High Stakes Poker Part 1

Poker rewards the brave with warm flesh. Two women sit at the felt edge waiting, wet and willing. Zoey’s dress rides high on bare thighs and Christie’s nipples already press tight against silk. They trade looks when the first big raise hits, breath catching like schoolgirls caught touching. The winner won’t just take the pot tonight. He’ll sink fingers inside both of them, spread them wide, taste every secret fold while the loser watches and leaks on the chair. Bets climb. Cards flick. Bodies ache for the moment the winner claims every wet promise they made.