Dimple's hope for a normal evening was shattered when the creepy guy boarded the bus, his intentions clear. Despite her fear, she was trapped between him and the indifferent passengers, his taunts and advances growing more intense as he claimed her as his 'slut'. She ignored her boss's texts, focusing instead on the dangerous situation unfolding beside her.
With a smug grin, the man's hand slid up her thigh, the fabric of her dress riding up with each inch he claimed. She could feel the dampness between her legs grow with every caress, her body responding despite her mind screaming for her to fight back. His question about the previous night's events was a blatant attempt to dominate her, to remind her of her powerlessness. But instead of anger, she felt a strange thrill, her pussy clenching around his invading fingers.
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