LesyaとLara、セヴァストポリ-ヤルタ高速道路でいたずら

I switched on the camera inside the G-Wagon, adjusted my dress so the lace of my stockings peeked out just a little, and smiled into the lens.

"Hey there, my darling Zhenya... and everyone watching our private channel. Today your humble cuckold hubby gets to watch your nympho wife turn back into Lara's personal elite whore. Today's video title is..." — I licked my lips — "Lesya and Lara Misbehave on the Sevastopol-Yalta Highway. Hang in there, sweetheart."

Lara stepped out of her mansion in a skin-tight suit that hugged every curve of her luxurious figure. She slid behind the wheel, tossed me her phone with an open chat.

"Read it, bitch. Three hundred people online already."

I skimmed the first few messages and felt the heat pool between my legs instantly.

"They want you to make me take off my panties right away and drive without them..." I whispered.

Lara smirked, started the engine, and reached over. Right as we pulled out of Yalta, she hiked up my expensive dress, yanked down my delicate lace panties, and tossed them into the glovebox.

"Done. Now your wet pussy's gonna rub against that leather seat the whole way."

We hit the highway. The sun was already dipping toward the sea, wind whipping through our hair. Lara drove with one hand, the other shamelessly sliding her fingers between my legs.

"Oh fuck, you're already dripping..." she purred. "The chat wants you to get on all fours on the front seat right now and show everyone that hole."

I glanced around quickly — barely any cars. My heart hammered like crazy. I turned, braced my chest against the seatback, and hiked my dress up to my waist. Lara switched on the interior camera.

"Look, boys, what a pretty ass my personal whore has." She gave my cheek a sharp slap. "Spread yourself."

I opened my legs wider. Lara shoved two fingers straight into my pussy, fucking me hard and deep.

"ああ... ラロチカ... もっと強く..." 俺はカメラを見つめながら喘いだ。

The chat exploded. A new task came through almost instantly.

Lara read it and let out a low, predatory laugh.

"They want us to pull off at that old motel on the next exit, and you suck off the first driver who stops. And I film close-up while you swallow."

My insides clenched with shame and wild arousal.

"Yes... I'll do whatever the chat commands..." I breathed.

We turned off. A beat-up SUV was already parked at the shoulder. A stocky guy in his forties climbed out. Lara walked up first, briefly explained the "game." He didn't believe it at first, but when he saw me drop to my knees right on the dusty asphalt, his eyes lit up.

I unzipped his fly, pulled out his thick, already-hard cock, and took it straight down my throat.

「んん…そう、もっと深く」とララは唸り、カメラをすぐ近くに構えました。「本当のセックスワイフがどうやるか、ジェーニャに見せてあげて。」

I sucked greedily, drool running down my chin, gagging but never stopping. The guy grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. Lara slipped her hand between my legs and rubbed my clit furiously.

"Come in her mouth," she ordered the driver. "And she swallows every last drop."

He grunted, flooding my throat with thick, hot cum. I swallowed, coughed, but got it all down.

Back in the car, Lara kissed me right on my messy lips.

「いい子だ、俺の可愛い小さな淫乱娘……チャットは大興奮だ。さあ続けよう。次の課題はもっと激しいぞ。」

She shifted into gear, and I, still trembling, whispered into the camera:

"Zhenya... I love you so much... but I can't stop anymore."

Lara put her hand on my thigh and squeezed hard.

"Next stop — the scenic overlook above the sea. You're gonna fuck two truckers at once. And I want to hear you scream 'I'm Lara's personal bitch.'"

私は目を閉じ、新たな興奮の波が完全に私を洗い流すのを感じた。

"Yes, Mistress... as you command."