“Right, ‘fair’, huh. So at the very least I just gotta make sure you don’t win, ‘cause that puts me on the floor,” Kelly observed dryly, standing so that she could turn the chair to face the bed. “Okay, let’s go then, we’ve only got an hour ‘till gay midnight. Clockwise okay? Sit up on the bed with Brian, Stephanie. Who’s goin’ first?” “Well, truth or threesome dare?” Brian asked suddenly, regarding Kelly with a grim smile. “ Dare ,” Kelly shot back, raising her chin defiantly. “I dare you… to remove… one article of clothing ,” he said dramatically. “ Hah! ” Kelly laughed, amusement evident in her voice. She abruptly yanked one of her short socks off and pitched it against Brian’s chest. “Just like you said, the questions reveal everything ‘bout fetish the twink asker,” Kelly said, her voice dropping to a sultry group whisper. She proudly put her now bare foot up between his legs on the edge of the bed where he was sitting, and wriggled her toes a tantalizing inch away from his groin. “You want my clothes off . You want to see me naked. Some psychological battle this is, I’ve got you all figured out right from turn one.” “If I wanted to see you naked, then I would’ve just dared you to take everything off,” Brian countered, rolling his eyes. “It was a probing question, I was even more interested in seeing what you’d do when given the choice. You try to seem all wild and daring, but when it came down to it, you played it safe and took off a sock.” Her head leaned back. "It's our lucky day girlie," Morgan winked, pulling out the little brown package. Money well spent – not just for the time, but for the memory of it, ey? Don’t ever call me or talk to me fetish again. I wrapped my arm around her. She walked through the large glass door and smiled as she was almost instantly greeted by presumably the twink secretary. She cooed back. I seen her do that to a grown man, so your gay punk asses will go down like shit head over there. Yeessss …. Chloe gingerly sucked her ass’ flavors off of her friend, while keeping a ferocious pace on the wonderful cock buried deep inside her pussy. Courtney knew she shouldn't be listening to the threesome boys in the nude, nor should she be rubbing her clit at the same time, but the more she listened . . . He stood motionless for sometime and when he felt Anju's lips ravishing his, he brought his hands over her shoulders. I finally got it off without too much trouble. "What kind of twisted slut do you take me for?!" Don't stop eating me!” I feel a sense of pride that she can’t take me all the way in, like she says she group has done with other boys.