POV: Divya Rana | Time: 8:38 a.m. | Location: Behind SUV – Staff Lot
The heat didn't let up. If anything, it grew heavier. More humid. More charged. The air around her buzzed like a storm waiting to break.
Divya stayed low behind the SUV, her cheek pressed to the hot metal for support, her fingers trembling in her lap. She was slick. Soaked. Cum still coated her inner thighs from the climax that had just ripped through her minutes ago—and already, her clit ached again, hungry and pulsing.
And yet her eyes never blinked.
Because the sight before her had become the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
Jasmine sat back on Ryan now, knees wide across the leather seats, her body turned in reverse cowgirl. Her skirt had long since vanished beneath her hips, blouse discarded. Sweat gleamed on her spine. Her ass rolled, slow and sensual, as she ground down against him.
She wasn't bouncing yet.
She was teasing.
Grinding her slick folds over his cock—letting him throb against her entrance but not sink in.
Ryan's hands rested on her waist, calm, heavy, claiming.
And kneeling in front of them, nestled between Ryan's parted knees, was Geeta.
Still topless.
Still on her knees.
Her tongue extended as she licked along the base of his cock—licking up Jasmine's wetness, her breath hot and shaky.
Jasmine moaned.
"Good girl… lick him clean for me."
Geeta nodded, eyes glazed, tongue working desperately as she followed the curve of Ryan's shaft. Her hands rested on his thighs for balance, her body moving subtly in sync with Jasmine's slow grind above her.
Divya whimpered.
Quiet.
Hopeless.
She rubbed again, hand buried inside her panties, two fingers stroking her clit in small, tight circles.
Her body responded instantly—too fast. Her muscles clenched. Her thighs trembled.
And still she watched.
Ryan tilted his head back.
"Bounce on it," he growled. "Now."
Jasmine laughed—dark and breathless—and lowered herself in one controlled movement, letting Ryan's cock disappear into her pussy inch by inch.
She moaned like it was the first time.
Geeta gasped softly at the sight, her tongue brushing his balls.
And then Jasmine began to ride.
She bounced.
Slow at first.
Her ass lifted and dropped.
Lifted. Dropped.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Each connection echoed through the parking lot, hidden beneath the general airport noise but loud enough for Divya to feel it in her chest.
Ryan groaned.
"Fuck, yes…"
Jasmine threw her head back.
Geeta leaned in, licking whatever exposed skin she could find, kissing the crease of Jasmine's ass, the line of Ryan's base, moaning softly as she worshiped both.
Divya came.
Again.
The orgasm broke her open.
She gasped into her wrist.
Her thighs locked.
Her body shook.
And still—
She watched.
Jasmine rode harder now.
The car rocked gently.
Geeta had slipped one hand between her own thighs and was touching herself while licking them.
Her tongue traced circles around Ryan's cock each time Jasmine lifted.
Her fingers were soaked.
Her moans sounded like prayers.
Jasmine looked over her shoulder.
Straight at Ryan.
"Fill me," she whispered.
"Use me."
Ryan's grip tightened on her hips.
He thrust upward.
Once.
Twice.
Harder.
Jasmine gasped. Her body bounced.
She slammed down to meet him.
Geeta whimpered.
"Let me taste it," she begged.
Ryan pulled Jasmine down and held her there, deep and tight.
Then said, "Ride my face."
Jasmine climbed forward, lifting herself off him.
Ryan's cock glistened—coated in her arousal.
Without missing a beat, Geeta leaned in and wrapped her lips around the shaft, sucking hungrily.
Jasmine crawled over the console, turning to straddle Ryan's face.
Her pussy lowered to his mouth.
And he moaned.
Geeta sucked while Jasmine grinded.
The sounds of slurping, licking, gasping, groaning filled the convertible.
And Divya—trembling behind the car—lost herself again.
She pressed three fingers against her clit now.
No restraint.
No mercy.
Her body jerked.
Her orgasm surged up from her core, ripping through her spine like lightning.
She bit down on her knuckles, moaning into her palm.
Her pussy clenched.
She felt it pulse around nothing.
She needed something inside her.
But she didn't move.
Didn't dare.
Inside the car, Geeta licked until her mouth was soaked.
Then she kissed Jasmine.
Sloppy.
Tongue-first.
As Jasmine moaned into Ryan's face.
Ryan pulled his mouth away just long enough to growl:
"You two are fucking perfect."
Divya came again.
Her vision blurred.
Her body collapsed slightly to the side.
She caught herself on the car's tire.
Her fingers never left her clit.
The smell of sex hung thick in the air.
Geeta had stopped thinking—she was all action now.
Jasmine was radiant, riding Ryan's mouth like she owned the world.
And Divya—
Divya had never wanted anything so badly in her life.
Final line:
She was ruined. And she wanted more.
