You give him a treat

As the air filled your lungs, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, followed by a sudden surge of desire. You slid down the bus driver's body, your hands tracing the curves of his waist and hips as you went. Your knees hit the floor of the bus with a soft thud, the cool metal a welcome respite from the heat of the bus driver's body.

As you looked up at the bus driver, you saw that his eyes were still closed, his chest heaving with exhaustion. His black sword, still semi-erect, hung limp and spent, a string of cum trailing from the tip to the floor of the bus.

It looked so tasty to you, the string of cum trailing from the tip of the bus driver's cock to the floor of the bus. You felt a sudden, intense craving, a desire to taste the salty, sticky liquid that seemed to be calling to you. Your tongue darted out of your mouth, tracing the curves of your lips as you gazed up at the bus driver. His eyes were still closed, his chest heaving with exhaustion, and he seemed completely unaware of your intentions.

You leaned forward, your hands tracing the curves of the bus driver's thighs as you went. Your mouth opened, your tongue extended, and you felt a rush of anticipation as you prepared to taste the bus driver's cum.

Your tongue made contact with the string of cum, and a burst of flavor exploded on your taste buds. It tasted of your own ass and his bitter cum, a pungent mix that was both familiar and foreign. The texture was sticky and viscous, coating your tongue with a layer of warmth that seemed to spread through your mouth. You savored the taste, your eyes fixed on the bus driver's cock as you licked the cum clean.

As you licked, the bus driver's eyes flickered open, and he gazed down at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His pupils seemed to dilate, and his chest heaved with a newfound interest.

As you began to lick his cock clean, your tongue tracing the curves of his shaft, the bus driver's eyes seemed to glaze over. His chest heaved with a newfound interest, and his hips began to stir, as if responding to some unseen ****. You massaged his hips into a gentle thrusting motion, your pale white fingers digging deep into the black flesh of his buttocks as you pulled him closer.

The bus driver's cock, still semi-erect, began to stiffen in your mouth, the skin growing taut as his arousal grew. The skin was smooth and warm, the texture a perfect complement to the gentle suction of your lips.

As you continued to pleasure the bus driver with your mouth, your hands slid up his thighs, tracing the curves of his hips and waist as you went. Your fingers brushed against the rough fabric of his uniform, feeling the hard muscles and sinewy tendons beneath. Your fingers found the buttons of his shirt, and you undid them one by one, revealing his hairy chest and the sweat that glistened on his skin.

The bus driver's hands, which had been running through your hair, slowed their pace, and you felt his grip on your head tighten. You sucked on the veiny purple head that had invaded your ass just minute ago. The bus driver's grip on your hair tightened, his fingers digging deep into your scalp. His hips jerked forward, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth, and you felt the smooth skin of his shaft glide effortlessly over your tongue. The muscles of his abdomen tensed and relaxed in a rhythmic motion.

Your tongue danced around the head of his cock, tracing the curves of the glans and the ridges of the corona, enacting the skills you had learned from your games with bob. You pushed your nose into his groin, the scent of sweat and semen enveloped you, a primal aroma that stirred something deep within.

The bus driver's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with a lustful intensity that seemed to sear into your very soul. His hands, still tangled in your hair, tightened their grip, holding your head firmly against his pelvis. You felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of fear as he stared down at you, his pupils dilating with pleasure.

As you continued to suckle his cock, you felt it slide deeper into your mouth, the smooth skin gliding effortlessly over your tongue. Your throat flexed, accommodating the length of his shaft, and you felt the head of his cock pass into your esophagus.

As the bus driver's cock slid deeper into your throat, you felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. His hands, still tangled in your hair, tightened their grip, holding your head firmly against his pelvis. You felt a sense of submission wash over you, and your tongue began to bob submissively against the black rod.

"Ah, fuck... you're a natural," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Your mouth is so warm, so tight... it's like it was made for sucking cock." His hands, still tangled in your hair, tightened their grip, holding your head firmly against his pelvis. You hummed at the pleasure of the complement, your throats vibration against the rod in your mouth causing the driver to grunt back.

You wrapped your hands around his thighs, your fingers digging deep into the flesh of his buttocks, you felt a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of fear. With a newfound sense of determination, you **** his cock further down your throat.

Your nose was now fully pressed against his pelvis, the skin squishing against your nostrils as he thrust forward. The scent of his sweat and semen filled your nostrils, a heady aroma that only seemed to intensify your desire. But beneath that, you detected the unmistakable masculine aroma of a working man - the smell of diesel fuel, worn leather, and the faint tang of grease. It was a primal, earthy scent that spoke to something deep within you.

You couldn't help but notice the complex flavors that danced on your tongue. It was a bitter sweetness, like the taste of dark chocolate mixed with the slightest hint of salt. The bitterness seemed to come from the rough, weathered skin of his shaft, while the sweetness was a subtle undertone that lingered in the background, teasing your senses and leaving you wanting more.

As you savored the taste of his cock, you couldn't help but feel a sense of submission wash over you. You were just a cross-dressing suburban teen, barely out of high school, and yet here you were, taking the cock of a man who was easily twice your age.

You relaxed your throat muscles, allowing his shaft to glide effortlessly. The smooth skin of his cock caressed the sensitive tissues of your throat, sending shivers down your spine.