50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
Even at this hour—well past midnight—the bus was still jammed with the usual mix: exhausted night-shift workers, drunk clubbers, students, and people who simply had nowhere else to be.
I was one of them. Eighteen years old, stuck in my private school uniform after a brutal detention that ran late. My short pleated gray skirt clung to my damp thighs, and my white blouse was slightly see-through from sweat. The old pervert remained glued to my back like a shadow I couldn’t shake.
His three thick, wrinkled fingers were buried deep inside my dripping pussy.
“Mhhhh… fuck…” I breathed shakily, forehead pressed against the cool metal pole in front of me. My hands gripped the overhead rail so hard m