The bus stopped with a jerk, and the creepy guy released her. He stepped back, allowing her a brief respite from his touch, and she felt a strange sense of loss. Her body was still buzzing with a mix of fear and arousal, the taste of his cum lingering on her tongue. She watched as he sauntered down the aisle, his hips swaying with a newfound confidence, as if he had just claimed a prize. The door hissed open, and he disappeared into the night, leaving her trembling in the wake of his depravity.
The man's degrading comments and the anticipation of future encounters filled Dimple with fear and disgust. Despite her distress, she experienced an odd sense of loss as he exited the bus, leaving her to confront the aftermath of his assault. The event's impact on her was profound, the mix of fear and arousal still resonating within her.
Write a comment ...