*She made sure to tug down on her top, exposing the graceful curve of her tanned breasts through the deep cut of the flowing white blouse. She had money to win, and this was the finals, after all. With her dark hair in ringlets, full lips, deep, penetrating eyes, and soft, full curves, Amanda had tripped every male contestant into fucking her before the week-long game ended. She wasn’t about to lose now, but there was only one more day to go.*
Grant adjusted his jeans. He could not get comfortable. He was not allowed to touch his own cock except when he was pissing, and even that was getting difficult, as the slightest touch made him get hard. Living with Amanda, alone, on live-stream for a week had been the single most demanding act of sexual self-control he’d ever experienced. But this was it, the final day, a million dollars if he won, and all he had to do was not fuck her, that and, as per the contract they’d both signed, not wait and fuck after either. No contact at all between contestants for a year afterwards or the prize money was gone. It would be too easy to cheat and fuck afterwards, otherwise.