'You shouldn’t be watching this.' That’s what she’d say if she knew someone was peeking through the seat gap. But she doesn’t—her skirt hiked up, tits heaving with every breath as some guy in a rumpled shirt fucks her from behind. His hands grip her hips hard enough to leave marks while his cock slams deep into that wet pussy. She bites down on her lip, muffling moans that sound like prayers for more. The bus lurches forward each time he thrusts, but neither of them cares who might see—or worse, hear. No foreplay needed here; just raw hunger and dirty secrets secret under fluorescent lights.
