At a Crowded Roadside CAFE I Made My Sister’s Husband Sit Near Me and Touch My PUSSY [Candid & creepshots]

The sun beat down mercilessly as I slid into the bench seat at the roadside cafe, the scent of exhaust fumes and cheap perfume mingling in the air. My sister’s husband, Tom, was already there, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and lust as I positioned myself right next to him, our thighs touching. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his jeans straining against the bulge that was growing more prominent by the second. I leaned in, my breath hot on his ear, “You know, Tom, I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have your fingers inside me.” His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his hand drift to my thigh, his calloused fingers rough against my smooth skin. I spread my legs slightly, giving him better access, and he didn’t hesitate to slip his hand under the hem of my shorts, his fingers brushing against the wet lace of my thong. I moaned softly, the sound lost in the cacophony of the busy cafe, as he pushed the fabric aside and slid a finger into my slick pussy, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. I could feel the tension building in my body, the heat of his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I reached down, my hand covering his, guiding his fingers deeper, faster, as I rode his hand, my body shuddering with each thrust. The risk of being caught, the filthiness of the act, only heightened my arousal, and I could feel myself spiraling towards the edge, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Tom’s fingers moved expertly, his thumb pressing down on my clit as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. I came hard, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I bit down on my lip to stifle my cries. The world around me faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in a dirty dance of desire and deceit.

Tom pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with my juices, and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean as he looked into my eyes. The raw, carnal hunger in his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. I knew this was just the beginning, that there was more to come, more filth to explore. The crowd around us buzzed on, oblivious to the secret we shared, to the candid, creepy shots that captured our dirty deed. The thrill of it all kept me buzzing, my body aching for more, ready for whatever twisted pleasure came next.