Both of you get on the machine, you put the coins into the slot and the game starts up. You go thru a few menus and get to the song selection screen. “So how difficult a song?” you ask .
“Go for hard,” she says licking her lips. Your cock jumps, but you try to focus you mind on the game.
“All right,” you say putting the cursor on an obscure Japanese pop song and hitting the start button. You get back on the platform and get into a stance you remembered from practicing with on the game at home.
“Been practicing I see,” you ignore her taunts and focus on the game. The game starts with both of you dancing like mad, with you winning the first round and winning the second. You look at right as the last round starts and you are hypnotized by her body, the way her breasts, even bra contained still move when she breaths, how her red hair looks all matted down, and how her sexy she looks sweat covered. You nearly go of into Fantasyville, but you remember the game. Startled, and not ready. You miss some of the crucial first moves giving a sizable lead. Throughout the rest of the round, you manage to stay step-to-step with the movements, but she never misses a step, keeping her score higher than yours. As the song fades, you cock jumps at the realization that won the bet. Now, she looks at you with her mischievous smile.
“I won,” she breaths.
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