Mabel
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The bus arrived and we filed in. Sammy and I settled on the double seat on the left closer to the window while another couple settled beside us across the aisle. It was the couple we had met earlier.
Sammy took his time and stared at her, his eyes lingering on the side breast, tracing her brown areola.
Seems like he was already getting used to it. Me? I was still trying to get used to my skin grazing the leather seat. Never have I entered a vehicle and my ass and vaginal were in direct contact with the seat.
My skin prickled and there was this thick feeling I couldn’t explain. I shut my eyes deciding it was for the best.
The bus started and I could feel its faint vibration in my p***y. A thrill—faint but not unnoticeable—shot up my spine. Tightening my already shut eyes,
