Jenna's American Sex Star - Episode 4

The prize sits right there, close enough that the girls can almost taste it. Lacie, Brea, Tiffany, and Michelle stand shoulder to shoulder, every muscle tight, every breath short. One of them is about to claim it. The others will only watch. Brea bites her lip and steps forward first, hands sliding down the backs of her thighs as she bends at the waist. The motion is slow and deliberate, like she wants everyone to see the wet sheen between her legs before the final stretch. She plants her palms, spreads her feet, and arches her back until her ass is high and open. Lacie mutters something filthy under her breath. Tiffany reaches down without thinking and touches herself. Michelle just stares, chest rising fast, nipples hard against the thin fabric of her top. Brea holds the pose, breathing through parted lips, waiting for the signal that will tell her whether she has won or whether another girl will push her aside and take her place.