I dragged my fingers out of Haruna's drenched pussy with a slow, deliberate pull, savoring the way her walls tried to keep me. Her juices coated my skin, obscene and glistening. She bit her lip hard enough to bruise, her hips still rolling in tiny, desperate circles—like she could fuck the air if she tried hard enough.
Haruna shot me a look hot enough to scald before smoothing her skirt down with trembling hands. The bus lurched forward just as the woman dropped into her seat, the engine's growl covering the sound of Haruna's ragged breathing.
I didn't wipe my fingers clean.
I licked them.
Haruna's eyes burned into me as I slowly pulled my fingers from my mouth, her thighs pressing together like she could trap the heat I'd stirred inside her. The woman across from us adjusted her scarf again, her sharp gaze flickering toward the window—completely unaware that the girl beside me was seconds from unraveling right in front of her.
