... and her nipples perky and pink.
Freddie told Sam exactly what she'd be doing if she went through with it, but she was stubborn as ever. His only concession to her was agreeing to swap vaginal intercourse for anal, because, in her words "It'd be too fucking embarrassing to have a short-dick nerd like you pop my cherry. I'm saving it for someone who'll fuck me properly, like Spencer. There's gotta be a reason why he gets so much pussy."
He was already slowly jerking himself up and down. "I want this over as quickly as possible." At that, Sam's eyes gleamed. An idea formed. "Wait... how about we make one more bet."
"We have a race to see who can cum first. If I win, I don't have to be your slave."
"And what do I get if you lose?"
"You can fuck me for real. And you get another full day for it."
"Deal. How does this work."
"I think it's pretty straightforward."
"When do we start."
"Give me 30 seconds so I can get wet, then start. You just watch till then."
"Wait. How will I know when you cum? What if you fake it. I hear chicks can do that pretty well."
"Dork, I'm not going to fucking fake it. You'll know when I cum, you'll hear when I cum, and you'll fucking see it. There's a draft in here blowing over my pussy, I'm horny as fuck, so it's not going to take long."