Shanghai public buses in summer

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I once worked in Shanghai. I remember it was a Sunday in August, and I was shopping alone. At an intersection, there was a bookstore I often frequented. Just as I was about to enter, my eyes lit up. A girl in a short skirt came out carrying a large bag of books. She was pretty, without makeup, and looked like a college student. She was tall, and her full breasts made her pink tight-fitting t-shirt bulge. She had a slim waist, and her well-developed hips were even more voluptuous.

In a split second, I quickly abandoned the idea of going into the bookstore. I decided to admire the beauty first. There are many beautiful women in Shanghai, but I don't have many opportunities due to my busy work schedule.

Having made up my mind, I followed the girl at a distance, my eyes fixed on her full buttocks.

Her round buttocks swayed from side to side as she walked. Wow, what a rare and enchanting sight!

The girl's legs were long and white, without stockings. Imagining what she would look like naked, my crotch unconsciously hardened. I subtly adjusted my clothes to avoid an erection in the street.

Following her, we unknowingly arrived at a nearby bus stop. Oh? She's getting on the bus? Disappointed, I was about to walk away when the bus slowly pulled up. Looking inside, I saw it was packed with people. Immediately, an even more exciting thought popped into my head: why not do this… Before I could think further, a huge crowd surged towards the still-moving bus. The girl was also swept along in the flow, pushing towards the door. I quickly used all my strength to squeeze behind her, amidst complaints from behind, I finally managed to board the bus right behind her.

Because it was Sunday, the bus was unusually crowded, practically shoulder to shoulder. As soon as we got on, the girl and I were immediately pressed tightly together by the crowd. Wow, the girl's soft, cotton-like body pressed against me. The people in front were packed so tightly there wasn't a single gap, and those behind were still pushing forward desperately. Taking advantage of the crowd, I tried to enjoy the feel of the girl's body against me.

The doors finally slammed shut, and the bus started moving. People struggled to adjust their positions amidst the jolting, and soon the crowd stabilized. I remained pressed tightly against the girl's back until we finally stopped in the middle of the bus, near the front. This was the most crowded part; besides the two rows of seats, there were four rows of standing people squeezed in between.

The girl and I were sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of people on all sides.

At first, I simply pressed my body against the girl's back. She was about my height (I'm ashamed to admit I'm only 1.67 meters tall), and her buttocks were right at the triangle area of my lower abdomen. With the swaying of the vehicle, I

moved my hips, and my already hard penis rubbed against the cleft of her buttocks. Through the thin clothing, I could feel the warm, fleshy texture of her body. Emboldened by lust, I gradually increased the pressure, spreading my legs forward and clamping my thighs around hers. I also pressed my hips forward, squeezing her full, soft buttocks. My hard penis began to wriggle up and down and side to side in her buttocks cleft, and I could feel the tender flesh of her buttocks being parted by my movements.

Normally, under this pressure, the girl should have noticed, but in such a crowded situation, it couldn't be said that I was intentionally molesting her.

I gradually grew bolder, finally releasing the handrail and reaching my hands forward through the gaps in the crowd, slowly placing them on either side of her buttocks. Taking advantage of the crowd, I gently hugged her buttocks. Wow! This way, I could fully feel the fullness of her buttocks! Wow! It felt bigger than I'd imagined.

I immediately swayed my hips, my lower abdomen pressed tightly against her buttocks, essentially a rear-entry position, only without actually penetrating her. A

sudden thought struck me: was she already aware of the harassment from behind, silently enduring it out of embarrassment? I decided to test the waters, so I temporarily loosened my grip, boldly stroking her bare thigh beneath her short skirt with one hand. She couldn't be unaware of the direct skin-to-skin contact. As I increased the pressure of my stroking, I secretly observed her expression. The girl didn't react. I boldly pinched her thigh hard with my hand. Suddenly, the girl turned her head, her brows furrowing slightly. Our eyes met, and my heart pounded. I thought, "This is it." Just as I was about to remove my hand, the girl noticed me looking at her and quickly turned her head away. I secretly observed her face, half-hidden by her long hair. It was obvious that her face had turned crimson. I was overjoyed; just as I'd predicted.

