The Midnight Bus Ride

As the masquerade ball raged on, Eric found himself drawn to a woman dressed in a silver sequined gown and a mysterious feather mask. Her name was Violet, and she had a reputation for being wild and unpredictable. They had been talking for hours, drinking champagne and making small talk, when suddenly, Violet grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the back of the ballroom.

"Come on, let's get out of here," she whispered, her eyes full of mischief.

Eric followed her through the winding hallways of the old mansion until they arrived at a small, dimly lit room. Inside, a vintage bus was parked and decorated with velvet curtains and red lights. It was an unusual sight, but Eric felt an instant surge of excitement at the thought of getting intimate in such a unique location.

"Get in," Violet commanded, as she climbed onto the bus and closed the curtains behind her.

Eric hesitated, but the thought of being caught was exhilarating. He climbed onto the bus, and before he knew it, Violet had pushed him onto one of the seats and was straddling him.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Eric breathed, as he kissed her neck and unzipped her dress.

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