As the game progresses, so does the heat. Hands roam, finding their way under clothes, feeling the warmth and dampness that wasn't there before. A moan escapes as a hand wraps around a throbbing cock, stroking slowly, expertly. Another hand slips into wet panties, fingers finding a slick, eager clit. The game is forgotten, replaced by the rhythm of hands moving, bodies writhing, the only sounds the wet noises of pleasure and the soft, urgent moans of release.