She'd expected Boston's large hands to take hold of her backside to slow or even stop her so there would be some hope of him being able to reach his own well deserved climax. When he'd spread her wide and filled her with grinding with thrusts more hard and furious then anything she'd ever experienced, she stiffened from surprise and the impending orgasm that was now inevitable. He face flooded with color and burning skin slicked with sweat.<br/><br/>His encouragement -<em> commands</em>- to release entered her ears and traveled right to her core, bringing on the fist wave of spasms contracting around Boston's cock. Though intense they were only the mere beginning. Already another final wave welling up inside her - along with it a guttural scream on the rapidly approaching horizon. Where she not pinned on the ceiling, she would have buried her face in the bedding or his body. All she could do was lean downward, hoping that he'd have the presence of mind to meet her in a kiss and swallow her shrill cries of pleasure. Iif not her release stood to be broadcast to the entire bus.<br/><br/>Her toes curled. Her fists clenched into tight balls. The whole length of her sex seized around him as her thighs pulled furiously inward. Every muscle clenched and trembled as her hips bucked reflexively and hard against him. She stared desperately at his lips through glazed half lidded eyes.