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The last afternoon of the weekend 

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It's the weekend, damn it, I still have to work half a day. Old Wang is playing cards online, the office is so quiet, so
boring. I'm going to meet a girl this afternoon, but I still have five or six hours to go. Time is dragging on. Hmm, maybe I should
check out Morok and write down some thoughts. Hehe.

I love Morok, I love reading about the experiences of bus perverts. I envy those guys' heroic
encounters , but I have the desire but not the courage. Usually on the bus, I can only steal a glance at women's breasts or accidentally
touch them, I wouldn't dare to go any further. However, yesterday after work, I had a good time.

Because it was the last afternoon of the weekend, there were a lot of people leaving work, the bus was very crowded. As soon as I got on, I habitually
scanned the whole bus, and wow, it was full of old people, all gray and unkempt, not a single pretty girl, and it
was packed , so I had to stand disappointedly by the door. —At this hour, the bus should usually be full of pretty girls,
since it's the busiest line in the city, passing through the most luxurious commercial districts. But today, it's all old and haggard
women . How boring!

Wait, the bus has arrived at another stop. Ah, a wave of people squeezed on, carrying small backpacks; they looked like students.
Oh, there's a university here. They're on holiday, going home. Three girls squeezed in front of me. I
looked , and wow, the one in front was a beauty! She had fair skin, a round face, sexy
lips, bright eyes, and long, curved eyelashes. Most alluring were her breasts. Now that the weather is warmer, she was wearing
a thin sweatshirt, and her full breasts were about to burst out of her bra. What a cute student!

It was too crowded. She glanced inside and naturally snuggled into my arms. I held onto the handrail with one hand,
greedily peering through the gap in her clothes at her fair, round areolas, and my little brother stood erect.

She was quite voluptuous, but her waist was slim, giving her a very well-proportioned figure. I, too, was quite handsome, dressed in a suit and tie
, wearing gold-rimmed glasses—a truly dashing man. Who, besides myself, would suspect that this seemingly upright gentleman
was indulging in lewd thoughts?

I switched hands, putting my left hand down and habitually slipping it into my pocket, and began to act.

My hand in my pocket began to intentionally or unintentionally brush against her buttocks. She was so close to me; I could
smell the lemon perfume in her hair and the sweet scent of a teenage girl wafting from her nose.

Through her clothes, my hand gently roamed over her buttocks. She was wearing thin nylon casual pants, which
felt fleshy to the touch. Her buttocks were indeed very soft, comfortable, and elastic; her underwear
was small and tight.

I glanced at her; she seemed completely absorbed in looking out the window, oblivious to everything else. My courage
grew , and I began to explore a wider area. I found that alluring cleft, warm and seemingly
ripe. I gently rubbed it, my little brother almost bursting.

She remained motionless, but I could feel it; she must have sensed my movements. But why
didn't she move at all? Neither resisting nor trying to escape—what an adorable little girl.

I simply took my hand out of my pocket and placed it between my little brother and her buttocks. Wow,
this felt even better! I even touched her slender waist, though not from the front; otherwise, I could have touched those
intoxicating breasts. Her waist was so thin, and her buttocks so pert. My little brother remained
erect , pressing against her buttocks, moving rhythmically with the swaying of the bus. The student girl still did
n't move, but she pressed closer and closer to me. Her delicate hands gripped the handrail, her expression looking somewhat
unnatural , her breathing a little rapid. I really could feel it—wow, she knew what I was doing! But she
didn't seem disgusted!

Suddenly, my little brother shuddered, and I felt something warm seeping out. I quickly looked
around; the bus was still packed with people, and it seemed no one was paying attention to me. But I still felt a little guilty, so I quickly
changed position and turned around.

I felt quite comfortable already. I wondered what the girl was feeling. She must know
what I had just done to her, but she liked it too. So I did an experiment myself to
test my judgment.

Sure enough, the bus started to thin out, and I could move around. That cute little girl actually
squeezed in front of me and pressed herself against me! Holy crap, she actually threw herself at me! I smelled
that feminine scent again. Damn, so tempting! I swallowed hard, thinking, if we were in a secluded corner,
I'd pin her to the ground and fuck her a hundred times!

This time, we played around tacitly for quite a while. I was already quite natural, and I even deliberately
breathed on her face, her golden dyed hair, and her pink neck. She still pretended to be nonchalant,
but her voluptuous breasts betrayed her inner world!

Unfortunately, the bus reached its final stop, and it was time to get off. I reluctantly let her go, watching her step off the bus.
Suddenly, she turned around, gave me a strange look, and ran into a courtyard.
Watching her alluring round buttocks sway as she ran away,
I thought, " Looks like she lives not far from me. I'll have another chance to catch her next time...

" Back home, my pants were a little wet in the front, and my little brother was still stubbornly holding on. I couldn't resist any longer, so I quickly opened my
phone, found a movie with my favorite actress, and imagined that I was holding that girl from the bus. Within minutes, I ejaculated
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