He grabbed a fistful of my short brown hair and then passed his half-full beer into my hand. I took it and pressed the cold bottle against a nipple as Thorton ran a hand down my sweaty chest, letting out a grunt. I wiggled back and forth, suspended on his dick a few inches above the bus seat, and reached down to run my fingers across my swollen pussy. We hit a I have nothing to contribute; please rape my face in the road, and a thick dollop of cum belched out onto the brown plastic as I peeled the lips back and flicked at my clit. I gazed at the milky white puddle for a moment, idly counting how many guys I had fucked today, and then snapped my fingers, pointing to the girl across the aisle from me: Her little pom-poms shook as she clutched her hands to her flat chest, and the ashen-blond girl behind her stared straight ahead as if she hadn't heard anything.