My hands resumed caressing her legs. She began to twist her body slightly, as if trying to break free, but there was a wall of people around her, making escape impossible.

It was clear she was too shy to speak up. I then began to caress her more boldly, my hands encircling her smooth thighs from both sides, my fingers slowly slipping under her short skirt along the outside of her thighs. Under the cover of the wall of people, no one would notice my actions.

As my caresses grew increasingly unrestrained, the girl gradually stopped her futile struggles. I could feel her body trembling slightly. Hehe… I gradually increased the intensity, my hands inside her skirt pressing against her full buttocks, completely exposed outside her underwear, teasingly caressing her smooth skin… The girl tightened her legs, silently enduring my harassment.

I gradually lowered my guard, wantonly playing with the girl's body. One hand continued to caress her buttocks, while the other reached forward, advancing upwards. Because she was holding onto the handrail with one hand, it was easy for me to reach her full breasts.

I continued moving my hand upwards through the gap until I could fully grasp her nipple, then kneaded it forcefully—perfect!! The girl's breasts were incredibly full. I pinched the nipple with my thumb and forefinger, applying pressure with my palm. The soft, elastic peaks were deformed by my manipulation; I had never enjoyed such exquisite breasts before.

My other hand reached forward, roughly slipping under her other armpit, grabbing both breasts simultaneously and playing with them with abandon.

After about a minute of this, I began a more aggressive assault, slipping both hands under her t-shirt. I first caressed her smooth abdomen; perhaps due to the heat and her nervousness, her skin was sticky with sweat.

I couldn't wait any longer and touched her breasts directly under her t-shirt. The soft, slippery touch brought me unprecedented pleasure.

My fingers slipped inside her bra, caressing her incredibly elastic breasts.

Soon, I secretly exerted force, finally tearing open her bra and pulling it out from under her skirt.

The traffic jam didn't seem to be getting any better, so I calmly pulled her bra all the way down to her waist, unhooked it, and discreetly pulled the sweat-scented bra out from under her clothes and stuffed it into my pocket.

To me, her breasts were now completely exposed to my hands; her t-shirt obviously couldn't stop my advances and instead became a tool for concealment.

When I gripped her two large breasts again, the feeling was indescribable. I leisurely savored the wonderful feel of her breasts while twisting her nipples with my fingers. Her nipples were about the size of peanuts, and I could almost feel the tiny folds on them. Soon, I clearly noticed her tender nipples hardening.

Throughout this process, except for a few slight squirms when my movements were more vigorous, she remained motionless, standing there with my palms on her lower abdomen and my fingers teasing her mons pubis. Under such bold caresses, she began to wriggle again.

The car traveled a few dozen meters and then screeched to a halt.

I started to be more than just satisfied with her breasts.

So, with my left hand, I continued to alternately knead her two bare breasts under the cover of her t-shirt, while my right hand recklessly rubbed her vulva through her panties, simultaneously pinching her sensitive areas from above and below.

Then, I gradually rolled up her skirt.

The girl seemed flustered by my bold harassment. She tried to cover herself several times with her hand, clutching her bag, but immediately flinched away whenever it touched my hand. In this half-hearted resistance, I rolled her skirt up to her waist. I glanced down and her bare buttocks were immediately revealed, pink panties tightly hugging her two snow-white mounds.

I suppressed my wildly beating heart and quickly pressed my body against hers to prevent anyone from discovering my despicable act.

The bus reached the next stop, and to my delight, almost no one got off, but a few more people boarded. Complaints began to ripple through the carriage, blaming the driver for continuing to pick up passengers. The bus started moving again, but after only a few seconds, it suddenly stopped—traffic jam! Heh heh, perfect timing! I continued what I had been doing when the bus stopped. This time, I confidently and quickly rolled up her skirt, caressing her while pressing my body tightly against hers, my erect penis rubbing against her soft buttocks through the thin fabric.

