sweet moans in the carriage

The bus

was almost full, and I had barely settled in when it started moving. It stopped again after only a few steps. A woman hurriedly boarded, probably late. She was slender, with long, flowing hair, her head bowed, making her features unclear. She wore a black dress, carried an umbrella, and was soaking wet. The bus
then pulled away from the station. The woman walked over, looking for her seat, when suddenly she stumbled and fell towards me… I instinctively reached out to help her, but it was too late. The handle of her umbrella landed squarely between my legs. I reached out again to help her, my left hand grasping her round, smooth arm. For a moment, I panicked, and my hand slipped. She leaned forward again, her free hand bracing against my thigh, finally regaining her balance.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she said, her face flushed, straightening up and repeatedly apologizing.
Seeing the obvious embarrassment on her delicate face, I smiled and politely bowed, saying, "It's alright, it's alright. Why don't you sit here? There's no one next to me." I pointed to the empty seat beside me.
"Thank you," she said, and sat down.
I helped her put her luggage on the rack, and also put the umbrella that had touched me earlier on it. By this time, the rain outside was getting heavier, and the car was already on the highway. She didn't say much, just quietly leaned back in her seat, her eyes slightly closed. Only then did I have a chance to observe her closely.
Her face was oval-shaped, with two beautiful curves drawn at the corners of her delicate mouth, framing a full yet firm face that was very pleasing to the eye. Because she had just been caught in the rain, her long, black hair was slightly disheveled, but it only added to her charm. Her
black dress was probably made of cotton, looking very thin and soft, clinging to her full figure, highlighting her curves, with high and low breasts, making her incredibly alluring. Beneath her skirt, two pale, bare thighs were exposed, without stockings, revealing a breathtaking whiteness and tenderness. I secretly longed to take a bite. Such a mature and sexy beauty was undeniably alluring to a virile young man like myself.
She seemed to notice my glances; her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she turned to me with a charming smile: "Could we switch seats?" she asked, seemingly a little embarrassed. "I want to see the rain outside," she replied.
At that moment, I was sitting by the window. Since the beauty had made a request, how could I refuse? Besides, I was already captivated by her smile and words, and absentmindedly replied, "Sure, sure."
She stood up and went to the aisle. I sat down in her empty seat. As she turned to move aside, the bus slowed down, and she lost her balance, her entire body falling into my arms. It was truly a match made in heaven. Heaven had decreed that I should embrace this beauty, so what was I waiting for? In this situation, I figured I could take advantage of the moment and perhaps even grope her a little; she wouldn't think I was a pervert. In that split second, my mind raced, and I opened my arms, pulling her into a tight embrace.
She let out a soft moan and tried to struggle to her feet. I tightened my grip, wrapping my arms around her slender waist. My genitals brushed against her full buttocks, and a surge of heat rose in my lower abdomen, causing it to swell involuntarily. In that instant, I focused all my senses on the soft flesh of her waist and round buttocks. It was only for a moment; she immediately stood up and sat down beside me. "You…" she said, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, "You seem a little naughty." But her face was full of smiles as she turned her attention to the rain outside the window.
My little trick had been exposed, and I couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, feeling somewhat at a loss.
It was already quite dark, with only a few scattered lights in the distance. Raindrops pattered against the car window. Through the glass, the entire earth was being drenched by a dense downpour, a vast and boundless expanse where heaven and earth merged into one. She, like me, seemed captivated by this magnificent scene, gazing intently into the distance.
"Heavenly waters pour forth, all things grieve and yearn for madness," I murmured softly.
She seemed not to hear me, but after a moment, she turned back and asked, "Who wrote this? I don't think I've read it before."
"I wrote it before." "
Really?" "Her almond-shaped eyes lit up. "I didn't know you were so literary." She gave me a charming smile.
"Didn't you see I'm wearing these?" I relaxed and pointed to the glasses perched on my nose.
"Hehe... You can't judge a book by its cover. What does wearing glasses mean? Besides, people say... I won't say anything more." "
Hmm? You dare not say anything? Hehe..." I smiled wickedly.
"What? What do you want? To molest me?" "That's right
." I pretended to get up and waved my hands in front of her. "Wow... are you scared?"
She burst out laughing, her chest heaving. "You dare?" she said, puffing out her chest. Staring at her protruding chest, those two breasts that made her clothes bulge, my hands froze in mid-air, stunned for a moment. She reached out and squeezed my hand, snapping me out of my daze. I quickly grabbed her hand and held it tightly. She didn't pull away, nor did she seem to mind; she even appeared to be suppressing a laugh as she turned to look out the window. I gently massaged her hand; she didn't speak, and neither did I, and a long time passed like this.
"Aren't you tired? My hand is getting sore." "
Tired? Then lean on me." I said, pointing to my shoulder. My deliberately casual tone elicited another giggle from her. "
Okay. But I'll fall asleep, okay? You can't take advantage of me and try anything funny." Saying this, she actually leaned against me. I was overjoyed, and my left hand naturally rested on her waist. So, her entire upper body leaned against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder. After a while, she fell silent, seemingly truly asleep.
Because it was a long journey, most of the passengers in the car were drowsy. Looking at the still-falling rain outside the window, and then at the beautiful stranger lying in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
She had moved closer to me from her seat, her bare thighs crossed, her buttocks naturally arched slightly, accentuated by her tight black dress. A shallow cleft ran between her rounded buttocks, arousing endless fantasies.
My hand, which had been resting on her waist, couldn't resist and quietly slid down to her buttocks. Even through her dress, I could clearly feel the softness of her flesh. I gently kneaded her, careful not to wake her. She didn't move, completely unaware. I boldly slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her panties.
