She reached out with her left hand, groping from the front of her body to the space between us, under the cover of her coat.
Her warm hand first brushed against my arm, which was holding her waist, then moved downward until it found my burning, hard cock.
Her fingers trembled slightly but gripped it firmly, stroking up and down twice. The rough texture of her fingertips scraping over the sensitive ridge sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I almost groaned aloud.
Then, her hand moved to her own crotch, her fingers grabbing the soaked fabric of her panties and pulling it aside with force, exposing herself!
That most secret, wet, and heated part was now fully exposed to the air and to the tip of my poised cock.
A wave of warm, damp air, carrying the scent of her body and arousal, washed over me, electrifying my nerves.
Next, her hand took hold of my cock again, guiding the head toward that quivering, honey-dripping entrance.
The tip of my cock keenly sensed the astonishing heat emanating from her opening and the slickness of her juices enveloping it.
Her fingertips even pressed my glans, grinding it against her wet entrance in slow circles. The soft lips seemed to cling to the head as if alive, each movement sending shivers of intense pleasure, stirring her juices into faint, sticky sounds only we could hear.
Then, she lowered her hips slightly while pressing down firmly with her hand—
"Ah…"
"Mmm…"
Simultaneously, stifled groans escaped from the depths of our throats.
The burning, thick head parted her slippery, tight flesh, pushing through layers of clinging, tender folds, inch by inch, with a mix of difficulty and ease, burying itself deep inside her.
The inner walls of her passage, like countless tiny mouths, eagerly enveloped the invading head, greedily sucking and undulating. Each thrust deeper was met with even tighter constriction and sweltering warmth, as if desperately holding on, yet wildly demanding more.
Until my lower abdomen pressed tightly against her slightly damp buttocks.
Fully sheathed.
Reaching the deepest point.
In that instant, an overwhelming sensation of tightness, warmth, and envelopment erupted from below, shooting straight up my spine to the crown of my head.
The pleasure was so intense my vision went white, and I nearly cried out.
The soft flesh at the deepest part of her cervix felt like a warm, delicate mouth, precisely sucking on the most sensitive tip of my glans, creating a powerful, almost ejaculatory suction.
Her honeyed passage, like a greedy little mouth suddenly filled, contracted sharply, tightly gripping my thick, lengthy shaft. Especially the soft flesh deep within her cervix, which eagerly suckled the head of my penis.
The clamping force was astonishingly strong, as if trying to swallow me whole. The tender inner walls writhed and squeezed frantically, each contraction bringing wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure.
So tight... tighter than ever before.
Perhaps due to the extreme danger and tension of our surroundings, every inch of her inner flesh was taut, writhing and sucking wildly as if trying to devour me completely.
We remained locked together motionlessly for a few seconds, both adjusting to the impact of this ultimate union.
Only in our intimately connected parts could I feel the subtle, involuntary tremors from deep within her body, pulsing like a heartbeat. Each slight quiver brought a deeper sense of envelopment and friction to my shaft.
Only our heavy, suppressed breaths intertwined between us.
The car swayed, and every slight bump created friction at our joining, sending electric-like tingles of pleasure.
With each jolt, the head of my penis plunged deeper into the tender flesh of her cervix, while the inner walls of her passage clenched tightly in response, as if startled, bringing a suffocating ecstasy.
She moved first.
Remaining in her prone position, she began to raise and lower her hips with an extremely slow, minimal motion.
Each lift caused my thick shaft to withdraw slightly, the slick inner ridges reluctantly scraping against the sensitive coronal ridge and shaft, sending shivers of tingling pleasure. The withdrawal felt as if every ridge was being meticulously traced.
Each time she lowered, she swallowed me deeply again, slamming the head of my penis firmly against her delicate cervix.
A faint, almost imperceptible wet sound, muffled by clothing and bodies, accompanied the heavy, fully-filled impact, clearly resonating in my mind.
"Mmm... ha..."
Her muffled panting escaped from behind her mask, laced with moisture, as her body began to tremble faintly.
My hands were not idle either.
My right hand slipped under her clothes, lifting her sweater and the undershirt beneath, directly touching the smooth, warm skin of her waist and abdomen.
The skin under my fingertips was delicate and feverishly hot, covered in a thin layer of sweat, rising and falling slightly with her movements.
My fingers trailed upward along her smooth skin, soon reaching the lower edge of her bra.
I fumbled for the clasp, clumsily undoing it.
Then my hand slipped inside, unobstructed, and grasped the heavy, slick, and soft mound of her breast.
It filled my hand, so plump it almost spilled through my fingers. The full flesh shifted shape in my palm, its warm, soft, and smooth texture utterly captivating.
The nipple at its peak was already hardened like a small stone. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, beginning to rub, twist, and tug.
My fingertips traced the hard nub and the fine texture of her areola, each gentle twist eliciting a more intense reaction from her body.
"Ah…"
Mom's back arched sharply, her honeyed passage clenching tightly around me. The tender flesh inside constricted like countless tiny hands, gripping my shaft with an almost unbearable intensity, threatening to draw my release.
It nearly pushed me over the edge.
She bit her lip, stifling her moans, leaving only fragmented gasps to escape.
