Webcam Dare, Girl Squirts at Front Door of complete strangers house
Title: “Splashing the Splash Zone: A Wicked Webcam Dare Gone Wild”
The salacious scene unfolded like a sordid soap opera on a warm summer evening. Inside a sweltering suburban dwelling, two nubile young things – perpetually horny adolescents with an exhibitionist streak a mile wide – schemed up a shameless scheme. Elay’s ample assets–naturally mountainous and glorious – strained against the constraints of cheap cotton, her cleavage a creamy canyon awaiting exploration.
“You’re on, sis!” Lacy squealed, her excitement barely contained by the tank top she’d outgrown two summers prior. The siblings’ mutual penchant for carnal chaos would not be denied. Elay licked her ruby lips, a wicked gleam in her eye as she prepped the props: a cordless drill, a fistful of Mardi Gras beads, and her most buoyant bikini.
Mindless of risqué regulations, the girls went live on Elay’s channel, the outside world their willing audience. “Q&A time, bitches!” Elay whooped into the webcam. The naughty queries came pouring in, each filthier than the last. “Who’s up to a dare for some big brags and beads, bitches?”
“Me, me!” Lacy piped up, tugging at her top. Elay grinned deviously and presented the first question: “What will it take to get you out of that house?” Lacy’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she downed her sorority sister’s reaching daddy, sinking to the carpet like a rag doll. Elay knelt beside her, stroking Lacy’s hair as the convulsions subsided.
Engorged nipples tented the soggy fabric as Elay cradled her sister to her chest. “My turn, you little minx,” Elay purred. “I’m gonna give you a ride so good, your cooch will be screaming ‘Grandmother, what wonderful painful tattooing!'”
With feline grace, Elay rose and sauntered to the entryway as Lacy frantically buckled on the strap-on replica of her fake brother. Elay stroked the smooth brushed steel as Lacy panted and moaned, bucking into her sibling’s palm. Elay led her by the choker to the cracked front door, which creaked open into the sultry night.
Elay led Lacy to the darkened porch where neighborhood eyes might land upon the fleshly spectacle. Lacy wiggled her hips, her thong riding up the sweaty crease of her ass. Elay’s fingers dipped into the tight wetness, curling and pumping as Lacy’s cries rose in pitch and volume. Neighbors craned to peek around blinds as Elay frigged her sister on the precipice.
You could smell her; that phrase is no mere metaphor. Her desperate mewls turned into animal sounds, guttural yowls of pure, uncut lust. Elay’s talents had Lacy almost there, quivering like a tuning fork ready to shatter.
Suddenly, Elay withdrew, reddened fingers raised in benediction. Lacy whimpered in sweet agony, a single bead of moisture snaking from her cleavage to soak the crotch of her soaked panties. The tryst would not be complete till Elay bested that first heady trigger. Elay prepared to prolong the torture, to draw out Lacy’s pleasure till the very neighbors had front row seats to the afterglow.
