A Horny Stranger dude rub his cock inside my panties while riding with the bus back to my home [Bus]

The bus rumbled, every jolt pushing me deeper into the grimy seat, my skirt riding higher up my thighs. The stranger, a hulking brute with a thick beard and eyes that drilled into me, shifted closer, his breath hot on my neck. He didn’t ask, just reached down, his massive hand gripping my thigh, fingers digging into my flesh. I should have stopped him, but the thrill of the danger, the raw animal hunger in his eyes, had me frozen. His other hand, rough and calloused, pushed aside the damp crotch of my panties, his thick fingers probing my slick folds. I gasped, the sound swallowed by the bus’s engine, as he slid a finger inside me, then another, fucking me slow and deep. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against my side, the heat of it seeping through his jeans. He ground it against me, his hand moving faster, fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. I could feel the wetness of my pussy coating his fingers, the scent of my arousal filling the air. The bus lurched, and he used the moment to shove his fingers deeper, his thumb circling my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He leaned in, his beard scratching my cheek, his voice a low growl in my ear, “You like that, don’t you, you dirty slut? Like getting fingerfucked on the bus?” His words, harsh and degrading, sent a fresh wave of moisture to my pussy, his fingers sliding in and out with ease. I could feel the tension building, my body coiling tight, ready to snap. He must have felt it too, because he leaned in, his teeth sinking into my earlobe, his fingers moving faster, harder. The bus stopped, people getting on and off, but we were lost in our own world, a world of sweat and sex and raw, animal lust. His cock, still trapped in his jeans, throbbed against my side, pre-cum staining the denim. I reached down, my hand wrapping around the thick shaft, feeling it pulse in my grip. He groaned, his fingers stilling inside me, his body tensing. I stroked him, slow and steady, my hand slick with his pre-cum. He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Fuck, you’re good at that,” he groaned, his hips jerking in time with my strokes. I could feel his cock swelling, his body tensing, ready to explode. But just as he was about to cum, he pulled away, his fingers sliding out of my pussy, his cock slipping from my grasp. He leaned back, a smirk on his face, his eyes never leaving mine. “Not yet, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a low growl. “We’re not done yet.”