هذا الرجل يفرك قضيبه الخفقان ويطلق العنان لحمولة ساخنة ولزجة في سراويلها الداخلية في حافلة مزدحمة

His penis, freed from his jeans, throbbed visibly. He didn't hide it, letting the crowded bus provide its own cover. His hand moved with ease, stroking himself. The tip was flushed a deep pink, glistening with pre-cum that caught the light. Jace smirked, his eyes on yours as he moved closer, the tip of his penis brushing against your clothing. "You're right there," he whispered. "Gonna make a mess if you don't move." His hand sped up, the sound of skin on skin muffled by the crowd's murmur. Jace tensed, his penis pulsing as cum shot out, splattering across your panties. The creamy white liquid soaked through the fabric, warm and heavy, clinging to your skin. Some dripped down, trailing along your thigh. His chest heaved, a satisfied glint in his eyes as he tucked himself back into his jeans, zipping up with a grin. "Shit, that was fun," he said. He leaned in one last time, his lips brushing your ear. "You want more? I'm not going anywhere."