The suit never expected her to drop to the floor the second the bus door closed. Dark hair swinging, she unzips him fast and takes him deep in one gulp, throat fluttering around his shaft. Hands clutching his thighs, she bobs up and down with wet slurps echoing in the empty aisle, cock glistening with spit. The bus hums along, oblivious as she pulls back just to tongue the tip before diving back down, cheeks hollowing with each desperate swallow. His fingers twist in her hair, guiding her pace while her free hand grips his hip to keep from gagging too hard. Every bob sends her tits swaying loose under her blouse, nipples pressing against the thin fabric as she works him toward the edge.