The traffic jam seemed severe, and I figured it wouldn't be quick to reach the next stop, so I decided to savor this unexpected treat.

Temporarily releasing her breasts, I reached down and discreetly pulled her panties to one side, completely exposing her buttocks.

I caressed the smooth skin on either side of the cleft, my fingers lewdly grasping her buttocks and spreading them apart. My erect penis squeezed deep into the crevice, pressing against her completely naked anus through her pants, moving in a sexually suggestive motion, fully enjoying her round, soft buttocks.

Driven by lust, I went all in, unzipping my pants and pulling out my throbbing penis, pressing it directly against her buttocks. The moment I touched that soft, warm flesh, I felt my blood rush to my head, my penis throbbing, almost ejaculating.

I immediately stopped, pressed myself against her body, composed myself, and suppressed the urge to ejaculate.

I wrapped my arms tightly around the girl's buttocks from the sides, leaned forward, and pressed my entire body against her back, using my body to cover her bare buttocks. I glanced around, knowing it was unlikely anyone would notice, but I still wanted to make sure.

I leaned over to observe the girl's expression while continuing to slowly but firmly massage her plump buttocks.

At this point, the girl seemed to be unable to hold on any longer; her body went limp against me, her cheeks flushed, and I could hear her rapid breathing if I got close enough.

I maintained this position until the car started moving forward slowly again, like a snail. My hands continued to vigorously caress her buttocks, fully enjoying the smooth and elastic feel of her skin.

When I touched the side seams of her panties, I suddenly noticed knots on both sides. Wow, so that's what kind of underwear she wears! A bold idea immediately popped into my head.

Originally, I only intended to touch her a few times and then stop, because taking off her panties would be too much of a movement, and if the crowd moved, they would notice what was happening.

But now that it was this kind of underwear, I immediately changed my mind. I untied the knot, and the underwear came off instantly. The girl realized her underwear was being taken off and panicked, squeezing her thighs together to try and stop me. But I wasn't about to give up. I quietly stuffed the underwear I'd taken off into my pocket.

By then, she was completely naked under her outer clothes. I pulled down her skirt, covering my hands and penis, and gently pinched her vulva with my front hand, my fingers tracing the tender cleft. I lifted my body and forced my hot penis between her tightly closed thighs, pulling her body back and forth with both hands, rubbing my penis against her buttocks for a while.

Then I wrapped my arms around her waist, reaching my hands between her tightly closed thighs from the front, touching her delicate labia. I immediately noticed that the two tender flesh there were wet and slippery. Wow! Was it vaginal fluid? The stickiness indicated it wasn't just sweat. I gripped the soft flesh of her inner thighs tightly, trying to pry her thighs apart. She made a final struggle, but I still managed to insert my penis between her thighs simultaneously. The next step was to hold her buttocks tightly and twist my waist in a circular motion. My penis was tightly gripped by the soft flesh at the base of her thighs, the glans rubbing against her tender, wet petals.

I moved my body back slightly, holding her waist tightly, causing her buttocks to protrude backward. My penis pressed against her petals, which were beginning to open. Because it was so slippery, and her vaginal opening was very small, I tried to insert it several times without success. So, I held her waist with one hand to stabilize her body, and with the other hand, I reached from the front to her vulva, using my hand to guide my penis into her narrow vagina.

Having achieved my goal, I suppressed the overwhelming pleasure and began to thrust rhythmically with small, controlled movements. Although I couldn't fully penetrate, the feeling of my glans being tightly gripped by her smooth muscles still excited me to the point of almost fainting… As the carriage swayed, I gradually increased the intensity of my movements. One hand gripped her waist and pulled her back forcefully, while the other hand grasped her full breasts under her clothes. I thrust my hips forward, forcefully penetrating deep into her body.

The girl's plump buttocks were pressed tightly against my abdomen, and even through her clothes, I could feel the soft flesh of her buttocks being deformed by my pressure.

