Young Woman Has Intimate Encounter On A Moving Bus With Hindi Dialogue

I was idly gazing out of the bus window. All thoughts ceased as I lay there, panting, satisfied. Just as I was thinking of him the bus pulled up at a stop. Hot dogs? How I loved that. We had fucked nearly the whole weekend but I was horny as fuck – again. I moaned again as my index finger slid inside. Slowly at first, gentle picking up speed as I rubbed my clit even harder and faster. His tongue playing with my lips, then the other lips, the nipples. Sighing I spread my legs further apart. I smiled, felt the familiar twang of longing rush through me. Further down over the prominent hip bones my thighs, and up again. Faded jeans, tight fitting an leaving not much to imagination. All the way down to my ass. On one occasion I even had read the whole night even though I had an exam the next day.