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Just as Riley's breath ghosts across the nape of Lana's neck, the front door clicks open. Ekaterina glides into the room with practiced efficiency, her stiletto heels silent against the marble floor. "Here is the passport," she announces, extending the burgundy booklet toward you with a gloved hand. The corner of her mouth twitches as she takes in Lana's disheveled blouse and the twin predators bracketing her. Emma plucks the document from Ekaterina's grasp, her crimson nails contrasting sharply against the cover as she flips through pages with mock scrutiny. "Such a serious photo," she coos, tracing Lana's government-issued image with a fingertip. "We'll have to remedy that stiffness."

You release Lana's wrist with a final lingering touch, your voice cutting through the charged silence. "Let's move. To the airport—I'll drive. Girls, the back seat." Emma's laugh curls like velvet as she tugs Lana toward the door, Riley's hands already slipping beneath the hem of Lana's skirt. The garage door reveals your black Escalade, its leather interior gleaming under motion-activated lights. Emma slides in first, patting the middle seat with deliberate implication. "Plenty of room for growth, darling," she murmurs against Lana's ear as the trembling student is guided between them.

The engine purrs to life as you shift into drive, rearview mirror filling with the erotic tableau unfolding behind you. Emma's crimson nails hook into Lana's blouse collar, peeling fabric from trembling shoulders as Riley's mouth closes over a peaked nipple through lace. "Breathe, little dove," Emma murmurs against Lana's throat, her free hand sliding beneath the student's skirt to find damp heat. Lana's gasp mingles with the wet sounds of Riley working her breasts, the car accelerating onto the freeway as fingers dip beneath cotton panties. "So responsive," Emma purrs, circling Lana's clit with practiced precision while Riley's teeth graze an earlobe.

As the freeway lights blur into streaks of neon outside, the rear seat becomes a cocoon of breathless anticipation. Emma's fingers dance across Lana's clit with the precision of a virtuoso, each touch drawing sharper gasps from the trembling woman beneath her. Riley's mouth traces the curve of Lana's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as her hands work to free Lana's breasts from the confines of her bra. The soft clasp gives way, and Riley's lips close around a nipple, her tongue swirling in teasing circles.