“I’ll join you,” said May to Peter’s and Jake’s surprise. It wouldn’t take much for him to cum. May’s face turned bright red, but she didn’t hesitate. Rule 3: you can leave the game when you feel like you’ve exposed enough. “Any time,” said Peter as he made a victory lap with Sophie on his shoulders. His dick jumped one, then twice more and a sting of pre-cum dribbled down from the tip of his cock all the way down his shaft. It was his turn to strip, but with his dick tucked in his boxer’s waist band he couldn’t remove his shorts without showing everyone the tip of his cock. “So what do you promise to do if you lose again?” asked Peter. “I demand a rematch!” Anna shouted. He wrapped his hand around her shaft once more and matched May’s rhythm. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and long fluffy pants, and everyone was wondering if the shy girl who always hid her boobs would opt to show her bra or panties. All three girls swallowed hard as they saw his thick and strong arms and chiseled chest apparent even through his t-shirt. “One minute,” he said and dug through his pile of clothes to find his phone and set up a timer.
