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I ate quietly, drinking a glass of water. After they cleared the plates, Carl pulled out cards. “Join us, Maria,” he said, patting the chair beside him. I hesitated, but Josh’s nod urged me in. The game was simple…poker, low stakes with matches as chips but the bets turned personal fast. Losers stripped a layer, Rick declared with a grin. I folded early, heart racing, but they pressed, teasing me, until I lost my tank top on a bad draw. Bare-breasted now, nipples hardening in the draft, I crossed my arms, but Ben reached over, prying them down gently.

They stared at each other as they held their card Byul picked from Jiwoon he got pairs and only had 1 card left which Yenn picked then he's out. The three of them continued until Stanley's out too. They only had 3 cards left, two on Jiwoon and one on Yenn. He stared at his card and looked at Jiwoon, he was wearing a poker face. Eyes staring straightly at his as he held out his cards waiting for him to pick. Yenn reached out his hand nervously deciding to choose one on Jiwoon's hand, one’s a joker and the other is A which is his card's pair.

"Because if it's feelings, I don't have those. I could go to sleep early." "Poker," we all said in unison. Roger nodded. "Good." Pulling a deck of cards from somewhere on his person, he had the table cleared and everyone dealt out in short order. "Name of the game is five card draw. Five card draw is the name of the game." He turned to Striker. "First bet's to you." A couple hours into playing too many rounds of poker to even bother keeping track, Mas' phone rang. His brow furrowed as he answered. "Tali? What's wrong?"

Missy smiled in wonder. - Not much, I confess. But Devon used to play it when he was a teenager, so it's familiar to me. Logan explained, looking happy that Missy had that reaction. With one swift movement, he picked up the cards and began shuffling them, while he watched Missy remove the cards from the box – And, getting back to the subject, I would like to ask: have you ever heard of strip poker? he asked, with an expression that couldn't be described in any other way than naughty. - Y-you mean… – she swallowed hard, caught by surprise – What does it have to do with taking off your clothes?

a stripper, but ever since she came under my wing, she had completely reinvented herself, leaving her past behind. Now, with Luisa bringing it up again, it was clear that the comment was more hurtful than harmful. Dominic Blackwood shot a cold glance at Kody Parker. "Control your dog. If she hurts my people, you won't be able to handle the consequences." Kody Parker immediately snapped at Luisa ken, "You little brat, everyone here has a reputation. No one is going to indulge your twisted sense of humor. If you don't want to play, just get out!" Luisa feigned innocence, "You wouldn't be petty enough to take offense at a joke like this." I smiled lightly, "I actually think Luisa's suggestion

The texture of his palm was gritty, still faintly sticky from spilled beer, dragging over her skin in a way that made her pussy clench emptily. Her fingers scrambled at his belt, fumbling the buckle open with a metallic clink that seemed too loud in the quiet room. She shoved his jeans down just enough, her hand diving into his boxers to wrap around his cock—thick, veined, pulsing hot in her grip, the skin velvet-soft over steel-hard muscle. Precum slicked her palm as she stroked him once, slow and firm, feeling him jerk in her hand with a guttural groan. "Shit, yeah, just like that," he rasped, his hips bucking forward, fucking into her fist while his mouth latched onto her nipple. He sucke

“I’ve been a big fan of milk. No lactose intolerance here!” “Grandma!” Kimberly says with a shake of her head. “Come on, Kimberly Ann, you should let your grandma have some fun. That man loses his shirt every time.” “Grandma,” Kimbra replies as we all giggle at Grandma Helen’s lack of filter, “he loses because you won’t let him quit when he’s ahead.” “Five dollars?” I say with a grin, hoping to get Kimbra off the hook. “That must mean it’s not strip poker.”

"Why don't we play a game?" She glanced at Covey to find him heading towards her. "Which game?" he asked, settling on the bed next to her. "Strip poker!" she said, without thinking. Covey raised a brow before chuckling. "Sounds interesting. How do you play it?" Cara pursed her lips for a second before shaking her head. "You have no idea?" A smirk had formed on Covey's face and he looked like he was about to chuckle. "Don't blame me! I just know that two people play something. Cards, I think and well the looser gets to pull off one thing they're wearing. I think it continues like that until. . ."

To add to my woes, he unbuttoned his jacket, revealing his broad chest and the body I had suspected him to be hiding under the shirt. I gasped and got a strong urge to touch his chest. What is wrong with me? When did I become like this? "Let's play!" He started picking up the card. "But I don't have any money!" I couldn't take my eyes off his body. "You don't need to worry about money, we are playing strip poker," he answered without looking at me, and I just nodded agreeably like a brainless idiot. We started playing while sipping the alcohol every time he offered it to me.

Sarah asked, her heart racing. "Strip poker," Jamal said bluntly. "Loser of each hand removes an article of clothing." Sarah knew she should say no. Should make an excuse and go upstairs. Should do anything except agree to strip for her husband's coworkers. "Okay," she heard herself say. Marcus grinned. "That's our girl." Tyrone dealt the first hand, and Sarah tried to focus on her cards. She had a decent hand....pair of tens. But when they revealed, Jamal had three of a kind.