The thrift store buzzed with flickering lights that washed everything in a dull yellow glow. Rose stood out sharply, her tawny skin luminous against racks of faded clothes. She bent to examine a sequined belt, and black leggings hugging her curves. Logan lingered nearby, pretending to browse moth-eaten cardigans while tracking her movements. When she stretched for a faux fur coat, her ivory sweater rode up, revealing a sliver of toned stomach.
Logan was attracted to her and walked into the store. The clerk was very surprised to see that a man in his 40s with a poor look was also looking at clothes, so he did not greet him. If the clerk was more careful, it would not be difficult to find that Logan was actually interested in something else, but the girl who was bending over to look at the clothes.
"Too small," she muttered, tossing the coat aside. Chestnut strands escaped her braid, glinting under the lights. Logan's calloused hands flexed as he watched.
Rose crouched to dig through a scarf bin, leggings tightening over her dancer's calves. Logan studied a paisley blouse, eyes flicking to the silver chain swaying near her collarbone.
"Ash! Look at this!" Rose laughed, holding up a leopard-print bodysuit. A lanky teen slouching by the changing rooms didn't glance up from his phone. "This'd suit you," she teased, stretching the spandex. Her sweater lifted, exposing a sliver of her lower back. Logan's tongue darted across chapped lips.
"Whatever," Ash grunted, pocketing his phone. "We're late."
"You said we had time--"
"Changed my mind." He smirked, steering her toward the exit. His hand slid down to grope her backside. Rose swatted him away with a nervous giggle. Logan followed jaw clenched.
On the two-floor bus, Logan sat diagonally behind them. The driver's mirror offered a clear view. Rose's braid had loosened during the walk, chestnut waves spilling over her shoulder. She leaned forward to rummage through her bag, sweater gaping to reveal cleavage. Logan's fists tightened.
"Stop," Rose whispered as Ash nuzzled her neck. "People are watching."
"Who? Sleeping Beauty?" Ash jerked his chin at the snoring drunk. His hand slipped under her sweater. "Or that grandpa?"
"Not here," she insisted, pushing his chest.
"You've teased me all day," Ash growled, seizing her wrist. The bus hit a pothole, jostling them together. "Be fun."
He forced her hand against his crotch. Rose turned to the window, eyes squeezed shut. Ash's free hand shoved under her sweater, distorting the fabric, "See? Nobody cares."
"Please--" Rose gasped as Ash bit her neck.
"You love it," he panted.
"Not here, please..." Rose said, trying to avoid him.
Ash now had no way but to block her red lips with his mouth.
From Rose's stretched shirt and rapid panting, Logan knew that Ash was teasing Rose's breasts hard, but it was a pity that Ash did not fully pull up her clothes to let Logan see the true face of Rose's breasts.
The bus stopped Ash's lust as his stop came. He could only kiss Rose hard before and walked to the lower level reluctantly. He arrived at the station. The moment he got off the bus, the drunk opened his eyes and showed a sly smile.
It started to rain heavily outside the window, and the rain hit the car window fiercely. After a thunder, a flash of lightning passed by Rose's eyes, making her shudder. She began to have an ominous premonition, but she didn't expect that this premonition would soon become a reality.
A strong hand grabbed her jade neck, making her unable to breathe. She was so scared that her heart was beating fast. She struggled desperately but her limbs were weak. When she calmed down, she found that one of her hands had been handcuffed to a pillar next to her bus seat.
"Who... who are you, what do you want to do?" Rose said tremblingly. Her other hand was raised, and the man tied her tightly with his belt.
"I want to do what your boyfriend just did!" The drunk laughed obscenely, sucked her earlobe with his tongue, and rubbed her breasts from behind with his hands. Rose had no way to avoid it. Her two round breasts fell into the man's hands.
The elasticity he felt through her clothes made the drunk man very excited. He took out a knife, cut a small hole in her collar, and then pulled hard with both hands to tear her shirt from the back.
"No... Help!" Rose screamed, hoping someone would help her, but there seemed to be no driver downstairs. Only then did Rose realize that the mountain road the bus was traveling on was not her way home. Could it be that the driver had...
"No? Didn't your boyfriend touch you very well just now?" The man's knife gently cut the bra straps on her shoulders and then pulled with his hands, and her bra was pulled off.
Rose, with her upper body naked, had her hands hung on the pillars of the bus. The man hugged her from behind, squeezing her firm breasts with his ten fingers, and occasionally playing with her nipples with two pairs of fingers.
She gasped and twisted her legs desperately, but every time she twisted, she felt a hard object pressing against her private parts. The man smiled lewdly, "My beauty, don't be impatient."
The man lifted her buttocks, grabbed her tight leggings, pulled them off, and took off her leggings and underwear.
"Ah!" Rose felt a chill down there, her lower body was already exposed.
"Please, don't do it to me, I can give you anything you want." Rose begged. The man was not willing to let go of this piece of fat meat. He bent down.
Rose knew what he wanted to do, and she squeezed her two snow-white thighs tightly, but she was in vain. The man put the cold knife down between her legs and forced her to spread her legs. He lowered his head to her lower body. The man stretched out his tongue and licked the entrance to Rose's pussy.
"Ah!" Rose couldn't help but let out a light cry. Her sensitive and precious area was touched. Although Rose felt a little pleasure, she was more resentful. The man enjoyed it.
After licking Rose a few times, he jumped and stood in front of Rose. Now Rose could see the evil man. He was about forty years old, tall, with tattered clothes, a smell of alcohol, and many scars on his face. Now he was sticking out his long tongue to lick Rose.
He wanted to put his tongue into Rose's mouth, but Rose refused. This angered him. He grabbed one of her breasts with his hand and pressed it down hard.
"Ah!" Rose felt pain and groaned.
"Open your mouth obediently, or you will be in trouble!" As the man said this, he had already stuck his tongue into Rose's mouth, found her tongue, and drilled in her mouth for a while before he was willing to come out. The man's tongue then fell on Rose's rosy nipples. The two red plums, under the malicious sucking, couldn't help but harden.
The man united Rose's hands, but pointed a knife at her, "Little beauty, kneel down and give me some pleasure!"
Rose closed her eyes and said nothing. The man grabbed her small hands with a grin and pressed down his trousers, "Pull it down!"
Unexpectedly, Rose not only did not pull down his trousers for him but kicked him in the crotch, causing him to scream in pain and cover his lower body. Rose took the opportunity to run downstairs, "Help, help!" she shouted.
The bus stopped, but a woman came out from the driver's room.
"Bitch!" Rose's hair was grabbed by the woman, and she slapped her twice.
"Um, um..." A pitiful scene was playing out in the stairwell. Rose's hands were handcuffed tightly again behind her back by a woman. The woman seemed to have learned judo and her wrists were as strong as a man's.
The man, with his lower body naked, held his penis which had just been slightly injured, and said with gritted teeth, "Little bitch, let me see how you compensate my little brother!"
He covered her nose and stuffed his penis into her small mouth. She twisted and struggled, but her tongue accidentally touched his glans, making him scream with pleasure. He stuffed it deep into her throat and ignored her discomfort. Rose was coughing constantly, but the man was very happy. The woman who was holding Rose couldn't help but look at Rose's pointed breasts a few more times.
After the man thrusted dozens of times in Rose's mouth, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Wife, I'll lie down, you put her down!"
