but the game wasn’t done. “Your turn, Sienna,” someone called. “Truth or Dare?” My throat dried instantly. I glanced at Tyler, at the way his eyes sparkled like he already knew what was coming. “Dare,” I said, voice barely above a whisper. The boy’s grin was evil. “I dare you… to make out with Tyler.” The cheers were deafening. Tyler’s smile grew smug as he shifted closer, already leaning in.

"14 truths and a dare, then." "Who is the sexist person here?" I read another one. The mates gave each others' names. Of course, they would. I answered Hazel, so did Declan and Ushi. "Since Amelia is not here, I am going with Luna," Duncan confessed. Damn! That was five out of the fifteen who thought Hazel was sexy and she was. "That question is mine," Chastity stated. The next question was who had the nicest butt and again Hazel won. That question was asked by Gerard.

“Truth or dare?” Sienna tilted her head, her red lips curving. “Dare.” He smiled. “Do something bold. Something no one expects from the cool, calm Sienna.” Sienna’s smile deepened. She looked straight at Dominic for a few seconds, then slowly stood up. Everyone quieted... watching, waiting. And then, with a slow, deliberate move, she reached under the table. A soft gasp filled the room as she tugged off her silk panties, folded them neatly, and with a teasing smile... dropped them right into Dominic Steele’s pocket.

I knelt in front of Marcus, took his thick finger into my mouth, and sucked it slowly and filthily — swirling my tongue, moaning softly, looking up at him with innocent eyes while acting like a total slut. By now, I was completely naked and trembling with arousal. It was my turn. I looked at the four of them — my stepbrother and his three hot, older friends and smiled seductively. “Truth or Dare?” I asked. “Dare,” they all answered. I bit my lip. “Each of you gets thirty seconds to touch me however you want… one at a time.” Jax went first. He pulled me onto his lap, cupped my bare breasts, and squeezed them slowly, rolling my nipples between his fingers until I was moaning softly.

The tension in the room grew thicker with every dare. Then Liam looked at me. “Zara. Truth or Dare?” “Dare,” I said again, feeling bold. Liam’s eyes darkened. “I dare you to let Derrick suck on your nipples for thirty seconds.” My heart raced. Derrick was the star soccer player, tall, muscular, with a cocky smile. Everyone watched as I crawled to the center of the circle and pulled my tank top up, exposing my perky breasts. Derrick leaned in, his mouth hot as he sucked on one nipple, then the other. His tongue swirled, teeth grazing lightly. I moaned softly, my pussy getting wet. The thirty seconds felt like forever.

“My innocent crush is actually a dripping whore.” Kiara whimpered pathetically. “Kent… I hate you.” “You love it,” he replied, biting her earlobe. Ryan looked at Priya. “Priya, truth or dare?” “Dare,” she said, voice husky. “Take off your panties, sit on the coffee table, and spread your legs wide. Let everyone see how turned on you are.” Priya stood up on shaky legs. She peeled her soaked panties down slowly, giving everyone a show, then sat on the edge of the glass coffee table. She opened her thighs wide, exposing her pretty pink pussy — glistening and visibly throbbing.

"Sit down. You're crossing the line. It's just a harmless party game, and you're trying to turn it into some kind of prosti—" She caught herself just before she finished her sentence. I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So you actually do realize how trashy your little game is? Don't get cold feet now. You either put on a show or you drink. Take your pick." The others at the table scrambled to their feet, holding me back and trying to laugh it off as a misunderstanding. Damien shot to his feet, his chest heaving violently as he ranted, "Don't push it. We're all adults here. What's wrong with playing a game that's a little suggestive? It's not like anyone even invited you!"

You realize we're not gonna survive this game, right? "Then make it count. Truth or dare?" "Dare. Let's play." "I dare you to make me wet from just one message. No touching. No cheating." "Close your eyes. You're on your knees in front of me. I've got one hand in your hair, the other tugging your panties down from behind. You're not allowed to move unless I say. I slide my mouth up your thigh, so close you can feel the heat. And just as you start to tremble... I stop. I breathe against your pussy and whisper, "Not yet."

The dares had grown wild, the truths edged with danger, and the crowd wanted blood or passion, whichever came first. “Bliss,” a voice called. “Your turn. Truth or dare?” I smiled slowly, savoring the way both Liam and Kharo leaned forward without even realizing it. “Dare.” The warrior who asked looked nervous, then grinned wickedly. “I dare you… to sit on the lap of the man you most want to claim you tonight.” The room exploded into whistles and cheers. My pulse beat hard, but my expression never faltered. I rose, moving with deliberate slowness, every eye tracking me. My gaze flicked between Liam smug, expectant and Kharo, tense, unreadable and dangerous.