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You have on:
-Underwear
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Here goes nothing! You're going to try to steal the girls' clothes and make your escape but- Wait! You suddenly here more girls' voices behind you!
You duck back down behind your rock and wait. Luckily the girls pass right by you. You cautiously poke your head out and see all six other girls, including Liz and Camilla, walking towards Cynthia and Valerie. The girls don't look happy, especially Liz, but Cynthia and Valerie are still blissfully unaware.
"What the fuck is going on here!?" barks Liz.
The two sunbathers, startled, quickly jump up covering their breasts. "Uh, we were just looking for !" spouts Valerie.
"Bullshit!" Liz counters, "It looks more like you two were laying around with your tits out!"
Cynthia and Valerie blush and exchange worried glances.
Nina walks over to the two girls, "You seriously thought you could just lay around while we do all the work?" she says sternly. "'s more clever than we thought. He already sprung a snare trap on Liz and Camilla."
Meanwhile, Liz stomps over to the girls' canoe and hurls their clothes into the lake. She then marches up to the girls and motions towards their bikini tops, "Give me those," she orders.
Cynthia and Valerie hand them over.
"The bottoms too."
Once again, Cynthia and Valerie give each other worried glances before lowering their bikini bottoms and handing them to Liz. Liz throws them in the lake.
"Now get down on the ground and 69 each other."
"What? But I've never eaten out a girl before..." protests Cynthia.
"Yeah, me neither." Valerie starts.
"I don't care," Liz says sternly, "Do it until you both get off. And you'd best get used to it too, because if wins the competition, you two are going to be our consolation prize."
Reluctantly, Cynthia lays down on her back while Valerie straddles her. Valerie lowers her pussy onto Cynthia's face while burying her own head between Cynthia's legs. Within minutes the two girls are moaning in ecstasy while the other girls, and, unbeknownst to everyone, you, look on.
This might be a good time to make your exit while everyone's preoccupied. |