That hot little bottom was almost exposed. About five miles away we pretend to be waking up again. She got into her purse for a moment and then switched off her overhead light leaving the purse on her lap. She was mopping up my baby juice onto her sweater, and she certainly did succeed. I worked it a minute while clenching my stomach and watching the dark-haired beauty absent-mindedly tease herself. You can actually see sperm bubbles on my pants. She got into her purse for a moment and then switched off her overhead light leaving the purse on her lap. Near as I can remember, it goes like this:
I was coming home on an interstate bus that stopped at a casino to get some passengers pretty early in the morning. I put my hands on myself again like I was sleepily scratching and moved my steel-hard cock to a more comfortable position. She turned to her left side, away from me, and pulled her knees up and the dress pulled up even further. As the minutes went by I had to shift positions a couple of times.
