She Requested I Hold Her Close Until The Cream Was Churned

Sarah, clearly the drunkest of us, got up from the couch to use our bathroom, and I volunteered myself to go to the kitchen and grab another bottle. It fell forward and her breasts came tumbling out for all to see. Sarah grabbed me by the hand and pulled me forward as she sat down on the couch. Her double-D breasts were retained by a simple black bra. “You still have her juices on your face,” she sneered. Before we knew it we were finishing bottle number four, all of us a bit tipsy. With wine instead of well drinks, the conversation flowed even better this time around. Four rotations later, it landed on Dee. “The winner of the hand,” she slurred “spins the bottle. Sarah’s juices were running furiously down my chin, so I decided to press my luck and flip her over. I grabbed her ass and squeezed, stretching open her hole. He laid the bottle on its side and spun it. I started walking in that direction, but Sarah reached out and grabbed my