Exhibitionist Tourists

Alessandra and Csoky treat travel like foreplay. Where most couples chase landmarks, they chase the thrill of being watched. Tonight the Voyeur Motel gives them a free bed as long as the hidden lenses stay on. They’ve fucked on balconies, in parks, in the backs of cabs—tonight is just another address. Alessandra peels her dress off in one slow stretch, blond hair falling loose across her shoulders. Csoky is already hard. He grabs her hips, bends her toward the nearest camera, and sinks in deep. No talking. Just skin meeting skin, the wet slap of her against him, the little gasps she can’t hold back. She knows the red light is catching every angle. When he pulls out, thick ropes stripe her lips, her tongue, her chin. She smiles at the lens, cum glistening in the low light, and licks the corner of her mouth like dessert.