Rush hour was especially unbearable that day. I still had an hour to drive to my stop, and on all sides, four people had already come down on me. I stood in the very center of the trolleybus salon and barely held on to the upper railings.
And then suddenly I realized that someone was attached to me from behind ... With the phaterists, that is, with those who are attached to your priest in public transport and rubs about her as a member, I have encountered before, but I always managed to dodge the insistent monks and move to the side. However, this time I was surrounded, and my neighbors met my attempts to budge with sharp elbows and unhappy coughing. “Well, well,” I decided, “I have to suffer a little. Rubbed and calm down ... ".
I must say that the one who was located behind me smelled very pleasantly. While I was sniffing at the stranger’s surprisingly manly fragrance, he gently and rhythmically pushed my tightly skirt-covered ass with his stone member in jeans (yes, it was jeans, I felt a coarse denim). I was terribly curious about what a stranger looks like, but I would not have been able to turn around in a crush, and I decided to pretend that I did not notice anything. “I wonder if he noticed that there is no underwear under the skirt,” I thought in fright.
The hands of a stranger wandered through my body. He took me by the waist in order to cuddle harder to himself while he was committing frictions. I was surprised to realize that I like it. His hands stroked my ass, a pleasant feeling grew in me. Cunt terribly flowed. Oh, how nice it was ...
He took his hands off me for a few seconds and seemed to reach into his pocket. “Probably, the phone rang,” I thought almost upset.
But suddenly I felt that he was lifting my skirt from behind (oh shit! He understood that I don’t have panties on !!) and something huge, elastic and hot rested between my legs.
I realized WHAT he was going to do in a panic, jerking, tried to escape from his hands. It is useless ... I could not even breathe freely in the trolleybus crowd.
And then ... I had a wild, depraved, crazy thought ... Not to resist, to surrender to an unknown peasant in a crowd of people, to feel like a real whore ... I wanted to do this for a long time, even when I was holding up my legs, at eighteen years old, I amused with my fingers in my pussy .
I caved in as far as it was possible ... The huge cock began to joyfully and slowly enter my hot pussy. The stranger thrust deeper and deeper into me the smooth head of his thick trunk. Groaning, I gripped the rail more tightly.
At first the stranger fucked me slowly, sticking the dick over the very eggs in my wet tight pussy and sticking out almost to the end. Then he started hammering me more and more, biting my ear and whispering to me in a pleasant low voice: “oh, you damn ... shit”.
He fucked me with all his strength, rammed his incredible size with a huy all its length, stuck, stuck ... stuck, stuck ... Kicked before everyone’s eyes (though everyone didn’t notice or pretended, in any case) my soft tits under her blouse and rubbed I was soooo deep as it seemed to me it was not possible.
“Suuuuka, shit…” - he wheezed in my ear, and I felt like his dick seemed to grow in size and tore me to pieces. It was both painful and good. I was flowing ... I was moaning ... I was wagging my back towards him ... I was squeezing his huge trunk in my pussy ... I was screwing on the dick with force, like the last whore.
He began to tear me up like a human being ... I felt how hard his eggs were slapping me fuckingly on the ass. The stranger pounded and pounded his hot dick into me ... And, sticking him deeper, with such force that I cried out in pain, he, hammering my pussy and swearing, finished me with a hot stream of sperm ... I finished that same second, shivering and biting her lips in violent orgasmic cramps.
Unable to realize myself and what was happening, not noticing how the cock that shook me slowly came out of my trembling pussy, not seeing the surprised and indignant faces of the passengers, as well as the business card stuck in my palm by a stranger, I felt like the happiest dish in the world ...
When I came to my senses, the stranger was already gone ... I went out at my bus stop, smiled broadly and straightened my skirt. I called the stranger that evening ...