Meanwhile; Casandra gets a bit bored

Casandra sits in the dark, the only light illuminating the inside is coming from the laundromat and her phone. She mindlessly scrolls through some kind of social media page, trying to kill some time while she waits for her clothes to be washed.

She still can’t believe the others were so willing to go outside with nothing on. “Do they have no shame? Must be a local thing,” Casandra said to herself, wondering if she was just raised differently.

But as she thinks of her friends, she can’t help but not think about their nudity in a more, inappropriate manner. Yuri being such a tease with her flashing her stuff and Jessica’s cute body and fine ass permeate through her mind. The feeling of Jessica’s lips on her own is still there, like phantom pain to an amputee. The feeling still lingers, and Casandra doesn’t know how to feel about that.

And then, Yuri fingering Jessica right next to her, unabashedly shaking as she reaches climax. She didn’t know how to react except to just stare out of the corner of her eye. Something about Yuri being so commanding with Jessica as she thrusted her fingers in an out of her makes Casandra’s core feel all warm.

She then looks down at her own nudity, staring at her massive breasts, taunt stomach, and clean shaven pussy now slightly soaked in a strange substance.

Casandra slowly reaches down and gently rubs her sensitive clit with circular motions. As she does this, she realizes how worked up she’s been all night. She’s only had one opportunity to orgasm today, and it was unfairly interrupted before she could finish. But now, she is all alone, with no one to stop her.

Low, growly moans escape her mouth as she starts to rub herself faster. She leans back in her seat, her butt on the edge of the cushion as her back arches. This feeling is starting to get addictive, and the fact she’s doing it in someone’s car, so far away from home makes it feel… Dangerous.

But masturbating isn’t doing it for her. No matter how fast she rubs, she can’t get herself up the hill of ecstasy. She slumps back in her seat; sweaty, breathless, and frustrated. She wants desperately to get off, but she needs a little push.

She looks over at her phone lying on the seat next to her. Upon looking the phone, a thought comes to Casandra’s head. Something more dangerous and daring.

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She takes her phone and pulls up and opens her and Eric’s messages. She licks her lips in anticipation as she presses on the camera button. Her heart races at the thought of what she’s about to do, almost second guessing herself, but her horny side has taken over her brain.

She pulls the phone back and poses for a photo. She places her pointer and middle finger near her pussy, making a V shape around her now soaked lips. While her head isn’t in frame, her nude body is, and that’s all that matters to her at the moment.

With a flash and camera shutter, the picture is taken and sent to her boyfriend.

She eagerly watches the chat, waiting for Eric to see her photo. Knowing him, he might be asleep, but Casandra has seen him stay up way past midnight before.

Her eyes light up as she sees a pop up with three dots. Eric is typing something, and for sure saw her nude.

Eric: Damn!!!!

Eric: Where you at, bb?

Casandra: Laundromat by Sarah’s place. You cumming~?

Eric: Lol

Eric: Fuck yeah! Wanna see that shit in person!

Casandra: See you soon, hun~

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Casandra gets all giddy as she puts her phone down. Soon she’ll see her boyfriend as he gazes on her nude body. The thought of him having his way with her out in public is getting her worked up, causing her to lightly fiddle with her moist lips.