She smiled, bending further to “inspect” the menu, the camisole riding up to expose her bare ass and clit, wet and swollen. “Very,” she purred, leading them behind a stack of crates, out of sight but dangerously close to the crowd. Rohan sat on a bench nearby, pretending to read, his eyes fixed on her. She pulled the first vendor close, unzipping his shorts, his cock thick and pulsing. She straddled him, guiding him into her wet pussy, her moans soft as she rode him, her breasts bouncing, spilling out through the armholes, nipples grazing his chest. Her clit rubbed against him, the arrow of hair a guide, and she came hard, her pussy clenching as he pulled out, cumming on her face, white streaks dripping down her cheeks, some landing on her clit, mixing with her wetness.
The second vendor took his turn, pinning her against a crate, thrusting deep, her pussy gripping him, her breasts fully exposed now, bouncing wildly. He came on her pussy, his cum dripping over her clit, coating the arrow of hair. Sonia adjusted her camisole, cum glistening on her face and pussy, and walked back to Rohan, tourists staring, some whispering. The kids waved, unbothered, as she rejoined them, her clit still dripping, visible with every step.
At a highway rest stop that afternoon, en route to a temple tour, Sonia spotted two truck drivers, burly men in their 30s, near a food stall. The camisole barely covered her, her breasts bouncing, clit exposed as she approached, asking for directions. Rohan parked the car nearby, the kids napping inside, his eyes on her. She led the drivers to a secluded corner behind the stall, her camisole hiked up, pussy bare. The first driver lifted her onto a crate, his cock thick as he thrust into her, her moans echoing softly, her clit rubbing against him. He came on her face, thick ropes dripping down her chin, while the second driver fucked her pussy, pulling out to cum on her clit, the white streaks mixing with the first load.
Sonia walked back to the car, cum dripping from her face and pussy, her camisole stained and clinging, her clit glistening. Rohan’s eyes were wild as she slid into the passenger seat. That night, in their hotel room, with the kids asleep in the next bed, he knelt between her legs, licking the cum from her clit, savoring the taste of four men, his tongue swirling over her swollen bud. Her breasts spilled out, nipples hard as he cleaned her face, then fucked her hard, her pussy wet and used, her moans muffled to avoid waking the kids.
Day 2: The Temple and the Hotel
On Tuesday, the family visited a cliffside temple, the ocean roaring below. Sonia’s white camisole was dirtier now, stained with cum and sweat, the sheer fabric almost transparent, her 34DD breasts bouncing, nipples visible, her clit exposed with every step. The kids ran ahead, exploring statues, their giggles echoing as they accepted her attire. “Mom’s naked again,” Nia said, waving, unfazed.
Rohan’s dare was relentless: “Five guys today. Make one a double penetration. I’ll help.” Sonia’s pulse raced, her pussy already wet. At the temple, she spotted three tourists, young men in their early 20s, staring as she leaned against a pillar, the camisole riding up to flash her ass and clit. She led them to a secluded garden path, Rohan trailing, pretending to take photos. She hiked the camisole to her waist, her breasts spilling out, and straddled the first guy, his cock sliding into her pussy, her clit grinding against him. The second guy fucked her mouth, his cum splattering her face as she moaned, her breasts bouncing wildly. The third took her from behind, his cock deep in her pussy, cumming on her clit, the white streaks dripping down her arrow of hair.