Looking for a hot entrance. Pornhat I push through the smelly crowd toward the back of the bus hoping for a seat and hoping no one will spill anything on my crisp white, knee-length skirt or my lilac, silk blouse. Warm. Now my hand caresses her side discovering the cutaways on her dress. She whimpers. She tries to clench her lips to prevent my tongue from entering but another quick little jab with the knife convinces her to open up. At this point I realize I don’t need to hold on to the bus anymore – my sweet honey is holding on so I can put both my hands to work feeling her sweet young body.
