The motel room was lit with soft lights, and the mirrors on the walls multiplied our image. Sara and I, wearing tight red dresses, looked ready for a secret show.

“Are you really going to teach me how to twerk here?” Sara asked, laughing nervously. “Sure.” “And we’re going to record it as a souvenir,” I replied, placing my cell phone in front of us.

The music started, vibrant reggaeton that filled the room. I moved my hips freely, tapping the rhythm in front of the mirror, while Sara tried to imitate me. Her first steps were clumsy and so funny that I had to stop myself from laughing so much.

“I can’t do this,” she exclaimed, laughing.

“Yes, you can. You just have to let go of your embarrassment.” “Look, knees bent, and boom!” I exaggerated the movement to show what the dance was like. Then I proposed a challenge.

Let’s have a competition. Whoever twerks the best wins. Whoever loses pays penance. She gave me a curious look.

What penance?

You’ll know. The music started playing again and we began the duel. I let myself go, moving confidently in front of the camera. Sara, although she tried hard, kept failing gracefully. Every time she made a mistake, we both doubled over with laughter, interrupting so much that in the end Sara lost the opportunity to perform a very funny penance. We began to undress. She lay down and I punished her. I filled her mouth with shit, she had to eat it. I saw it was exciting. Mmm. Then we did the same with me, but in the end it was unexpected. I vomited everything.

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