Hard fucking on a public bus on the R3 line goes wild. Go all hentai!

The R3 bus rumbles down the crowded city streets, its seats filled with the usual morning grimaces, faces pressed against windows, eyes glazed over with the monotony of routine. Then, she steps on, a sleek, sharp-tongued vixen in a maroon blouse, her eyes locked onto a burly, bored-looking fucker slumped against the back seat. She struts down the aisle, her hips swinging like a metronome, and without a word, straddles him, her skirt hiking up to reveal thighs slick with anticipation. The bus jerks forward, and she uses the momentum to grind down on his crotch, her mouth finding his ear. “I want your cock in my cunt right now,” she growls, her hand already fumbling with his belt. He grunts, a low, animal sound, as she frees his thick, veiny shaft, her fingers wrapping around it like a vice. She lifts herself slightly, positioning the head at her dripping entrance, and with a wicked smile, she impales herself, her eyes rolling back as she takes every inch, her walls clenching around him tightly. The bus lurches again, and she uses it to her advantage, bouncing up and down, her tits heaving, her moans filling the air, a symphony of filth and desire. Passengers shift uncomfortably, but no one dares to intervene as she rides him, her pussy making obscene slapping sounds, her juices coating his thighs. She leans in, her tongue tracing his lips, her breath hot and ragged. “Fuck me harder,” she demands, her nails digging into his chest. He obliges, his hips thrusting upwards, meeting her every downward stroke, their bodies slapping together in a primal, savage dance. The bus continues its route, oblivious to the wild, unrestrained fucking happening in its belly, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of her moans and his grunts a perverse lullaby to the morning commute.

The bus conductor, a middle-aged man with a perpetual scowl, turns the corner, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene. The vixen, her hair wild, her blouse unbuttoned, is bent over the seat, her ass in the air, her skirt hiked up to her waist. The burly man behind her, his pants around his ankles, is pounding into her with fierce, unyielding strokes, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. She screams, a guttural, primal sound, as he hits that sweet spot, her body convulsing with pleasure. The conductor, instead of stopping them, finds his hand wandering to his own crotch, his eyes glued to the spectacle. The vixen, noticing his presence, grins, a wicked, devilish smile, and beckons him over. “Join the party,” she purrs, her voice husky with lust. He hesitates for a moment before unzipping his pants, his cock springing free, hard and eager. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around him, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. He groans, his hips jerking forward, as she guides him to her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around his shaft. The burly man behind her doesn’t miss a beat, his hips continuing their relentless pounding, his cock sliding in and out of her slick, wet pussy. The bus conductor, his eyes rolled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, grips her hair, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her mouth with wild abandon. The bus jerks to a halt, the sudden stop causing the vixen to moan loudly, her body shuddering with an orgasm that leaves her breathless and spent. The burly man grunts, his cock pulsing as he fills her with his hot, sticky cum, his body collapsing against hers. The conductor, his face flushed, his body trembling, pulls out of her mouth, his cock spurting ropes of cum onto her face, his groans filling the air. The bus doors open, and a few passengers trickle in, their eyes widening at the sight before them. But the vixen, her face covered in cum, her body glistening with sweat, just grins, her eyes shining with a wild, unrestrained lust. “Next stop,” she purrs, her voice a low, sultry growl.