Page 617 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“And how do we do that?”
“It’ll vary by round, but for round 1…the last guy to get his dick touched is out. So ladies…if you like the man your sitting on, grab that dick.”
“Safe,” called Snake.
I looked over and Ash had gone right for his dick.Get it, girl!
Slavanka wasn’t shy about grabbing Poker’s dick. And Sloane kept Bandit in it.
“Grab my cock,” barked Sarge.
“Excuse you,” said Chloe. “You can’t just ask a girl to grab your cock.”
I didn’t reach for it either. Sarge was hot and all…but I knew he wasn’t Tonguenado. So I didn’t mind if he got eliminated.
And as soon as the other two guys yelled, “Safe,” Sarge was out. We stood up and he removed his chair from the side of the pool.
“Everyone ready for round 2?” asked Poker.
We all nodded.
“Then why do you two still have your tits covered up?” he asked, staring at me and Chloe.
“Uh…why wouldn’t we?” asked Chloe.
“Because your guy got eliminated. That’s the rule. Whoever is on the lap of the guy who goes out has to take her tits out as punishment.”
“You’re definitely just making this stuff up,” said Chloe.
“I swear I’m not.”
Geez, Chloe. Stop being so lame.“Come on,” I said. “Let’s do it.” I slid the straps of my suit down my arms and let my tits spill out. I was very disappointed in Chloe’s behavior. I definitely didnot want to be her when I grew up. But at the same time, I couldn’t be more excited for Ash. Because Autumn was a fucking slut! Ash was going to be even more fun when we were….well, however old these girls were. Early 30s, probably.
Chloe sighed and did the same.
There we go!She was finally acting like a proper bride.
“Any other rules we should know about in advance?” asked Chloe.
“Nope,” said Poker. “Well, maybe just one.”
“Which is?”
“From here on out, you aren’t gonna be sitting on laps. When the music stops, any girl without a cock in her mouth is out.”
Ah, yassssss!Now that was my kind of game.
“Good luck!” he said. The music started playing and stopped a second later.
I’d been planning to make it to the tatted guy, but I’d hardly had any time to get there. The closet stripper was Poker, so I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his beautiful cock.
“Okay, boys,” he said, looking around at his friends. “First one to…” He stopped mid-sentence as I took him into my throat.
I smiled to myself.
When he started talking again, I took him even farther.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
