I’m so horny on the bus that I come home to cum

The bus ride home was a fucking torment. Every bump in the road sent vibrations straight to my clit, and the sight of strangers going about their day made me want to scream out how wet I was. My thighs rubbed together, sticky with desire, and I could feel my juices soaking through my panties. I shifted in my seat, trying to relieve the pressure, but it only made it worse. I needed more. By the time I got home, I was a mess. I kicked off my shoes and ripped off my clothes, leaving a trail of fabric from the door to the bedroom. I fell onto the bed, my hands immediately going to my tits, squeezing and pulling at my nipples. I needed to feel something, anything. My other hand slipped between my legs, finding my pussy slick and ready. I rubbed furiously, my hips bucking off the bed as I fucked my hand. I could feel the orgasm building, my body tensing as I chased the release. I came hard, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I rolled over, grabbing the lube from the nightstand. I coated my fingers, then my toy, and started again, fucking myself with abandon. The bed creaked and moaned under my weight, the sound of my wet pussy filling the room. I came again, this time screaming out my release, my body shaking with the intensity of it. I collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied, finally able to relax.