Deacon didn't move once he was inside of her. He kissed her on her closed eyelids, and then on her lips. he would ait until she was ready before he started moving.
"Let me know when it stops hurting," he whispered.
"Aww, Zo, I suck at dares too. You should know, of all people." Travis said with a grin, looking down at Zoey's bra, before back into her eyes, as if to prove his point. "I bet you can come up with something." he finished.
"Hey, if we keep going like this, we're all going to be naked by the end of the game." Travis said with a grin. "Still, a dare's a dare, so off it goes Macy."
Macy smiled and dropped one strap down her arm. She winked at both of them and then pulled her arm through. Then the other. She then reached around back and undid the clasp in back. In doing so, her top lifted a bit. She held it down with one hand as she withdrew the bra with her other hand.
She smiled at them and tossed her bra at Travis. "Just for you!"
Travis wrinkled his nose at the bra in his hand with a grin. He put it down next to him before looking up at Macy.
"Y'know, I'm gonna choose Dare... even at the risk of my clothing..." he said with a chuckle.
Travis looked down at the pile of clothes between them, before looking down at his own chest. Whilst most would have counted him as scrawny, under the shirt, he actually didn't look so: the bulge of muscle was obvious, if not overwhelming. He sported only a light amount of chest hair, something he wasn't a big fan of.
"Well, if my predictions of us all being naked at the end of the game are right, then the end can't be too far." he said with a grin. "Zo, truth or dare?"
Deacon withdrew, slowly, and slid back inside of Mog, kssing her. He slid one hand down her body, and used his other hand to keep his weight off of her. He forced her lips open with his, and slid his tongue inside to lick playfully at hers.
He could feel her body responding to his. She started to thrust her hips upward to meet his, as he picked up his rhythm. Damn was she tight! Her pussy was squeezing him with each thrust, driving him crazy. He groaned and his fingers found a nipple and squeezed.
Mog began to moan rather loudly, with each thrust it seemed to bring out a new. She found her body eager for the seed of Deacon, her vaginal walls milking at his shaft. She thrust her hips up to meet her lover, bringing him even deeper inside her.
As Deacon pinched her nipple, she felt a slight trembling coming over her body.
OOC: I am going to be gone for about a week, so if you want to find a clever way to write me out...i won't be offended...or if you just want to write my part until i come back...whatever you guys feel is best...
Mog loved the smell of Deacon's sweat, and even more his hair falling into her face as he kissed her.
Mog's body began to shake worse than before, her moaning mixed with a slight whimpering. She closed her eyes as her noises came out louder than before; probably loud enough for those in the livingroom to here.
Deacon's words fell upon deaf ears, Mog being too far gone in her own world of pleasure. Suddenly she let out a screaming of Deacon's name, her muscles contracting at his cock, pulling him deeper inside her.
Mog's shivering ceased; she panted heavily, she moaning lightly.
"Hmmm, I'm really starting to run out of ideas here." Travis said as he cracked his knuckles. "Zoey, I dare you to... I dare you to... to... ummm..." his eyes lit up as a grin hit his face. "Accidentally go upstairs, and into Mog's room. Apologise, and then come back here."
"You're kidding, right?" she asked, and then saw that, although he looked slightly uneasy, he wanted her to go through with it.
"Fine," she sighed, "But I'm making a hell of a lot of noise when I go up those steps. And... can I put some clothes on? It'd look really weird if I disrupted them in my bra and panties..."
She put on the puppydog look again. Hell, if it worked, why not stick with it?
Deacon knew he wouldn't last much longer. Mog's pussy was pulling at him insistantly, demanding his release.
His lips parted, in what might be thought of as pain in another situation, but was in reality all pleasure. He could feel his balls tighten, and his cock swell bigger inside of her.
He looked into her eyes, and picked up his pace, pounding himself into her.
"Meanie" Zoey grumbled, then began to get up slowly.
When she was up, she turned in the direction of Mog's room, looked back, stuck her tongue out at Travis, then set off through the kitchen, making sure to lift her legs and bring them crashing back down to the floor in order to make a loud enough noise.
It worked. She went thump-thumping down the corridor, hoping that Deacon and Mog weren't too 'busy' to hear her. She finally reached the door, and let out a breath. She creaked the door open, trying to muster up a look of complete surprise.