My Navel Experiences

Navelgasm in Bus

I never expected my solo night trip to the nearby village to turn into such a wild and intense experience. As I boarded the bus, I noticed a group of lecherous men eyeing me with hunger in their eyes. I tried to ignore them and focus on the journey ahead, but their gaze made me feel uneasy.

As the bus started moving, the men began to inch closer to me, their hands brushing against my body. I tried to push them away, but they were relentless. One of them, a tall and muscular man, leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck your navel."

I was taken aback by his boldness, but a part of me was intrigued. I had always had a secret fetish for my navel being touched and played with, and the thought of these men fulfilling that desire sent a shiver down my spine.

Before I could protest, the man's hand slipped under my blouse and began to caress my navel. I gasped at the sensation, feeling a rush of pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The other men joined in, their hands exploring every inch of my body, driving me wild with desire.

As the bus continued to speed down the dark and deserted road, I gave in to the pleasure, letting the men have their way with me. They fucked my navel hard, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body. I moaned and writhed in pleasure, lost in the moment.

By the time we reached the village, I was a trembling mess, my body spent and satisfied. The men left me with a wicked grin, knowing they had given me an experience I would never forget.

As I stumbled off the bus and made my way to my destination, I couldn't help but smile to myself. My navel had been thoroughly fucked by those lecherous men, and I had never felt more alive.