Exposure - Chapter 2

While out sightseeing, Clara noticed someone hotter than the view: Roberto pounding pavement in a sweat-soaked shirt. Numbers swapped. Minutes later she’s stretched across her couch, fingers working between slick folds, picturing the same body pressing her down. She hits video call, spreads her legs wide for the lens. Roberto moans low, shirt off now, stroking himself as the speed builds on both ends. Next window over, Venus watches their frames flicker. She taps in, snags the feed, and slips two fingers deep while Clara rides her hand for Roberto’s hard cock. A quick spoofed text lands Roberto at Clara’s door. The second he kneels, his tongue drags slow and filthy through wet heat; Clara chokes on a gasp, hips already rolling, grinding her soaked cunt across his open mouth. Venus bites her lip and keeps pace. Clara fucks his face harder, thighs trembling, until she can’t take it—sliding down his length she rides him till Roberto’s back arches and he comes in thick, urgent pulses inside her.