Bus fingering makes her drip in sneakers

The bus was mostly empty after our long day out, but I couldn't hold back anymore—my pussy ached for his touch, so I kicked off my shorts and climbed onto his lap, spreading my legs wide in my white sneakers. His bearded face nuzzled my neck as I felt exposed, the passing cars a thrilling blur outside the windows, my small breasts pressing against his shirt while I whispered how badly I needed him to finger me right now. His fingers plunge deep into my dripping slit, stroking that spot that makes me gasp and clench around him, my body rocking needy on the seat. I bite my lip to muffle my whimpers, socks bunching as my sneakers dangle, the public risk making every thrust of his hand send shivers through me—I own this moment, grinding harder, so close to cumming for him.