Totally Busted - Episode 2

The Totally Busted crew already had their next targets lined up. They watched the fresh faces slip past, none of them knowing how carefully the trap was being set. One camera hovered low beneath a balcony rail, another hid in plain sight behind tinted glass. When the first mark stepped into frame, the director gave a silent nod. The guy was tall, shirt clinging to him, and the woman walking beside him laughed without a care. Their steps slowed near the fountain. A hidden mic caught every word. The crew held still. Then the trap sprung: a quick spray of water from a rigged spout soaked her thin dress, turning it see-through in an instant. She gasped, nipples stiff against the fabric. He reached to help but his hand brushed the wet curve of her breast, and for a second neither pulled away. The shot stayed tight on that touch, the fabric clinging, the quick breath she sucked between parted lips. Another rig clicked on overhead and drenched them both. She laughed, then shivered, pressing closer. He pulled her in, one hand sliding down her back to grip the swell of her ass through soaked cotton. Water streamed between their bodies. Her hand dropped, found the hard line of his cock against his jeans, squeezed once. The crew kept rolling, every moan, every wet slide captured in high definition.