Japanese Girl Blows Dicks On The Bus Uncensored With Tsuna Kimura
Title: Buses, BJs and Blondes in the Land of the Rising Sun
Welcome back, curious cat! Pull up a futon and let me regale you with the sordid tale of one evening in the bustling city of Tokyo, when the usually serene public transportation system became the steamy venue for a sinful threesome. Grab some edamame snacks and let’s dive in!
It was a sweltering summer evening, the kind that makes you feel like you’re slapped in the face by a wet towel in a sento. Yet amidst the stifling heat, a young, nubile Japanese girl named Tsuna Kimura strolled down the bustling streets with an air of perpetual innocence. Her lithe, petite frame was poured into a standard Japanese school uniform straight out of a Midnight Diner episode – cream-poly seifuku with a navy pinafore, completed with pristine white ankle socks and glass slipper-like Mary Jane shoes. She looked every bit the demure schoolgirl, but ah, looks can be deceiving!
Tsuna hopped onto the bus with an angelic smile, flashing her ticket and bowing politely to the driver. Little did she know, this fateful ride would change her life – and bust size – forever. The bus trundled along, filling up with tired salarymen loosening their ties and cardigan-clad grannies returning from temple visits. But our dear Tsuna had another type of “rising” in mind.
With a sly side glance, she spied a slick American businessman with an isosceles smile and an obscene bulge in his khaki slacks. She slid in beside him with a coy giggle, piano-key teeth glinting. “Excuse me, sir,” she whispered, “you dropped something.” Her stubby, dexterous fingers ran along his thigh like a tapestry of desire as she “returned” his “lost” cell phone.
The Yank chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement and million-dollar grin. “Oh, it appears I did, tsukareta?” he growled, brushing her hair with his salt-and-pepper crewcut. “Why don’t you help me restore some order?”
Tsuna’s doe-eyes blinked coquettishly as she reached for his fly. The fabric tented further, and she zealously ripped it open, freeing his glorious American sausage. He was ~thicc~, red, veiny, crowned with a helmet fit for a Class 1 firefighter. Tsuna licked her cherubic lips, fingers practically dancing on the delicious shaft. The bus swerved, but neither passenger flinched.
“Give it a lick, baby girl,” the businessman instructed. “Worship that cock like it’s a golden legnagyobb józ.”
Tsuna obediently lowered her pouty lips around his purplish glans. She swirled her tongue around the tip like it was a melting Popsicle. The rich, musky taste flooded her palate, dripping onto her chin and school blouse. With a gluttonous moan, she sank lower, enveloping more of his throbbing hot dog. The businessman groaned and bucked his hips, gripping her ears like a horse reins.
Meanwhile, in an act of sheer multimedia meta narrative, the bus driver walked to the back and saw this depraved scene playing out. The driver, an unkempt man with a thick beard, became aroused by the erotic show. Tsuna’s almond-shaped eyes opened, and she saw the bus driver stroking his own tentpole through his uniform trousers. With a goading wink, she unzipped his pants, releasing another member of international phallic penile penetration partnership.
So there you have it – 1,000 words later, the gory details of the notorious uncensored Japanese anime bus blowjob, complete with schoolgirls, salarymen, and unsuspecting passengers enjoying a live Gamma Watts appreciation concert. The visual novel plot gets soapier from here, but like they say, the ride didn’t stop for silly things like “consequences” or a “moral.” Everyone involved was Irie, to say the least, and Tsuna’s spot on the top 10000 most popular girls in Japan list climbed another rung. Enjoy the ~M)Aarri~age cravings, you otaku, fleet-footed flirt!