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POV: Divya Rana | Location: Behind the SUV | Time: 8:41 a.m.
Divya didn't think her body could tremble any harder than it already had.
But as Jasmine climbed back into Ryan's lap—bare, slick, hair wild around her flushed face—and turned to face away from him, settling into a full reverse cowgirl position, something inside Divya simply gave way.
She gripped the bumper of the SUV harder than before. Her breathing had gone shallow again. Her panties were ruined, soaked through completely. Every inch of her throbbed, tingled, ached.
The moment Jasmine sank her hips down—taking Ryan's cock back into her dripping pussy—Divya forgot how to exhale.
Jasmine rode him slow.
Deliberate.
Back arched, hands on her thighs, tits jiggling with each subtle bounce of her hips.
Ryan leaned back against the seat, eyes half-closed, mouth parted. One hand held Jasmine's waist; the other slid up her spine, following the sweat-slick trail between her shoulder blades.
And kneeling between his legs—kneeling lower now, hunched forward—was Geeta.
Still topless.
Still licking.
Divya saw her tongue swipe from base to tip every time Jasmine lifted.
Geeta's fingers were between her own legs again. She was moaning. Soft. Regular. Submissive.
Her cheeks were red, her lips shiny with spit and Jasmine's wetness.
And she loved it.
Divya pressed her knuckles to her mouth and whimpered into the heat.
She had already climaxed twice.
She wasn't sure she could survive a third.
But her hand was inside her panties again. Slow at first. Then faster.
Watching Jasmine bounce—watching Ryan thrust upward in return—watching Geeta lick and groan and beg for more…
It was too much.
Too perfect.
Jasmine moaned louder as she picked up pace.
Her thighs tensed with every rise.
Her ass slapped down on Ryan's lap with each descent.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Ryan grunted.
Geeta whimpered.
Jasmine gasped, twisting her hair over one shoulder, riding like a goddess atop a throne of sin.
And Divya watched it all.
Eyes wide. Locked. Glazed with tears she didn't realize were forming.
"Fuck, Jasmine…" Ryan growled. "Just like that."
Jasmine turned her head slightly—grinning through her panting.
"Reverse view has its perks, doesn't it?"
Then she looked at Geeta, eyes smoldering.
"Tongue lower, baby."
Geeta obeyed.
She shifted, face now buried between Ryan's thighs—licking his balls, kissing the space where Jasmine's juices had pooled.
Divya gasped.
Her fingers rubbed faster.
She pushed the heel of her palm against her clit.
Her body shuddered again.
So close.
So ready.
Inside the convertible, Ryan grabbed Jasmine's hips tighter.
He thrust upward harder.
Once. Twice.
Jasmine cried out, hands slamming to his knees to brace herself.
Geeta didn't stop.
She licked faster.
Then she kissed the back of Jasmine's thigh.
Then her ass.
Then the crease where cock met cunt.
Jasmine moaned louder.
Divya bit into her wrist.
The climax slammed through her.
Hard.
Her body jolted violently behind the car.
She twisted her face into the wheel well, praying no one walked by, no one turned the corner, no one heard the broken sounds trying to escape her throat.
Her legs collapsed.
She slid halfway to the ground.
Her hand still between her legs.
Her pussy clenching around nothing.
And still—
She watched.
Jasmine leaned back harder now, hair cascading down her spine.
Her thighs slapped down.
Ryan's fingers dug into her skin.
His face was red now. Sweat beaded across his forehead.
"Gonna fill you," he grunted.
"Gonna wreck you in front of her."
Jasmine looked over her shoulder—straight at Divya's hiding spot.
And smiled.
Geeta licked faster, moaning around every breath.
Her face was flushed, her jaw slack with reverence.
She'd become addicted.
And she didn't care.
"Beg for it," Ryan growled.
Jasmine's voice broke on the edge of scream.
"Please! Fuck me harder! I want it! I want it all!"
Divya couldn't stop herself.
She was wet again.
Soaked through.
She reached back down—quicker this time.
The fire returned instantly.
Watching Jasmine cum was like watching raw lightning.
Jasmine's back arched violently.
She screamed—head thrown back.
Her body convulsed over Ryan's lap.
Ryan groaned—long, deep, broken.
Then he came.
He thrust once.
Twice.
Held.
Jasmine shuddered—hands grasping for balance.
Geeta whimpered—tongue licking up their combined release.
And Divya exploded.
Her climax tore through her.
Third.
Final.
Devastating.
She couldn't hold the sound anymore.
It slipped out—a muffled moan, half-choked in the crook of her arm.
Her pussy clenched.
Her muscles failed.
Her body slumped against the concrete—wet, panting, twitching.
And from the car, Jasmine's voice—sated and mocking:
"She came again."
"Didn't she?"
Geeta smiled.
Ryan smirked.
And Divya, hiding, knew she was theirs.