She hiked her skirt, flashing a black thong, then spun it like a lasso. Betsy’s red bob caught the dim light as she glided toward Jack, his grin wide, her bra and panties stuffed in his pocket. Xnxx “Good to go?” she teased, lips at his ear, nails grazing his shirt. She’d have stammered “sorry,” and shrunk into the nearest wall. Moment for what? “That’s my girl!” Betsy shrieked, half-crying, half-laughing. Amanda leaned closer. Gorgeous. “Fuck yeah,” Mike panted, pressing a kiss to her temple, half-dazed. She rode him hard, back arched, hands on his chest, eyes locked tight like a dare. Debbie grinned, yanking his jeans off, touches slow, making him squirm. Emily, pissed she skipped the contest, watched Annie snag Mike and burned. Damn, she’s everything. “This isn’t a party; it’s our annual descent into chaos.” A phone buzzed. She guided him in, hips rolling slow. I did that. Chatter stopped. A hush, and then—
Applause. “Only when I’ve earned it,” he murmured, breath catching as she pressed against him, nothing but heat between them. Cool, but tense. Sarah grinned, buzzing. Betsy’s bold spark drove him nuts, every move tight, real. The whispers lit up like a fuse. Sarah climbed onto the stage.
