Dan lounged on the couch, nursing a whiskey as Chloe sauntered in, her tight tank top barely containing her full breasts. "Truth or dare, step-bro?" she purred, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Or are you too chicken after that last family dinner?"
"Dare me, sis," Dan shot back, smirking. "Your truths are always boring as hell."
Chloe leaned forward, cleavage on full display. "Fine. I dare you to bury your face between these tits for sixty seconds without popping a hard-on. Fail, and you shrink an inch. My rules, my game."
"You're on," he chuckled, but as he pressed in, her warm skin and scent hit him like a truck. His cock stirred instantly. "Shit, time's up—"
"Fail," she laughed, pulling out a glowing vial. "Drink up, tiny." Dan shrank an inch, clothes loosening. "Next dare: lick my nipples through this top. No hands."
He tried, tongue flicking, but her moans made him throb harder. Another fail, another shrink. Now eye-level with her chest, he was sweating, horny as hell. Chloe stood tall, strong and unyielding. "Look at that cock, already hard and dripping. My pussy's wet just watching."
She stripped, guiding his shrinking form to her dripping pussy. "Blowjob time, big shot?" Dan panted, cock aching as he shrank further, height now making her ass tower. She mounted him, riding with powerful thrusts, his face buried in her tits. "Fuck, yes—make me cum," she commanded wittily. He came hard, cum spilling as she climaxed, both panting and sweating in explosive release.
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