I was steering the bus through some sleepy California town, the sun blazing down like a tease, when I caught sight of this sexy guy at a bus stop. He was in a tight white muscle shirt, standing there like a damn invitation. The heat was thick, so I rolled up slow “Hey, wanna ride with me?” He smirked, slid onto the bus, and sprawled out, his body begging to be noticed.
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I pulled off, tires humming, and swung into the nearest rest area, the air heavy with tension. We started talking—small talk at first, but it turned dirty quick. I couldn’t peel my eyes off the thick bulge throbbing against his shorts, pulsing with every word. My breath hitched, nerves buzzing, but my body was screaming for it. Next thing I knew, I sank to my knees, I took him deep, savoring every throbbing inch. https://t.co/CL8oAxrkmi