Zaeryn's pulse thundered in his ears, his cock already twitching hard against his pants as he watched Genevieve and Ingrid bicker over the dare's details.
He already suspected what she wanted him to do. He didn't care about the semantics; the idea of sliding his fingers into her wet pussy and making her cum right there in front of everyone sent a rush of heat straight to his groin. No issues here he was all in.
"Zaeryn, I want you to…" Genevieve paused, her cheeks flushing deeper than before, a rare crack in her flirtatious confidence. She licked her lips, eyes darting to his. "To finger me until I cum. Right now."