I paid attention to the swaying of the carriage, and whenever there was a significant sway, I would quickly and forcefully thrust several times.

If we were both naked, her buttocks would definitely be making a loud "slap slap" sound from my thrusts! I thought to myself, "This is fucking unbelievable! On a crowded bus, I'm holding a pretty female college student's naked buttocks..." The bus continued slowly moving towards the next stop. For about five or six minutes, I must have thrust in and out a few hundred times.

Suddenly, the bus announcement came on: the next stop was almost here, time was running out.

I began to thrust harder, pushing my penis as deep as possible into her vagina. With each contraction of her vagina, I almost cried out, pleasure coursing through my body. After thrusting forcefully more than ten times, I groaned and ejaculated, all of my semen shooting deep into her vagina… At that moment, I seemed to hear the girl also letting out a suppressed moan. Because of the noise inside and outside the car, no one would notice her moans. Simultaneously, I clearly felt her vagina contracting, almost clamping down on my penis. I pressed my body tightly against her back, savoring this unparalleled pleasure… Finally, the car stopped swaying, and with a dull screech of brakes, the train arrived at the station. I quickly snapped back to reality and hastily pulled out my penis. As my still-soft penis left her vagina, it felt like pulling out a bottle cork; with the separation of our bodies, there was a slight "pop" sound, and her vagina closed tightly again, just like before.

As the crowd began to move, I quickly straightened my clothes, and of course, I pulled down the girl's skirt. Her underwear was still in my pocket, and I didn't have time to return it to her.

I moved to create some distance between us. She moved towards the car door amidst the crowd, and I couldn't see her expression. I moved a few people away from her and followed the crowd towards the door. I couldn't see her anymore; she must have gotten off. Suddenly, there was a small commotion at the door. I squeezed through the crowd and was shocked to see the girl lying on the ground. She must have been exhausted by what I had done. Feeling guilty, I hid to the side. I only got off the car when I saw the girl finally stand up and stagger away under the astonished gazes of the crowd… I

remember working in Shanghai for a while. It was a Sunday in August, and I was shopping alone. At an intersection, there was a bookstore I often bought books at. Just as I was about to enter the bookstore, my eyes lit up. A girl in a short skirt came out carrying a large bag of books. She had delicate features and no makeup. She looked like a college student. She was tall, and her round breasts made her pink tight-fitting t-shirt bulge. She had a slim waist, and her well-developed hips made her look even fuller.

Within 0.01 seconds, I quickly abandoned the idea of going into the bookstore. I decided to admire the beautiful woman first. Although there are many beautiful women in Shanghai, I don't have many opportunities due to my busy work schedule.

Having made up my mind, I followed the girl at a distance, my eyes fixed on her ample buttocks, unwilling to look away.

Her rounded buttocks swayed from side to side as she walked—wow, what a rare and alluring sight!

The girl's legs, free of stockings, were snow-white and long. Imagining what she would look like naked, my crotch unconsciously hardened. I subtly adjusted my clothes to avoid an erection in the street.

Following her, we unknowingly arrived at a nearby bus stop. Oh? She's getting on? Disappointed, I was about to walk away when the bus slowly pulled up. Looking inside, I saw it was packed with people. Immediately, an even more exciting thought popped into my head: why not do this… Before I could think further, a huge crowd surged towards the still-moving bus. The girl was also swept along in the flow, pushing towards the door. I quickly used all my strength to squeeze behind her, amidst the complaints behind me, I finally managed to squeeze onto the bus right behind her.

Because it was Sunday, the bus was unusually crowded, practically shoulder to shoulder. As soon as we got on, the girl and I were immediately pressed tightly together by the crowd. Wow, the girl's soft, cotton-like body pressed against me. The people in front were packed so tightly there wasn't a single gap, and those behind were still pushing forward desperately. Taking advantage of the crowd, I tried to enjoy the feel of the girl's body against me.

