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I stood at the bus stop, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties drenched with arousal. The chilly autumn air only heightened the throbbing between my thighs as I waited for my ride. I couldn’t help myself, I was insatiable, a slut craving to be fucked in the most public of places. When the bus arrived, I didn’t even bother to board. Instead, I sauntered over to the driver, my hips swaying seductively. “Hey, handsome,” I purred, “I need you to help me out with something.”The man, taken aback by my forwardness, hesitated for a moment before a wolfish grin spread across his face. He stepped out from behind the wheel, his eyes roving over my body with hunger. I turned around, presenting my ass to him, and reached back to pull my thong aside. “Fuck me right here, in broad daylight,” I moaned,”
At The Bus Stop.
The driver’s hands gripped my hips as he yanked me against him, his thick cock pressing urgently against my slick folds. With a grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I cried out in ecstasy, my nails digging into the rough fabric of his uniform as he began to pump in and out of me with wild abandon. Passersby gawked and whispered as they walked by, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of his cock stretching me, the way he filled me so completely. I pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a desperate urgency . The bus driver’s grunts turned to growls as he fucked me harder, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples through my shirt. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my mind consumed by the raw, primal act of public sex. Just as I was nearing my climax, the driver’s phone rang, jolting us both.