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In a crowded bus, a stranger's hand finds its way to your crotch, her skilled fingers tracing your growing erection through your pants. She leans in, her breath hot on your ear, "Don't move. Don't look." Her hand slips inside, wrapping around your shaft, the sensation of her soft skin against you intensifying as she starts to stroke. The world around you fades as she brings you closer to the edge, your release coating her waiting tongue.