The doors finally slammed shut, and the bus started moving. People struggled to adjust their positions amidst the jolting, and soon the crowd stabilized. I remained pressed tightly against the girl's back until we finally stopped in the middle of the bus, near the front. This was the most crowded part; besides the two rows of seats, there were four rows of standing people squeezed in between.

The girl and I were sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by an impenetrable wall of people on all sides.

At first, I simply pressed my body against the girl's back. She was about my height (I'm ashamed to admit I'm only 1.67 meters tall), and her buttocks were right at the triangle area of my lower abdomen. With the swaying of the vehicle, I

moved my hips, and my already hard penis rubbed against the cleft of her buttocks. Through the thin clothing, I could feel the warm, fleshy texture of her body. Emboldened by lust, I gradually increased the pressure, spreading my legs forward and clamping my thighs around hers. I also pressed my hips forward, squeezing her full, soft buttocks. My hard penis began to wriggle up and down and side to side in her buttocks cleft, and I could feel the tender flesh of her buttocks being parted by my movements.

Normally, under this pressure, the girl should have noticed, but in such a crowded situation, it couldn't be said that I was intentionally molesting her.

I gradually grew bolder, finally releasing the handrail and reaching my hands forward through the gaps in the crowd, slowly placing them on either side of her buttocks. Taking advantage of the crowd, I gently hugged her buttocks. Wow! This way, I could fully feel the fullness of her buttocks! Wow! It felt bigger than I'd imagined.

I immediately swayed my hips, my lower abdomen pressed tightly against her buttocks, essentially a rear-entry position, only without actually penetrating her. A

sudden thought struck me: was she already aware of the harassment from behind, silently enduring it out of embarrassment? I decided to test the waters, so I temporarily loosened my grip, boldly stroking her bare thigh beneath her short skirt with one hand. She couldn't be unaware of the direct skin-to-skin contact. As I increased the pressure of my stroking, I secretly observed her expression. The girl didn't react. I boldly pinched her thigh hard with my hand. Suddenly, the girl turned her head, her brows furrowing slightly. Our eyes met, and my heart pounded. I thought, "This is it." Just as I was about to remove my hand, the girl noticed me looking at her and quickly turned her head away. I secretly observed her face, half-hidden by her long hair. It was obvious that her face had turned crimson. I was overjoyed; just as I'd predicted.

My hands resumed caressing her legs. She began to twist her body slightly, as if trying to break free, but there was a wall of people around her, making escape impossible.

It was clear she was too shy to speak up. I then began to caress her more boldly, my hands encircling her smooth thighs from both sides, my fingers slowly slipping under her short skirt along the outside of her thighs. Under the cover of the wall of people, no one would notice my actions.

As my caresses grew increasingly unrestrained, the girl gradually stopped her futile struggles. I could feel her body trembling slightly. Hehe… I gradually increased the intensity, my hands inside her skirt pressing against her full buttocks, completely exposed outside her underwear, teasingly caressing her smooth skin… The girl tightened her legs, silently enduring my harassment.

I gradually lowered my guard, wantonly playing with the girl's body. One hand continued to caress her buttocks, while the other reached forward, advancing upwards. Because she was holding onto the handrail with one hand, it was easy for me to reach her full breasts.

I continued moving my hand upwards through the gap until I could fully grasp her nipple, then kneaded it forcefully—perfect!! The girl's breasts were incredibly full. I pinched the nipple with my thumb and forefinger, applying pressure with my palm. The soft, elastic peaks were deformed by my manipulation; I had never enjoyed such exquisite breasts before.

My other hand reached forward, roughly slipping under her other armpit, grabbing both breasts simultaneously and playing with them with abandon.

After about a minute of this, I began a more aggressive assault, slipping both hands under her t-shirt. I first caressed her smooth abdomen; perhaps due to the heat and her nervousness, her skin was sticky with sweat.

I couldn't wait any longer and touched her breasts directly under her t-shirt. The soft, slippery touch brought me unprecedented pleasure.

My fingers slipped inside her bra, caressing her incredibly elastic breasts.

Soon, I secretly exerted force, finally tearing open her bra and pulling it out from under her skirt.

