my two friends masturbate in my car and i have them on camera [Caught in public]
The car’s interior was a furnace, the windows fogged over as thick as a whore’s makeup. I had the camera rolling, the lens fogging up as I panned across the backseat. There’s Jake, his cock out and greasy from the lube, stroking it like he’s trying to wring out the last drops of milk from a cow’s teat. Beside him, Lisa, her skirt hiked up to her tits, finger-fucking her pussy with a vigour that makes my own dick throb. She’s moaning, a filthy symphony of “oh fuck” and “don’t stop,” her eyes rolled back like a fucking maniac. Jake leans over, his spit dripping onto her tits as he licks and sucks her nipples, his hand still working his cock. The car stinks of sex and sweat, a fucking sauna of lust. Lisa’s hand moves from her pussy to Jake’s cock, coating it with her juices, making it glisten under the dim light. She’s a fucking mess, her makeup smeared, her hair wild, but she’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever seen. The camera captures every bloody detail, the raw, uncut reality of two friends getting off in the back of my car.
I zoom in on Lisa’s face as she takes Jake’s cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down like a fucking piston. The car rocks slightly with the motion, the engine purring softly in the background. Jake’s hands are in her hair, pulling and pushing, guiding her movements. The slurping sounds fill the car, a wet, obscene melody. I can see the veins bulging on Jake’s cock, the way Lisa’s saliva mixes with her pussy juices, making a fucking mess of his shaft. The camera shakes slightly as I adjust the angle, capturing the way Lisa’s throat constricts as she deepthroats him. Her eyes water, but she doesn’t stop, taking him deeper, choking on his cock. The car is a fucking porn set, the backseat a stage for their filthy performance. The camera rolls on, capturing every dirty, explicit moment, the raw, unfiltered truth of public fucking. The tension builds, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. It’s a fucking masterclass in debauchery, and I’m the lucky bastard with the front-row seat.
