Rose's jaw drops in surprise. She rises rapidly to her feet and tugs her miniskirt back below her waistline. She hurriedly adjusts her skewed neckline and scoops up a stray drop of cum that had slithered down her cleavage.
"I think we should get back before the girls charge you for another cupcake." She takes your hand and turns to go, but you resist and yank her gently back towards you.
"You didn't answer the question. Is it one of your sisters?" you ask with a hopeful grin. Rose blushes, but doesn't respond.
"That's it, isn't it? All those hot girls pent up in that house, late at night, without any men around. You wake up at night, horny, and crawl in Cindy's bed, begging for relief --"
"No, Alpha Chi's not like those slutty dyke sororities," Rose mutters, with a little disappointment, you note. "And Cindy's not a real lesbian, she just likes the power --"
Rose stops in mid-sentence, realizing she's already said too much. "Look, I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about this in front of my sisters, okay? They-- they don't know."
You've got her over a barrel now. "All right, under one condition. I want to meet the girl whose pussy tastes better than cum. I want to watch you together."
"All pussy tastes better than cum," Rose retorts quickly. She glares at you, her grip on your hand tightening as she thinks of a way to wriggle out of your blackmail.
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