Mary provides some hospitality.

He turned to her smiling, trying to look charming, but before he could finish the first word Mary put a leather clad finger to his lips, silencing him. The dress took control, scooting her closer to him, forcing her to rub against him. Her hand made it's way sensually down his body before stopping on his stomach, just above his crotch. If he had been looking at Mary's face, he might have seen the struggle on her face.

Mary did not want to do this, was fighting with everything she had to keep her hands off of this dumb college student's cock. But she knew she couldn't win. Her hand slid down into his pants, into his boxers, and began teasing his already partially erect cock. The glove proceeded to give him a sensational handjob, judging from his reaction. The rest of her outfit relinquished control, only her arm pumping busily. Ridiculously, Mary attempted to look nonchalant as she jacked the boy off. She scooted as far from him as her arm would allow, trying to keep herself from blushing.

The boy's breathing and the spasming of his muscles told her he was about to cum, and luckily the bus was getting ready to come to a stop. Mary wanted out of here. To her disgust, but not to her surprise at this point, the glove positioned her hand so that it would receive the maximum amount of jism from his orgasm. Mary pulled her hand out, nose crinkled with disgust. She stood to leave and made it a few steps before the dress spun her around and **** her cum stained hand to her mouth. She locked eyes with the boy as she was **** to clean the glove with her tongue.

Only after she had swallowed every drop of his salty load was she allowed to break eye contact with him. She turned and rushed from the bus, heels clacking, with tears in her eyes.