Natasha lifted off her chest and put her right hand to his face, snapping her fingers softly, biting as if counting them, then folded them, showing two, and smiled, tilting her head to the side waiting. Mike broke out from under her chin and fell free, hiding her raised chest again.

At first he did not understand, but then it dawned on him.

In order not to let the guy cool down, the girl continued to stroke him through jeans in the lower abdomen. Now and then touching the belt and zipper, hinting at a possible continuation.

Natasha's right hand fell down to the shorts to where he, also through the fabric, stroked and squeezed her with her palm sandwiched between her legs, all this time. As if she was playing, she knocked a varnished nail on a button on her shorts and also led her down the zipper. Biting her lip, she laid her legs and slightly shook her hips, fidgeting on the seat.

The guy counted options, wondering whether the game is worth the candle. Natasha again spread her legs, took out his hand between her legs and lifted her to her face, bowed her head, swallowed his fingers one by one, sucking and licking. In the darkness, feeling her hot and wet mouth, hot breath and a metal ball on the tongue, in the glow of the lights devouring the slag's eyes. He finally broke down and nodded, flushed and intoxicated by her manipulations.

And he showed one finger.

Natasha shook her head from side to side and again showed two, pulling her right leg up to her chest by the knee and stroking her hand over her thigh from below. Licking her fingers, she slipped them into the shorts on the right. A series of lights stopped briefly, but she again put his hand to her lightning, and he felt her fingers sliding under the clothes. A lone glimpse highlighted her parted mouth and curled up tongue. Quickly taking a couple of bills out of his belt bag, he put them into her palm and clutched at T-shirt to Natasha, again pulling it up with a jerk, scratching his nails along the ribs.

Considering the two thousand cars passing by in the headlights that flashed past two thousand, she grinned, lifting her ass up and shoved them into her back pocket and then sat down in a chair and immediately unzipped her shorts. Spreading her hips wide, so that one leg dangled from the seat into the aisle, it opened to him, almost squealing from rough caress when the greedy hand slipped under her panties, along a neat strip of pubic hair straight down ...

... where a surprise was waiting for him, in the form of a miniature bolt in a skin crease above the clitoris, at the lower end of which a small ring was threaded and loosely dangled!

It was a newly healed piercing, and Natasha then had the choice of either piercing the navel, or this, there was no money for both options. Clearly felt by touch, it was easily rolled under his fingers and he regretted that he could not see him under his shorts. The other hand was not left idle, already squeezing bare chest. He firmly grabbed his nipples with his fingers and strongly pulled them to himself, bent down to her, trying to grab his teeth, touching his lips, caressing his tongue. Natasha bit her lips, clamped her hand over her mouth and stifled in herself the cries of pleasure, pain and passion. In her shorts it was long ago so wet that her panties could be squeezed out, his fingers easily slid up and down along her lips, exploring every fold, freely penetrating inside, playing with the ring. Waves of fire spread through the body, hot breath lost, if it were possible to see the complexion and breasts of Natasha in the glow of the night highway, they would look covered with thick paint that even appeared through the tan.

She again put her left palm on his jeans, starting to unbutton the belt, he barely broke away from her charms and still helped her, impatiently pulling the belt, button and zipper of jeans. Immediately putting wet palms on Natasha's hot body.The girl, getting drunk from caresses, thrust her hand in there and grabbed a strong hot member, pulled it out, admiring the size and strength, he stood with a stake wide enough in girth to fill her palm in proportion to the length and slightly pulsed from tension. She was ready to laugh, at the thought of what she was about to do (in public!) She was thrown into a fever. Suddenly remembering those around her, she glanced around for a moment, but there was no movement in the steady noise of the motor and the swaying of the bus.

Natasha's hand slid along his trunk, squeezing her hand more and more, she moved her hand all the time, as far as possible trying not to make noise.

Up down!

The guy was breathing heavily and unevenly, but fortunately the noise of the engine muffled him and then she felt like he put his hand on her nape and pulled over.

Up down! Faster!

The girl leaned over to his side, closer and closer to his hard cock. Liberally pouring grease, he already squished his palms and she even slowed down, fearing that it was loud enough to be heard even through the roar of the engine. Until now, she caressed him with his left, but bending down towards him was already uncomfortable, besides, her hand was tired and she changed her hand.

Up down! Stronger! Even stronger!

Natasha, holding her cock tight in her hand, froze for a second right in front of him, the boy already felt her burning breath on the wet head.

Sticking out the tongue, she gently touched the tip of her, as if trying to taste. The sweatshirt had slipped on the floor a long time ago, but she had completely forgotten about her, now Natasha had such a sweet member before her eyes and was paid for everything! Kissing the head, she lowered her head and ran her tongue down the trunk, pressing her hand to her lips and rubbing her cheek, a wet mark remained on her face. The pendant slid down and hung between the legs of the guy. He grabbed her hair and impatiently planted it right on his stake. As soon as she had time to clasp the head with her lips, Natasha almost choked when her hand pressed it down hard, forcing her to swallow it almost to her throat. The girl jerked trying to rise, but the boy pressed her to the penis again and again with both hands, holding him down and pressing him from above, until she could cope with herself and did not suck herself, each time taking him as deep as she had never imagined before.

Mmm, casual language, mmm, deeper, deeper!

Actually, Natasha liked to feel a firm throat. Closing her lips tightly, she caressed the head and trunk with the tongue, rolling the metal ball over the hot flesh, rhythmically sucking in almost to the end. Perhaps in a different position, she would have been able to accept him completely, but now the member rested and she could hardly keep herself from coughing. Her mouth was full of moisture, it seemed that even the motor could not block the sucking and smacking sounds that she involuntarily made, with the mere thought that it was someone who heard the girl's ears were burning and she seemed to be all compressed inside ... but at the same time Natasha felt a strange euphoria and in her panties became even wetter, if that was possible. Warm waves of excitation dispersed throughout the body. Now she herself would not want to break away from a member. Grasping her hair tightly, the boy accelerated the pace and soon she barely had enough air to not suffocate ...

... And then they felt a blow from behind in the back of the seat, there was a creak from the spot behind them, someone woke up!

Both instantly froze, Natasha was like a dick in her mouth, a guy with a hand in her hair.

The next second, a thousand thoughts flashed through her head, and then she realized what to do. In fact, Natasha, despite moments of doubt, was almost always self-confident. But here, with surprising composure for herself, she did not even take out the member from her mouth, simply stretched out her hand and lifted the sweatshirt from the floor, about which she suddenly remembered, and finally lifting herself up, letting the guy down, putting her head on his knees and covering her eyes, she stretched out to him raised clothes and he understoodfiring his hair and covering his top with a sweatshirt, he confidently put an arm around her shoulder and leaned back in his chair, also pretended to be asleep.

But it looked like it was a false alarm, who sat behind them, apparently did not know what was going on in front of him, and just unsuccessfully turned in his sleep, hitting his knee on the back of Natasha’s chair.

The bus drove along the night highway.

Natasha was lying ...