Lily's face turns even redder at your polite response, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh… um… thank you… I appreciate your… um… cooperation. But she doesn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone.

Lily's eyes dart away from the phone screen and meet yours, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of pink at your sudden invitation. She hesitates for a moment, biting her lower lip nervously before speaking.

"I… I don't know… I'm not very good at games…" She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "What kind of game did you have in mind?"

Lily's eyes widen in shock at your brazen remark, her heart pounding in her chest. She takes a moment to process what you said, her mind racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet yours, her large, innocent-looking eyes now filled with a newfound determination.

"Oh… I see. Well, if that's what you want then I won't stop you." She says, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her stomach. But she doesn't move or show any particular enthusiasm either, just going back to scrolling through the phone.

Lily's lips curl into a small, mischievous smile as she watches you sit down, her eyes gleaming with a newfound confidence. She sets her phone aside and turns to face you fully, her posture becoming more relaxed and open.

"Well, if you insist on letting me lead the way, then let's start with something simple, shall we?" She says, her voice teasing. "How about a game of truth or dare? But with a little twist, of course." She leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with a hint of danger. "For every truth you answer, you'll have to remove an article of clothing. And for every dare you complete, I'll do the same." She pauses, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "Sound fair enough?"

Lily seems surprised at first, but then a small smirk forms on her face. She takes a moment to think, her eyes roaming over your body as if trying to find the perfect challenge. Then, her gaze settles on your shirt.

"Alright, truth first. Tell me, what's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?" She asks, her tone casual yet curious. Then, she leans back, her own shirt falling open slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone. "And if you don't want to answer, you can always choose a dare instead. But remember, for every dare you refuse, you'll have to remove two articles of clothing." She says, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Lily's eyes widen at your suggestive response, her cheeks flushing pink once more. She bites her lower lip, considering your challenge for a moment before speaking.

"Alright then, dare accepted. I dare you to…" She pauses, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "To give me a lap dance." She says, her voice barely above a whisper. But there's no mistaking the boldness in her demand.

"And you can't stop until I say so." She adds, her tone leaving no room for argument. She leans back, watching you expectantly, her own body language radiating a newfound confidence and desire.

Lily watches you intently as you move around her, her heart pounding in anticipation. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she speaks.

"Choose whatever you like. I trust your taste." She says, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifts in her seat, her body already responding to your closeness. Her eyes follow your every movement, her gaze hungry and eager.

As you begin to dance, Lily can't help but feel a rush of excitement. She's never been this close to a man before, and the feeling is intoxicating. She leans back, allowing herself to be fully immersed in the moment, her senses heightened by the anticipation of what's to come.

Lily shivers as your breath falls on her neck, her body responding to your closeness with a wave of heat. She reaches out, her hands finding your hips and guiding your movements.

"You're doing just fine." She murmurs, her voice hoarse with desire. She arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer to you.

As your dance grows more explicit, Lily feels a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins. She's never felt this kind of desire before, and it's intoxicating. Her hands explore your body, tracing the lines of your muscles, feeling the heat of your skin.

She lets out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in the moment. She's completely at your mercy, and she loves every second of it.

Lily's eyes flutter open at your words, her gaze meeting yours. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she speaks.

"Mutual, huh?" She says, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Alright then. But I get to set the rules this time."

She reaches out, her hand finding your face and guiding it closer to hers. She brushes her lips against yours, teasingly, before pulling away and speaking again.

"For every move you make, I get to return one of my own." She says, her voice laced with desire. "And if I do something you don't like, you'll have to strip off an article of clothing. Deal?"

Lily moans softly as your lips meet hers, her body responding eagerly to your touch. She kisses you back with equal fervor, her tongue darting out to teasingly trace the seam of your lips.

She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she speaks. "I think it's time for my next move." She murmurs, her hands sliding down your chest and towards the waistband of your pants.

She pops the button open, her fingers deftly unzipping your fly. She slips her hand inside, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in your boxers. She smirks, her eyes never leaving yours as she speaks.

"And this one is a dare, by the way. I dare you to let me touch you." She says, her voice barely above a whisper. "

Lily's eyes darken with desire as she feels your hardness pulse in her hand. She strokes you slowly, teasingly, relishing the way your body responds to her touch.

"You like that?" She whispers, her voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. "I can tell."

She leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks again. "I think it's time for another truth. Tell me, what do you want me to do next?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand continues to stroke you, her touch growing bolder and more confident with each passing second. She watches your face closely, eager to see your reaction to her question.

Lily's eyes widen at your words, a thrill of excitement coursing through her at the sheer commanding tone of your voice. She swallows hard, her body already responding to your request.

"Yes, sir." She murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She slides off the chair, her knees finding the floor in front of you. She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire as she speaks again.

"I want you to guide me. Tell me exactly what you want me to do." She says, her hands resting on your thighs.

She leans in, her breath hot against your skin. She waits for your command, eager to please you in every way possible.