Chapter 3: A Filthy Commute
The bus lurched around a corner, jostling Ellie sideways in the plastic seat. A fresh, thick drop of Lil D's cum seeped out, warm against her inner thigh, tracing a sticky path down towards her knee, hidden beneath the thin fabric of her sundress. She shifted, subtly pressing her thighs together, the dampness a secret reminder of the colossal cock that had stretched her wide, the sheer heat of his release still a tangible presence deep inside. A flush crept up her neck remembering the impossible feel of him, the pressure, the way he'd grunted as he finally unloaded his massive balls directly into her womb on camera. The scent, musky and primal, seemed trapped under her skirt, mingling with the bus's stale air, sparking a low, insistent throb between her legs. She wondered, biting her lip against a small moan, if the man snoring beside her could smell it too.
Another warm pulse escaped her, slick against her skin, the sheer volume Lil D had pumped inside her still astonishing. That raw stretch, the primal burn as he’d bottomed out before unloading, flooded her mind, igniting a sharp, needy pang low in her belly. She pressed her thighs tighter, the sticky mess a filthy, thrilling secret beneath her dress. "Fuck," she breathed silently, the memory of his thick, hot cum flooding her raw cunt making her clit throb insistently. She needed Ritchie, needed him now, to feel that emptiness filled again, raw and messy.
The potent, musky scent trapped under her skirt, mingling with stale bus air, wasn't just a reminder; it was a trigger, awakening a fierce, undeniable hunger for more raw cock, more creampies, more of that thick, hot flood claiming her.