Cum dripping down her chin, mascara smeared from the shove of it. She’s got that thick brunette hair half-tied up, glasses fogging over as she gags on every pulse of his load, swallowing hard before letting some spill onto the window beside her head. The bus rumbles on—passengers oblivious to the dirty secret unfolding in row three. No warning. No foreplay beyond stolen glances and whispered promises earlier in line for seats. Just a sudden hand under her skirt, fingers already wet with pussy juice before he even unzips.
