Danil gripped the bus rail, phone pressed to his ear as the city blurred past. "Sveta, this commute is a drag, but your voice has me imagining that wicked curve of your ass grinding against me," he quipped with a sly grin. His wife chuckled on the other end, her tone sharp and commanding. "Careful, husband. Talk like that and I'll have you on your knees licking my dripping pussy the second you walk in. Don't think your cock can handle the wait."
He shifted, feeling a sudden warmth in his pants. A striking woman across the aisle had been watching him intently; in a flash of impossible light, she shrank to mere inches, tumbling unnoticed into the fabric of his trousers. Danil frowned at the odd tickle but dismissed it, focusing on Sveta's banter. "You always know how to make me horny from afar, love. What's your plan for that tight body tonight?"
The tiny stranger, fierce and unyielding, navigated his underwear with bold determination. "This isn't submission—it's my game now," she muttered to herself. Danil felt a peculiar pressure building, his cock twitching to life without reason. "Sveta, something's... off. I'm getting hard out of nowhere, sweating like I've run a marathon." His wife teased back, "Sounds like you're already panting for me. Tell me more about how wet you're making me feel from here."
Ignoring the bizarre sensation, he chatted on, but the stranger pressed forward, slipping into his urethra with deliberate intent. A surge of unexplained arousal hit him—his cock now fully hard, pre-cum dripping as he gripped the seat. Panting softly, he tried to hide it. "God, Sveta, this horniness is explosive. I need your pussy wrapped around me, to feel you come hard while I blowjob you senseless." The woman inside moved with strength, heightening every throb. Danil's mind raced to their bedroom rendezvous, body on fire, leading to the inevitable climax that would shatter all control.
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