At the same time, Ms. Escamilla’s girl-cock plowed into my pussy. That thick dick buried into me over and over again. Her balls sacked into the back... of my nutsack. I shuddered, loving the feel of her pounding me. Her big breasts massaged my shoulder blades while her hands found my titties.She kneaded them. Massaged them. Pinched my nipples.“Ms. Escamilla!” I howled.“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” she purred. “You like taking my big dick in your tight pussy.”“Yes!” I moaned, my body shuddering. It was tiresome, and yet, she knew that to fail in this eternal dance, or to falter even once could see her cast down. She wouldn't have that. She'd worked hard to be where she was. That was right, all the way back in High School, Jana Moris had seen the social structure emerging and decided she knew exactly where she wanted to be. Right at the top. And she'd been there too, enduring as years passed by and more faces than she cared to remember fought for, won and lost the same prize. It was all. ‘I’ll stop looking at other girls.’ She stepped back and searched my eyes. ‘No, you can look. But don’t flirt. And definitely don’t touch.’ ‘Understood.’ I bent down and kissed her again. ‘So shall we go back in and put a stop to this strip poker thing?’ She hesitated, and I saw that her ire at me had done nothing to quell the fire inside her. I realized that our kiss had brought my erection back, and I mentally tried to calm down. She looked at me and said, ‘What do you think?’ I blinked. To. I wanted to explode inside my pants almost instantly and it took everything I had not to. I could tell she was about to orgasm herself. Her legs were starting to quiver and her pussy was tightening up on my thumb. Then it hit! She had to squeeze her thighs together and it felt great. Here I was giving this woman, a complete stranger an orgasm here on the bus. She was cuming hard. I could feel her juices starting to drip down my wrist and could not wait to figure a way to taste her juices.