Nicole coughed through her laugh as she tried to wipe her cheeks and chest of the spit that had dripped over her. "Well, happy to provide," she said. She stood and slid back to her seat, her chest flushed and rising and falling deeply as she kept working to catch her breath. I couldn't help but stare at her tits, wet with spit and nipples pink and flush after being played with and twisted, standing at attention. "Just never tell our Moms," Nicole laughed.

I nodded breathlessly and agreed. "OK, my turn, right?" It was hard to keep track if that had been my dare or Nicole's.

"Mhmm," Sarah moaned,...