The traffic jam didn't seem to be getting any better, so I calmly pulled her bra all the way down to her waist, unhooked it, and discreetly pulled the sweat-scented bra out from under her clothes and stuffed it into my pocket.

To me, her breasts were now completely exposed to my hands; her t-shirt obviously couldn't stop my advances and instead became a tool for concealment.

When I gripped her two large breasts again, the feeling was indescribable. I leisurely savored the wonderful feel of her breasts while twisting her nipples with my fingers. Her nipples were about the size of peanuts, and I could almost feel the tiny folds on them. Soon, I clearly noticed her tender nipples hardening.

Throughout this process, except for a few slight squirms when my movements were more vigorous, she remained motionless, standing there with my palms on her lower abdomen and my fingers teasing her mons pubis. Under such bold caresses, she began to wriggle again.

The car traveled a few dozen meters and then screeched to a halt.

I started to go beyond just her breasts.

My left hand continued to knead her two bare breasts, concealed by her t-shirt, while my right hand recklessly rubbed her vulva through her panties, simultaneously attacking her sensitive areas from above and below. Then

I gradually rolled up her skirt.

The girl seemed flustered by my bold harassment, her hands trying to cover herself with her bag several times, but each time they touched my hand, she panicked and pulled away. In this half-hearted resistance, her skirt was completely rolled up to her waist. I glanced down, and her bare buttocks were immediately revealed, pink panties tightly hugging her two snow-white buttocks.

I suppressed my wildly beating heart and quickly pressed my body against hers to prevent anyone from discovering my despicable act.

The bus reached the next stop, and to my delight, almost no one got off, but a few more people boarded. Complaints began to ripple through the carriage, blaming the driver for continuing to pick up passengers. The bus started moving again, but after only a few seconds, it suddenly stopped—traffic jam! Hehe, what a stroke of luck! I continued what I had stopped doing because of the parking situation. This time, I confidently and quickly rolled up her skirt, stroking her as I pressed my body tightly against hers, my erect penis rubbing against her soft buttocks through the thin fabric.

The traffic jam seemed severe, and I figured it wouldn't be quick to reach the next stop, so I decided to savor this unexpected treat.

Temporarily releasing her breasts, I reached down and discreetly pulled her panties to one side, completely exposing her buttocks.

I caressed the smooth skin on either side of the cleft, my fingers lewdly grasping her buttocks and spreading them apart. My erect penis squeezed deep into the crevice, pressing against her completely naked anus through her pants, moving in a sexually suggestive motion, fully enjoying her round, soft buttocks.

Driven by lust, I went all in, unzipping my pants and pulling out my throbbing penis, pressing it directly against her buttocks. The moment I touched that soft, warm flesh, I felt my blood rush to my head, my penis throbbing, almost ejaculating.

I immediately stopped, pressed myself against her body, composed myself, and suppressed the urge to ejaculate.

I wrapped my arms tightly around the girl's buttocks from the sides, leaned forward, and pressed my entire body against her back, using my body to cover her bare buttocks. I glanced around, knowing it was unlikely anyone would notice, but I still wanted to make sure.

I leaned over to observe the girl's expression while continuing to slowly but firmly massage her plump buttocks.

At this point, the girl seemed to be unable to hold on any longer; her body went limp against me, her cheeks flushed, and I could hear her rapid breathing if I got close enough.

I maintained this position until the car started moving forward slowly again, like a snail. My hands continued to vigorously caress her buttocks, fully enjoying the smooth and elastic feel of her skin.

When I touched the side seams of her panties, I suddenly noticed knots on both sides. Wow, so that's what kind of underwear she wears! A bold idea immediately popped into my head.

Originally, I only intended to touch her a few times and then stop, because taking off her panties would be too much of a movement, and if the crowd moved, they would notice what was happening.

But now that it was this kind of underwear, I immediately changed my mind. I untied the knot, and the underwear came off instantly. The girl realized her underwear was being taken off and panicked, squeezing her thighs together to try and stop me. But I wasn't about to give up. I quietly stuffed the underwear I'd taken off into my pocket.

