Charlie burst through the door in her frilly pink top and matching cute underwear peeking from her skirt, short frame bouncing with bubbly energy that barely masked her scowl. "Those uni idiots called me 'too chubby for cute'—can you believe that garbage?"
Dale leaned back, monotone mask cracking as his eyes darted to her curves. "Ridiculous. You're..." He swallowed hard, flustered already.
His friend smirked, "Yeah, Dale's been crushing since forever. Those fools missed the plot."
Charlie planted hands on hips, strong and unyielding. "Prove it then. Witty words won't cut it—show me I'm wrong, or game night ends early."
Dale's cool facade crumbled. "You're the hottest thing here, Charlie. That body? Drives me insane." Tension spiked as they ditched the board game. She pulled Dale close, kissing fiercely while the others watched, proving their point with hands roaming her ass.
"Feel that?" she teased, palming his hard cock through jeans. "Horny already? Good." She dropped to her knees for a blowjob, tongue working expertly as he panted. "Don't hold back—I'm in charge." His cock throbbed, and she stood, guiding him to her dripping pussy. They tumbled to the couch, sweating and panting, her wet heat clenching around him.
"Fuck, your pussy's perfect," Dale groaned, thrusting deep. Charlie rode him strong, ass grinding, until she came hard, body shaking. He followed, cum spilling as she smirked. "Told you—wrong about me." The room echoed with their shared heat, game night exploding into more.
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