I'm not very experienced at giving blow jobs, so I improvise, trying to take my cues from the way Cope moans, breathes, from the way he shifts around on the couch. I'm so focused on trying to get this right that I don't hear the door to the bus open, don't hear the footsteps coming up behind me until I feel a pair of hands on my bare hips. “Hey there, sweetheart,” a soft syrupy voice says from behind me. Ransom. “What are you up to in here, baby doll?” His voice is thick with desire and his fingers burn hot trails against my skin as he touches me with a needy tentativeness that's clearly
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