As I sat on the back of the bus, my eyes wandered around the place. People were chatting, laughing, and enjoying their ride. But then, something caught my eye. A man across the aisle was playing with himself, hiding behind his hand. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he worked his fingers up and down his shaft. My pussy tightened at the sight of him, and I felt myself getting wetter by the second. But then, he noticed me watching him. Our eyes locked, and he smiled slightly before returning to his self-pleasure. I don’t know what got into me, maybe the fact that i’m just such a whore that without thinking twice, I hopped over the seat and onto the floor. I crawled towards him, my heart racing with excitement. When I finally reached him, I leaned in close and wrapped my lips around his cock. It was bigger than I had anticipated, but I didn’t care. I sucked on it, taking all of it into my mouth. He groaned softly, and I knew that this was going to be amazing. We continued like this for what seemed like hours, but was only a few sweet minutes, until we both came simultaneously. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced – and I hadn’t even touched myself yet! Afterwards, we just sat there, catching our breaths. Neither of us said anything, but we both knew that this was something special. We had connected in a way that neither of us could have expected. From that day forward, whenever we saw each other on the bus, we both knew exactly what was going to happen.