..i'd jump on the bus and then catch the train. i pulled on a light cotton shirt and my leggings, threw my hair up in a loose bun and headed out the d...or. looking out the bus window my mind begins to wander to one of my favourite fantasies...******* a complete stranger in a public place where we might be seen... the chance of getting caught always makes it so much more exciting. at the next stop a guy, probably a few years older than me, boards the bus and sits on the seat across the aisle. he. I moved up her body and bit and licked and squeezed her tits and nipples. She still thought I had my shorts on and I positioned myself ready to enter her and did so all in one go and the squeal that came out of her was amazing. I lifted her legs and just started fucking her. She was gripping really hard on the edge of the sofa cushions and her eyes were all glazed and rolled up, which is a huge turn on for me. Then she started to grit her teeth and grunt and groan through them. I was looking at. ”“Shit. I bet that was it,” Ayanna muttered.“What was it? Why does it matter?”“Will...” Ayanna started, stopping as her brows lowered. “He’s got, like, an odd way of speaking? He doesn’t stutter, he doesn’t stammer, he doesn’t go ‘um’ or ‘uh’. He doesn’t say ‘like’ all the time, or ever if it’s not actually required. He says everything as a complete thought, like he’s planned it all out ahead of time, always. And he’s always very, very careful to use exactly the right words. I think it’s part. You pull me up kissing the delicate taste of yourself, You jump off the bar, turn around and point that tight ass at my me. I lift your skirt and stand behind you. My cock pressed at the entrance of your slit. You struggle to stay quiet as you feel me enter you. Your juices cover my head, so wet, so good. I push in watching your body curl at the pleasure my hands on the small of your back, my breath on your neck. You push against me, going deeper, sinking on to me. Your back arches as you.