Strip Poke Her

As the night progressed, we shed our clothes, the tension in the room grew palpable. The sound of fabric slipping off skin and the occasional clank of a poker chip on the table punctuated the heavy silence. With each round, the stakes grew higher, and the heat between us was undeniable.

 As the game went on, Rachel found herself getting wetter and wetter. The alcohol had lowered her inhibitions, and the sight of the two men she lusted after getting more and more naked was driving her wild. She could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra, begging to be released. When it was her turn to lose an item of clothing again, she slid off her pants, revealing matching white panties.