By then, she was completely naked under her outer clothes. I pulled down her skirt, covering my hands and penis, and gently pinched her vulva with my front hand, my fingers tracing the tender cleft. I lifted my body and forced my hot penis between her tightly closed thighs, pulling her body back and forth with both hands, rubbing my penis against her buttocks for a while.

Then I wrapped my arms around her waist, reaching my hands between her tightly closed thighs from the front, touching her delicate labia. I immediately noticed that the two tender flesh there were wet and slippery. Wow! Was it vaginal fluid? The stickiness indicated it wasn't just sweat. I gripped the soft flesh of her inner thighs tightly, trying to pry her thighs apart. She made a final struggle, but I still managed to insert my penis between her thighs simultaneously. The next step was to hold her buttocks tightly and twist my waist in a circular motion. My penis was tightly gripped by the soft flesh at the base of her thighs, the glans rubbing against her tender, wet petals.

I moved my body back slightly, holding her waist tightly, causing her buttocks to protrude backward. My penis pressed against her petals, which were beginning to open. Because it was so slippery, and her vaginal opening was very small, I tried to insert it several times without success. So, I held her waist with one hand to stabilize her body, and with the other hand, I reached from the front to her vulva, using my hand to guide my penis into her narrow vagina.

Having achieved my goal, I suppressed the overwhelming pleasure and began to thrust rhythmically with small, controlled movements. Although I couldn't fully penetrate, the feeling of my glans being tightly gripped by her smooth muscles still excited me to the point of almost fainting… As the carriage swayed, I gradually increased the intensity of my movements. One hand gripped her waist and pulled her back forcefully, while the other hand grasped her full breasts under her clothes. I thrust my hips forward, forcefully penetrating deep into her body.

The girl's plump buttocks were pressed tightly against my abdomen, and even through her clothes, I could feel the soft flesh of her buttocks being deformed by my pressure.

I paid attention to the swaying of the carriage, and whenever there was a significant sway, I would quickly and forcefully thrust several times.

If we were both naked, her buttocks would definitely be making a loud "slap slap" sound from my thrusts! I thought to myself, "This is fucking unbelievable! On a crowded bus, I'm holding a pretty female college student's naked buttocks..." The bus continued slowly moving towards the next stop. For about five or six minutes, I must have thrust in and out a few hundred times.

Suddenly, the bus announcement came on: the next stop was almost here, time was running out.

I began to thrust harder, pushing my penis as deep as possible into her vagina. With each contraction of her vagina, I almost cried out, pleasure coursing through my body. After thrusting forcefully more than ten times, I groaned and ejaculated, all of my semen shooting deep into her vagina… At that moment, I seemed to hear the girl also letting out a suppressed moan. Because of the noise inside and outside the car, no one would notice her moans. Simultaneously, I clearly felt her vagina contracting, almost clamping down on my penis. I pressed my body tightly against her back, savoring this unparalleled pleasure… Finally, the car stopped swaying, and with a dull screech of brakes, the train arrived at the station. I quickly snapped back to reality and hastily pulled out my penis. As my still-soft penis left her vagina, it felt like pulling out a bottle cork; with the separation of our bodies, there was a slight "pop" sound, and her vagina closed tightly again, just like before.

The crowd began to move, and I quickly straightened my clothes, pulling down the girl's skirt as well. Her underwear was still in my pocket; I didn't have time to return it to her.

I moved to create some distance between us. She moved towards the door amidst the throng, and I couldn't see her expression. I moved a few people away from her and followed the crowd towards the door. I couldn't see her anymore; she must have gotten off. Suddenly, there was a small commotion at the door. I squeezed through the crowd and was shocked to see the girl lying on the ground. She must have been exhausted from what I had done. Feeling guilty, I hid to the side. Only when I saw the girl finally stand up and stagger away under the astonished gazes of the crowd did I get off the bus…

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