As I continued to toy with her breasts, I could feel the growing surge of her arousal within her depths, along with her increasingly eager, almost greedy rhythm.
With every descent of her hips, she seemed to take me deeper, her tight walls undulating as if actively drawing me in. And with every lift, they clung reluctantly, pulling back with a slick, wet sound, drenching our joined flesh in a slippery, messy wetness.
The bus arrived at another stop. Some passengers got off, while others boarded.
Footsteps and conversations were now alarmingly close.
Her back, pressed against me, went rigid, and the movement of her hips came to a complete halt. Only the cock buried deep inside her could clearly feel the intense, uncontrollable spasms and contractions from the depths of her honeyed passage. It clenched wildly, like a frightened little beast, squeezing so tightly it nearly broke me.
This extreme tightness, mixed with the ever-present fear of exposure, sent shivers down my spine, almost making me lose control on the spot.
Yet, all of this became the most thrilling background noise for our secret affair.
Mom was wrestling with herself internally.
"An'an is really too wicked... Su Yuqing, oh Su Yuqing, you truly have no shame... actually doing this with your son on a bus, surrounded by people..."
"But... it feels so good... so incredibly good... Could it be that I... really have such a fetish?"
She must have remembered the madness from the rooftop that day.
The shame and pleasure of being exposed.
Now, though "hidden" beneath the coat, we were surrounded by living, breathing people. This sense of being encircled, the fear of being discovered at any moment, and the immorality of it all were probably even more intense than on the rooftop.
She buried her head like an ostrich, but her hips were so honest, moving up and down, swallowing my thickness, responding with the most passionate embrace from her hot, tight walls.
The old lady seemed unaware of anything amiss. Only when she sat quietly did Mom's tense body begin, with excruciating slowness and a kind of desperate resignation, to resume those tiny, torturous undulations.
This time, her movements seemed to carry a deeper abandon. Each descent was heavier, deeper, as if trying to swallow that wicked instrument entirely into the deepest part of her body.
She moved up and down for a while, probably growing tired, and slowed her pace. Then, she changed to grinding her hips in slow, circular motions.
Those plump buttocks rotated against my lower abdomen, stirring the cock buried deep within her, churning inside that tight, slick passage.
The ridge of the glans scraped against the sensitive inner flesh, especially a certain raised spot. Each time it passed over, her body trembled lightly, and more warm fluid gushed from the depths of her honeyed passage.
The slick, tender flesh tightly enveloped my cock. As her hips rotated, the inner folds and ridges repeatedly rubbed against my most sensitive glans and coronal ridge, sending waves of tingling pleasure.
I withdrew the hand that had been fondling her breasts and reached to the front, slipping between her tightly closed thighs. Moving past the area where we were intimately joined, my fingertips accurately found that already stiff, swollen clitoris.
A gentle press, a soft rub.
"Mmm—!"
Mom's body convulsed violently as if electrocuted. Her honeyed passage spasmed wildly, the inner flesh contracting intensely and rapidly, like a greedy little mouth desperately sucking, or countless tiny snakes coiling and squeezing frantically. That powerful suction instantly drained all strength from my lower back, making it ache with a deep, pulling sensation.
She nearly sprang up from the seat but quickly pressed back down, her shoulders shaking as if she were silently crying or breaking down under the overwhelming pleasure.
My fingers worked quickly over that sensitive little nub, my fingertips feeling the hard bead trembling and pulsing within the slippery wetness. Each press elicited a more intense contraction deep inside her.
At the same time, my hips began to match the rhythm of her grinding, thrusting shallowly upward. With each gentle push, I deliberately used the ridge of my glans to scrape against that most sensitive spot inside her.
That spot was precisely, repeatedly ground against. Every touch made her body shudder like a sieve, and from deep within her honeyed passage came wave after wave of uncontrollable, subtle sucking and spasms.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Mom's nasal sounds grew heavier, more urgent.
Her wetness overflowed like a flood. I could feel the warm fluid continuously gushing from where we were joined, the slick juices so abundant they nearly spilled over, trickling down my stomach pressed against her buttocks and along the roots of her thighs, soaking both my abdomen and her legs. Thankfully, her pantyhose and panties, pulled down to her knees, barely contained it, preventing it from dripping.
Every movement of her hips drew out more sticky fluid, producing an extremely faint, wet "squelch" that only we, pressed so closely together, could detect.
Passengers got on and off the bus, while we, in the last row of the swaying carriage, engaged in secret, frenzied coupling beneath the cover of a heavy overcoat.
Every time the bus started, braked, or turned, our bodies pressed and rubbed together more tightly, bringing unexpected stimulation.
When it braked, her body would lurch forward, swallowing my cock deeper.
When it started, my body would crash into hers, the glans striking heavily against her cervix.
When it turned, centrifugal force pressed our bodies tightly together, the deeply buried weapon stirring up even more intense pleasure within the slippery passage.
Every time a passenger walked past or sat down in the front rows, our movements would freeze instantly. Our hearts pounded like drums, our bodies stiffened, yet only where we were intimately connected could we feel each other's more intense contractions and pulsations from the tension, along with the uncontrollable gush of wetness.
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