The heavy iron gates of the school loom ahead, the metal cool and imposing against the morning haze. I walk through them, my legs feeling like jelly, muscles twitching with the aftershocks of the rough fucking on the bus. The air is crisp, but my body is burning up. Between my thighs, a slick, wet trail is steadily leaking down my skin, the stranger's thick cum escaping my battered pussy. It feels filthy, degraded, and utterly perfect. I can smell the musk of sex radiating off me, a potent blend of his stale sweat and my own dripping arousal.