Celeste regained her composure and scoffed, "in your dreams. It’s your turn, now."
John chuckled and sat down, filling his glass, he sighed and looked Celeste up and down, "truth or dare?"
"Truth." Celeste answered after some consideration and John chuckled, "how many times a day do you masturbate?"
Celeste choked on her wine and John laughed, "well?"
"None of your business!" She exclaimed with a deep blush on her face and drank another glass, she gritted her teeth, "truth or dare."
"Dare."
Celeste smirked, "remove your pants."
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John smiled, his gaze piercing through Celeste, "you only had to ask if you wanted to see my cock, beautiful."
John removed his trousers and Celeste blushed, biting her lips as she watched John in his boxers, but she wasn’t going to lose, John could see she was bluffing, "truth or dare?"
"Truth," she said, feigning confidence.
"Are you imagining what I look like without these boxers?" John asked, cupping his cock to emphasise the outline on his boxers.
Celeste simply drank, but that told him everything he needed to know.
Celeste hesitated for a moment, her eyes moving up and down John’s body, John could see her mind was filled with lecherous thoughts, she sighed and leaned backwards, eyeing John with a provocative gaze, "massage my feet," she challenged with a triumphant smirk.
"Pfft," John snorted, laughing and Celeste frowned, "what? Scared?"
"Massaging your feet is beneath me, beautiful," John smirked and took a sip, "but suit yourself."
Celeste gasped as John held her feet, she gritted her teeth, trying her best to mask her expression, but it was already too late, John could see through her. Celeste stifled a moan as John’s fingers slid across her feet, "oh, what’s this, beautiful?"
John smirked teasingly and Celeste bit her lips, her face flushing red with shame and embarrassment, "nothing."
John grinned, grabbed her foot and placed it on his thigh, he then began to rub it up and down his inner thighs. Celeste’s expression shifted from confusion to shock, but she didn’t resist, the redness of her face deepened and she sunk her teeth into her lips.
"You like that, beautiful?" John whispered and Celeste nodded, her lips were parted and her breathing heavy. The pleasure was slowly taking away her rationality.
John applied pressure on the sole of her foot with his thumbs and repeated a downward stroke motion. Celeste struggled to contain her moans as John massaged her feet.
His hands moved slowly and deliberately. Celeste curled her toes as John moved her toes up and down the inner side of his thigh, his hands continued their slow descent across her foot and she couldn’t take it anymore.
John looked up from massaging her feet and smiled mischievously. His eyes met hers and she was drawn in. Her eyes were glued to his hands and she couldn’t look away. John maintained eye contact with Celeste while massaging her feet, her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks were flushed crimson, her expression was lustful and wanton.
However, John brought her blissful state to a screeching halt when he stood up and said, "okay, my turn."
Celeste’s flushed expression returned to normal, she coughed and averted her gaze, her voice was filled with indignation and anger, "why did you stop?"
John chuckled, "what? you thought it would last forever? Answer. Truth or dare?"
"Fine, dare..." she said timidly.
John could see that a part of her wanted things to escalate, even if just a tiny bit. Perhaps it was the wine and she would most likely regret this later, but John wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
"Massage my thighs," John said while patting his thigh.
Celeste rubbed her own thighs unconsciously, the thought of running her hands over his body set her alight, but she regained her composure and stood up, walking towards John.
She kneeled and John felt her cold touch stroking his thighs. She tried not to look, but the bulge on his boxers was just too big, it demanded her attention, and she had no choice but to comply. It was like a black hole, the sheer size of it commanded the air around it and pulled her gaze like gravity.
She massaged John’s inner thighs, feeling the firm muscle beneath her delicate hands, Celeste closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hard thighs underneath her palm and unconsciously rubbing her thighs together, John chuckled, he would normally tease her, but he thought it was better to let her immerse herself in the feeling of his body.
Her gaze was locked on his bulge and her eyes widened when it began to grow bigger, pitching a tent under his boxers. John smiled and repositioned his hardening cock to the sides and whenever Celeste would stroke upwards, her hands would be mere centimetres away from touching it.
She massaged his thighs slowly and deliberately, savouring the feeling of John’s body, her mouth parted and her breathing grew heavier. Her heart raced as her hands slid towards the hem of his boxers.
John smirked teasingly and Celeste gasped, she regained her composure and retracted her hands, standing up immediately, "truth or dare."
"Dare."
"Remove your boxers," Celeste smirked, her cheeks red, John chuckled and removed his boxers, exposing his hard member, Celeste gasped when she saw it and covered her mouth, "it’s huge," she blurted out unconsciously, but the alcohol loosened her lips and she found it difficult to form coherent sentences, she averted her gaze and stammered, "y-your turn."
"Truth or dare?"
"D-dare."
"Clean up here," John said, pointing between his abdomen and thigh, right next to his hard member.
Celeste’s heart thumped with violence inside her. The implication of what he was asking lit a fire inside her. She knew it was wrong, but under the influence of the wine, her mind only made it more alluring.
"B-but it’s clean."
John snorted and poured some wine on himself.
She stood frozen for a few seconds and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "alright," Celeste finally muttered and knelt in front of John, she hesitated and grabbed the cloth next to John.
"No no," John teased, "with your tongue."
Celeste felt like she was going insane, she wanted to stand up and leave, but her body betrayed her as she leaned towards John, her eyes moved between John’s muscular chest and hard cock, and her hand trembled as she extended her tongue and licked a drop of wine.