Sunday Evening Game VIII

Ayumi cradled the bottle in her palm, her fingers curling around its cool glass neck. With a quick flick of her wrist, she sent it spinning across the floor. It skittered and clinked, wobbling unevenly before slowing to a stop, the open end pointing straight at Mika.

"Dare," Mika said, her voice steady, almost daring Ayumi to push her.

Ayumi didn't hesitate. "Get fucked by Ryuki and Yuta," she said, her words blunt and heavy. "Ryuki in your mouth, Yuta in your pussy. And I want them both to finish inside you."

For a split second, Mika's eyes flared wide, caught off guard, but then a sharp laugh burst out of her. "Holy shit, Ayumi, you're ruthless," she said, grinning like she'd just been handed a challenge she couldn't refuse. "Alright, let's get filthy." She dropped to her hands and knees, arching her back with a lazy confidence, her body an open invitation at both ends.