It was drizzling, I stepped out of my house with the intention of stopping a TEXI to go to work. As I passed by the Nine Road BUS station, a tall white-collar woman caught my eye and I suddenly changed my mind.
The Route 9 BUS also passes through Times Square, where I work, and a double-decker Route 9 BUS pulled up to the platform, and I followed it with my brown briefcase.
Her top was a short beige long-sleeved threadbare shirt lined with silk underwear, and underneath she wore a dark gray skirt, her long, elastic legs wrapped tightly in stockings, and I noticed that her panties were hidden as she went up the ladder due to the tightness of the skirt.
“What a sexy woman!” There was a snicker in his mind.
She sat in the back row and I sat down in its neighboring seat.
After one stop, some more guests got on, but I knew I would get off at a joint-venture car factory in front of me before crossing the cross-harbour tunnel, and they were all dressed in their official uniforms, so sure enough, the workers all got off at Huazhong Road.
“The tunnel over the ocean is up ahead, thirty-five minutes of traffic.” The driver’s voice came over the loudspeaker.
I turned sideways and saw that she was applying make-up by means of the reading lamp of the compartment, and she was really a mature OFFICELADY.
I shifted a bit, she shot me a surprised look, I slanted an eyebrow sinisterly and took a small Swiss Army knife out of my jacket pocket, the shiny blade piercing her gaze: “Don’t have any illusions, no one’s going to help you, you’re going to be very cooperative, aren’t you?”
She nodded again as if she kind of didn’t get it, maybe the glow of the knife had messed with her early morning thoughts a bit.
“Stand up!” I ordered her.
She calmly placed the powder case in her CD handbag and obediently left her seat. I removed my Morgan belt and bound her hands to the roof rails, at which point the outside lighting swept over her body and I admired her BODY from top to bottom. a slender 1.68 meter tall figure with long legs.
I lifted her short skirt from behind, the huge ass under a pair of silk BOEV’s panties gave me immense excitement, the veins on my love tool that were erect from arousal were clearly visible, and there was some mucus oozing from the head of the turtle.
“Lift your ass, I’m going to rape your womb.”
With no girly secretions, my vein-covered, six-inch-long cock thrust raw through her groin into her vagina, and she let out a moan and shuddered. I supported her thin waist and stimulated her labia majora and minora from heavy to soft, sometimes penetrating deep, all the way to the girl’s cervix. At times she twisted her hips from the pain, at others she arched her hips to actively meet my charging member. I swam in her progressively more moist cunt as she grew weak from my powerful onslaught.
With the powerful friction of my cock, she became unable to help herself, and with her hands bound, she was unable to stimulate her clit with her hands even more, and cries of pain came out of her mouth. I became more and more virile, thrusting faster and harder against her ass, my cock as lustful as an anaconda within the tight confines of the wet, soft walls of her pussy.
The car was moving fast, the light from the window sweeping over her softly shaped body, my muffled gasps and the “giggling” of her vagina as we pumped, and she was in a state of ecstasy.
I reversed her body so that her legs were up on the chair so that I could admire her face contorted with arousal, her swollen breasts and her perineum covered with mucus from both of our fucks. I rubbed her purple nub with my left thumb, and a nervous reflex caused her legs to tighten around my waist, her vagina contracting rhythmically as if to tear my love root away.
In the final blow, my cock rested against the opening of her uterus, pounding body fluids containing millions of sperm against the walls of her uterus. She let out a heartbreaking scream as well, the tips of her stilettos hitting the glass of the car window with a grinding sound of metal against glass.
I waited for her to calm down and dismissed the strap-on, and without a word she wiped her mucus-covered pussy with a paper towel and put on her panties. I straightened my clothes and looked at her red face, thinking: maybe this is the most intense fuck I’ve had in a while.
She turned her face away from the window, what does a woman think about after being raped? Men can never understand.