Bachelorette Bet

Holly Day's still in her bachelorette dress, clearing shot glasses with Emma Magnolia. "Thanks for throwing me a killer party," Holly says. Emma raises an eyebrow. "You really liked it? That stripper was ass." Holly laughs, shocked. "She wasn't that bad." Emma snorts, hip cocked. "Babe, I could grind circles around her." They trade playful jabs until Emma flashes a wicked grin. "Bet. I give you a lap dance, and if you get wetter than you did for her, you owe me an orgasm." Holly flushes, twirling the ring on her finger, but she's cocky enough to think she'll win. She drops into the chair, thighs parted. Emma steps between her knees and rolls her hips, tits swaying heavy under her top, red hair tumbling down her back. Each slow grind drags her heat over Holly's thigh, and Holly's breath catches, nipples pushing against thin fabric. Emma's fingers slip beneath Holly's dress, stroking over soaked panties. Holly moans, legs spreading wider, and Emma sinks two fingers inside her slick pussy, pumping slow and deep. Holly arches, chasing the rhythm, then yanks Emma up for a hungry 69—tongue flicking Emma's swollen clit while Emma keeps working her soaked cunt. Holly comes first, thighs shaking, but she stays locked on Emma's pussy until Emma shudders hard against her mouth, winning the bet fair and square.