The bus rolled smoothly through the tunnels leading to the mansion. An unusual silence filled the interior, broken only by a few exhausted sighs and the dull creak of the seats with every turn.
Hina had been glued to Nash since the moment they left the locker room. Her arms were locked tightly around his neck, her entire body clinging to him like a koala, rubbing softly against him with every movement of the bus. Soft, satisfied purrs escaped her from time to time.
The thick length of his cock remained buried to the root inside her warm, swollen pussy. The slow rocking of the bus made her shift just enough that the soft, wet sound of their joined bodies filled the small space between them—*squelch… squelch…*—every time her weight settled a little deeper.
