My cadence against her clit quickens as I continue to steadily press, filling her sloppy pussy with my soaking fingers. She gasps frantically as if jumping into an autumn lake. Her hole widening longingly over my fingers down gang bang to the second knuckle savouring every added millimetre before, suddenly; she plunges all the way down, instinctively rocking against my fingers. The pleasure overflows causing her thighs to shake for a few moments before her body begins to jerk violently as the waves crash through her. She expels a muffled, quivering moan that erupts charged but slopes off into satisfaction. Her body unbraces, slackening contentedly and she relaxes back into the pillow she’s been clutching while she just pauses for a few seconds, silent. After a moment she slides shakily off of my fingers and regains her composure, adjusting her clothes back into their place. Shifting in the chair she leaves me and curls back up in her seat, ending our tactile conversation, seemingly to drift off to sleep. Again perhaps. The urgent swelling in my shorts demands attention but I disregard it, withdrawing into my mind to ponder over what just fucking happened. Feelings pull me in different directions: an almost pride at having given her pleasure; concern for having molested her; fear hairy pussy at the thought of forcing myself on her, especially if my fierce erection takes over now; a dark, seedy satisfaction for having done all this with a stranger, in public. The thoughts swirl around my head as I ignore the pestering calls from cumshot my throbbing cock. Slowly consciousness slips away from me. I suddenly become aware of people exiting the bus and I instinctively jump to my feet with a determinacy not blowjob to miss my stop. Realisation sinks in that mine is the last stop anyway but by this time she has already squeezed past me anyway and started to walk away with her back to me. I grab my bag quickly and follow her down the aisle. My tender, full balls jiggling as I walk, forcing me to take it steadily. Just before the doors she turns to look at me over her shoulder, flicking her hair with the movement. Her big eyes look up at me and she smiles mischievously before turning back and stepping down off the bus. Keywords: Inching, Sleep, Sleeping, Somnophilia, Public, Grope, Bus, Stranger, Molest, Molestation, Noncon, Nonconsent, Non Hardcore Sex Con, Non-Con, Non-Consent. Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 18 It was ‘Fucking Machines’ night at the club. I was excited as I’d never been on a fucking machine before. When I got there I had a quick look behind the closed curtains and saw some things that were obvious and some that I hadn’t a clue about. I looked forward to finding out what they were. I went into the changing room and looked at the calendar to see who else had volunteered that night. There was only Daniella and I smiled hoping that it meant more for me. I didn’t have to shove his head in the toilet. “So, do better.” Closer and closer to that wicked pleasure surging through me. I groaned as I trembled on the bed. I leaned gang bang forward to kiss his Hardcore Sex balls, licked them, then worked my way up his big shaft to the tip, kissed it and licked it like it was a popsicle or a tootsie pop. I whimpered and groaned, my voice so throaty. “Jennifer, John tells me that you have been frustrated with your work lately? blowjob “Yeah, and hairy pussy we can even grab some lunch.” She wanted so bad to stroke it. I moved my feet apart, bent over (keeping my knees straight) and waggled my butt at the guy nearest my butt. I had pushed Macie too cumshot far.