Two stops later, a tall, tattooed, well built guy probably at least twice my age got on the bus. I was feeling his hard but soft cock head pressing against my right of my throat, then right of my throat, then getting squeezed by the narrowing wet warm passage in the back of my throat, “this is better than a pussy” he moaned, as he was fingering my pussy. He was looking at his phone and slowly making his way back. I scooted over and sat next to the guy, he looked puzzled. Next I grabbed his shaft by the root and put his cock head in my mouth, wrapping tightly where the head connects to shaft with my lips, moving my tongue left and right under the head of his thick cock. I gently bit his balls, just enough for me to see some pain mixed with pleasure in his face. I was giving blow jobs to my friends, people I meet at the bars, and this guy probably never got a blow job from a
