Holly looks at you inquiringly from the front passenger seat, her mouth gagged by her own big toe. She's pretty turned on from her toe auto-fellatio, and so is Morgan in the back.
"Flashing your tits."
"Mmm?"
"I bet more boys will look at your tits than Morgan's, Holly."
"Will not!" Morgan exclaimed, unwrapping her lips from her toe.
"Aw, Morgan, I think Holly just won the toe sucking contest. Come here, Holly."
Holly leans into you and you give her a kiss, groping her ass generously. She swoons as you shove her off.
"So you think your tits are hotter than Holly's, Morgan?"
"Hell, yeah."
"So let's make a wager. If boys stare at your tits more, I'll give you some sugar too. If not -- well, you'll have to pay a price."
"You are on," Morgan consents. "Holly, you are going down."
"Anytime boy wants me to, Morgan."
"Anytime any boy wants you to."
"And that's why I'm so good."
Morgan just glared at that.
"Girls," you say meaningfully.
Holly cheers up and flashes three teenage boys you are passing. They leer and high five each other.
"Score three:zero to Holly."
Morgan struggles out of her bra. She needs her tits bare to beat her slutty upstart friend. |