Valentina - Public Transport II

Valentina barely had time to wipe herself down before the next guy stepped forward, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. His cock was already in hand, fully hard as he stood in front of her. He wasn’t in any rush, though. He seemed more the savoring type.

“Alright,” she said with a resigned but playful sigh, her breasts still exposed, barely tucked back into her shirt. “You know the deal—make it quick.”

He gave her a wide grin, stepping in closer. “Oh, I’ll make it quick. But damn, those tits are something else.” He stroked himself a couple of times, admiring the sheer size of her chest. “How big are they, really?”

She shrugged, rolling her eyes with a smirk. “Big enough. What do you need the bra size for, if you have them right in front of you?”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” He placed one hand on her shoulder, using the other to guide his cock between her already-slick breasts. His breath caught for a second as he felt how soft and heavy they were. “Fuck, that’s even better than I imagined.”

“Yeah, yeah, just keep moving. I don’t have all day,” she teased, squeezing her tits around him. “You’re not the first today, y’know.”

“Oh, I know.” He started moving his hips slowly, savoring the moment. “Guy said you were great yesterday, too.”

A few more passengers nearby turned their heads, more openly interested now. One guy pulled out his phone, not even pretending to hide it, filming the action. Another woman across the aisle was full-on fingering herself now, eyes locked on the scene in front of her.

She caught a glimpse of the phone and sighed, shaking her head but still smiling. “You guys never get tired of this, huh?”

“You’re hard to get tired of.” His thrusts picked up speed as he slid between her massive tits, the slickness making it easy to glide in and out. His cock was a decent size, but she handled it effortlessly, adjusting her grip to keep him in place.

Another guy sitting further down piped up, clearly enjoying the view. “She’s the reason I take this line, man. You never know when you’ll get lucky.”

“Shit, if I’d known, I’d have taken this route sooner,” the guy between her breasts groaned, his thrusts getting more urgent. “How many times you do this a day?”

Valentina raised an eyebrow, her hands firmly pressing her tits around his cock. “Depends. Four, five times? Depends on my schedule.”

He grinned, obviously enjoying the thought. “Ever get tired of it?”

She tilted her head slightly, considering. “Tired? Not really. It’s just part of life here. You get used to it. Just like you probably jerk off in public all the time.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You got me there.” His thrusts became more intense, his breath ragged as he picked up the pace. “Shit… almost there…”

A couple of other commuters were now watching intently, one guy stroking himself openly, standing in the aisle, not even bothering to hide his arousal. A woman next to him was casually rubbing herself under her skirt, moaning softly but staying quiet enough not to draw too much attention. It was just part of the commute.

As he pumped harder, the guy between her breasts was getting close, his face scrunched in concentration. “Fuck, these tits are perfect.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” she replied dryly, adjusting her grip again to keep things smooth. “Now hurry up, you’re gonna make me late.”

He groaned, thrusting faster, his cock twitching as he finally came, spilling hot cum across her chest. She let him finish, keeping her breasts tight around him until he was done. He pulled back, panting, wiping sweat from his forehead as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“That… was fucking incredible,” he muttered, clearly satisfied.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said with a smirk, wiping her chest with a quick swipe of her hand. “Glad to help. Now, get back to your seat.”

As he stepped back, grinning like an idiot, another guy from the crowd spoke up. “Damn, you got time for one more?”

She glanced at her wristband, sighing. “Sorry, fellas. I’ve got class in twenty minutes.” She stood up, adjusting her blouse, tucking her tits back into place, though they still spilled out enough to keep most of them on display.