She was a little slow, wasn't she? He didn't mind that. Raiko simply enjoyed himself longer, taking his time tasting the texture of her generous ass with his palm. At first she shifted with discomfort, and he almost thought she noticed then, but it was when her soft butt finally tensed up that he was sure she realized her situation. Her body stiffened, and he watched her fingers dig into her bag of food and listened to the complaints of the metal in of the can. At first her attempts at turning looked almost brave, but her muscles had seized up, and she soon forgot that impulse.<br/><br/>His thumb moved closer to her crack, digging into the fleshy buttock to pull at it so the fingertips could wiggled in where her body divided. He almost groaned when he felt her shaking. That meant he had her. Even if her mind hadn't caught up, she had given him all the signs that she would let him do what he wanted. He could feel the little dew on her skin from the stress of it, and petted it to play with the now humid surface. Like he thought. She was the perfect target.<br/><br/>His fingers squeezed her harder, which lodge them deeper into her crack, finally brushing her taut, youthful, unused pucker. It was hard, protecting its decimal now that his violations were detected. He carefully petted that unwilling entrance and then went on with simply mashing his palm into her flexing but still plenty bubbly ass. Raiko even dared lean forward a little, touching his nose to her green hair, ontop of her scalp, and inhale her distress. Poor girl, paralyzed - punished after giving up her seat.<br/><br/>He helped himself, he was sure she felt some relief that his attention went away from her dirty little hole to wander down, and cup her ass from the crease between the fatty cushion and her thigh. It gave him good leverage to hook four fingers in, while his thumb lodged deep into her butt with a formidable, eager squeeze. He wasn't holding back, drinking up the scent of her shampoo and the sour notes of her panic too, while enjoying the texture of her skin.<br/><br/>Eventually he made things more convenient for himself, simply letting her butt be for a while to methodically roll her panties and push them into her crack, effectively changing the style of her underwear. With her skirt stuffed into its waist, he finally took his face from atop her head to lean back and look at the exposed rear between them. He grinned and pinched it, rather hard, to see if she would be able to stay quiet. It might be hard, the same kind of force had left marks and bruises on other girls.