I lifted one side of her panties, pushing it into her buttocks, and then placed my palm on her arched buttocks. Such soft, smooth skin! My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but knead her buttocks more vigorously. After rubbing for a while, I still wasn't quite satisfied, so I started sliding my fingers between her buttocks.
My fingers slipped through the edge of her tightly bound panties, finally touching the most tender part of her body. No doubt about it, this was indeed the most tender spot. My fingers teased her labia, feeling the heat and magic emanating from the most delicate and secretive skin of a woman.
Soon, my fingers were soaking wet. I thought to myself, she couldn't possibly be unaware of my actions at this moment; the fact that she hadn't objected meant she tacitly approved, and perhaps even secretly pleased. Thinking this, I didn't hesitate any longer and carefully inserted a finger into her vulva.
Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped away my restless hand, whispering in my ear: "Let me tell you what I didn't say earlier, 'Nine out of ten people with glasses are perverts!' Absolutely right, you are one of them."
"Do you like me being...perverted towards you?" "
Like my foot! I regret not ruining you here earlier." Her hand quickly rubbed my private parts twice, then she exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Such a strong reaction?"
By then, I had already pitched a tent. "Keep going, I'm so uncomfortable, dear sister, please call me sister. Help me." From her wet private parts, I could tell she was already aroused. To achieve my goal further, I feigned pleading and kissed her right cheek.
"You...you're so naughty." She placed one of her small hands on my erect penis, gently rubbing it. Afterward, she didn't pull back my underwear, which I had just lifted, but only slightly raised her buttocks.
This was a signal. As if suddenly enlightened, I understood, and so I reached my hand inside her skirt again. My fingers easily entered her vagina and began to move back and forth. I unzipped
my pants with my right hand and put her hand inside.
Her head was still resting on my shoulder, but her face was turned towards me. In this carriage, leaning against each other, we were practically a couple.
I felt her slender hand tightly gripping my penis, rubbing it up and down. Touching a woman's skin made my penis grow even thicker. My heart was itching; I knew this wouldn't satisfy my desire, but would only make it rise higher. So, I pulled at her panties, trying to remove the obstacle preventing me from going any further. She struggled, seemingly unwilling to let me succeed, yet also seemingly half-heartedly resisting.
I whispered in her ear, "Good sister, no one can see. Please, come on."
She actually lifted her buttocks. I pulled off her panties and placed them beside me. Now, I could finally do as I pleased. My palms pressed against her entire vulva, kneading her tender flesh and pubic hair, then I inserted two fingers, thrusting them in and out quickly and without restraint.
With my rhythm, she unconsciously quickened the kneading of my penis. I couldn't bear it any longer. Looking around, I saw no one was paying attention to us. So, I resolutely picked her up, sat beneath her, lifted her skirt, and thrust my penis between her legs. Before she could react, my penis had already found the entrance between her labia and thrust inside.
"Ah—." Perhaps due to the sudden intrusion, she involuntarily let out a soft moan, then covered her mouth, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at me, trying to stop me, but it was too late. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy red, truly alluring.
My hands reached under her skirt, supporting her full buttocks, and my penis began to thrust forcefully. Her thighs were pressed together, the tender flesh inside her vagina tightly gripping my penis, a feeling of unparalleled pleasure. In this crowded carriage, amidst the darkness of the seats, I vigorously thrust my penis, brutally raping this unfamiliar, sexy beauty.
She tightly covered her mouth, trying to suppress a sound. It seemed that being brutally violated by a strange young man in the carriage was incredibly stimulating for her. My hands could already feel the slippery, fragrant sweat seeping from her delicate buttocks.
I thrust in and out of her tight vagina nearly a hundred times, the pleasure growing stronger with each stroke. My hands moved to her thighs
, roughly spreading them apart, grasping the soft flesh of her thighs, and thrusting my penis even harder. Her whole body heaved up and down with my movements, the frequency increasing.
She sat on me, the entire carriage laid out before her. Seemingly sensing something amiss, she hurriedly lifted her buttocks, pulling away from my penis, "No, no, someone's watching..."
At this point, I could no longer restrain myself, no longer caring about anything else. I pressed one hand against her fragrant shoulder, and with the other, I
gripped my penis, rubbing it against her beautiful face. The obedient girl understood my intention, so she opened her mouth and swallowed my wet penis. Watching my penis thrust in and out between her lips, I became even more excited. My fingers then slipped into her vagina, moving rapidly amidst the dripping vaginal fluid.
She gently stroked my scrotum with one hand, and with the other, she reached to my anus, extending her index and middle fingers and rubbing them against my
anus . Judging from her expression, she seemed to want me to ejaculate quickly. I had already reached my limit of pent-up pleasure. So, I added a finger to my left hand, simultaneously inserting three fingers into her vagina, increasing the speed and force to the maximum! Under my frantic thrusting
, her whole body tensed, seemingly reaching orgasm. Her mouth opened wide, she gasped heavily, and no longer held my penis. So, I grabbed her long, beautiful hair with my right hand, forcefully pressing her head down, and I thrust my hips upwards, allowing my penis to penetrate her mouth more thoroughly and intensely.
Her mouth tightened again. I thrust dozens more times, feeling fluid surging in my lower abdomen, eager to ejaculate. I quickly grabbed her hair and pulled my penis out of her mouth.
Overwhelmed with passion, I disregarded everything and stood up, gripping my penis, and passionately ejaculated towards her, who was reclining on the chair. Streams of cloudy white semen shot out, splashing onto her black dress, neck, face, and the middle of her hair.

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