Those watching turned back to their position while Ann and Matt had gone back to theirs too. Mara spun the bottle again. The bottle whirled for a few seconds, everyone looked at it anxiously until it stopped and faced another girl.
Sarah.
She did not waste time at all, like she was already hoping it would be her turn soon and she would put up a spectacle for them, watching the first set had already put her in the mood, she would have even touched herself if it wasn’t her turn yet.
She sprawled across the cold floor, the chill of the surface contrasting with the mounting heat between her thighs. She took a deep breath as she hiked her skirt up to her waist, exposing her pale hips and the damp lace of her panties.
She grabbed her underwear from behind with two fingers, tugging the fabric
