Caught in the Act: Masturbating in the Car in Broad Daylight While Her Horny Hubby Drives! [Caught in public]

Buckled into the passenger seat, she tugs down her dress, baring her tits to the sunlight streaming through the windshield. The car hums along the highway, her husband’s hands gripping the wheel, eyes flickering between the road and her naked flesh. She watches him swallow hard, adjusting his cock in his jeans. A dirty smirk plays on her lips as she slips a hand between her thighs, pushing her dress up higher. “Fuck, look at you,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. She moans softly, fingers dipping into her wet pussy, spreading her juices up to her clit. The car swerves slightly as he fights to keep his eyes on the road, his breathing ragged. She can see the bulge in his pants growing, straining against the fabric. She fucks herself with two fingers, her hips bucking slightly, lost in the sensation. Her husband reaches over, his hand gripping her thigh, squeezing hard. “Keep driving,” she commands, her voice breathy. “Don’t you dare stop.”

The car speeds up, the engine roaring as he obeys. She can feel the vibrations through the seat, adding to the pleasure coursing through her body. She pulls her fingers out of her pussy, bringing them to her mouth, sucking off her juices. Her husband groans, his hand leaving the wheel to stroke his cock through his pants. She watches him, her eyes heavy-lidded, as she pinches her nipples, twisting them hard. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending shocks through her body. She can feel her orgasm building, her breath coming in short gasps. Her husband’s hand is a blur on his cock, his knuckles white. She can see the pre-cum staining his jeans. “Fuck, I’m close,” she whispers, her fingers a flurry on her clit. Her husband grunts, his body tense. She can feel the car slowing down, his foot pressing on the brake. She looks out the window, seeing a rest stop up ahead. “Pull over,” she commands, her voice hoarse with need. He obeys, the car screeching to a halt. She unbuckles her seatbelt, turning to him, her dress hiked up around her waist. “Now,” she demands, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Fuck me, now.”