We stroked back and forth in single unison, your moans turning to screams of bliss, bouncing off the walls and filling my ears. We moved so perfectly ...ogether and it wouldn’t take long for another orgasm to overcome your body. As you shook on the bed, my cock still deep inside you, I could feel my own climax building. I let you relax before continuing, and as you did I remember gently suckling on your erect nipples, biting them occasionally. Resuming our perfect rhythm, my cock plunged deeper. This sensory overload was only enhanced after the cock shot a huge load of pearly white cum into her mouth, completely filling it up. Ashana swallowed it all. As the white cock's cum went down her Indian throat she felt a sensory overload throwing her into an orgasm in her vagina and also in her brain. She could feel these memories, thoughts, and emotions even stronger than ever before. It was as if he had become a permanent part of her now. Whether that was good or bad, she did not know. All. I hadn't taken long before her scent was starting to intoxicate me further and my growing erection reach out to her stationary hand. Her only reaction was a soft smile. The bus arrived not long after... But just long enough I had a little more control. I made sure she had her bus pass and I got on and sat down. She came and sat beside me and curled up to me. I put my arm around her and touched her leg and we rode in silent cuddle back to our part of town. She looked at me as we got off the bus. If you see that there, then I'm the one taking the orders." From that day forward, if she was the person on duty, I left the handkerchief on the seat and let her see all of my boner she wanted. She would always find something to talk about as she stared at my cock and I stared at the cleavage she so amply displayed, leaning out the window with her elbows tucked nicely together. Last week, when I got to work and unpacked my breakfast, I found that she had written her email address on a napkin.