Chapter 51 - A Ride On The Train *
[Your voice sounded like a singer's, lulling with your words and seducing as you planted your hands firmly on my body. I could hear you loud and clear. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of your hands on my ass. I didn't dare turn around and let the others know sothing was happening.
I let out a soft, unintelligible mumble, trying hard to suppress the whimper that was about to escape .
I pressed harder against you. Feeling your cock poke at through the material of your pants. Your hands slipped under my short skirt and you sucked in a breath when you encountered my naked skin. You gently stroked my thighs, rolling around, teasing the soft, pliant flesh. You pinched my thigh, letting out a low chuckle when I squeaked softly.
"Do you know how sexy you are?" you whispered into my ear, low enough that I had to strain my ears to hear your voice. "My dirty little girl," you cooed as you went in for another pinch. Fuck if your filthy words didn't turn on more. If it were anybody else, I would have slapped them in the face, but it was you and your honeyed voice. How could I resist. It only turned on more. You slid your hands between my legs and groaned when you found dripping wet for you. I tried as hard as I could to spread my legs wider, letting you have better access, but it was all futile. I clutched my back and adjusted it so that your hand was hidden behind the large backpack.
"You must taste delicious," you said, making tingle and imagine you eating , your teeth nipping my clit, sucking , and plundering my wetness.
You started to run your fingers up and down my slit, tracing a line around it, slowly, applying enough pressure to make it feel good, but not enough to penetrate . Such a tease. You knew what you were doing to . I gasped when you slid a finger inside, your long finger a little rough, driving insane. I was amazed by my ability to hold back a loud moan. You pumped your finger in and out of , faster and faster. Thankfully, the buzz of the people and the sound of the train masked the wet sounds my body was making. You were stroking the entirety of my pussy, sliding against my clit, your knuckles brushing past my opening.
Your finger was wet and slippery from my juices. You added a finger, plunging in and wiggling around, trying to go as deep as you could and touch everything inside . Then you pulled out and dragged your wet fingers across my clit before sliding in again. Repeat.
My breathing ca in pants as I leaned back into you, letting you support my pleasured body, trembling and shaking, trying to control the waves of pleasure shuddering through my body. Had you pulled away, I would have slid down to the floor, open for everyone to see. I was thankful that you were such a gentleman.
While I wanted to fuck you right then and there, I didn't think you would be okay with spreading open and giving mind-numbing pleasure in front of the other males. I knew how jealous you were.
You couldn't take your hands off . You slid out your fingers for one last ti, asking just how good that felt. I protested with a soft wl, letting you know I wanted you back inside . Without notice, you plunged your fingers back in, finger-fucking in earnest, just going in and out hard and fast. You rubbed my clit with your thumb as your fingers pistoned in and out of , your breathing ragged and crazy in my ears, waiting for to co on your fingers. I ground against you and felt you push back, and I knew you wanted to be inside that very second.
And god did I want you.]
That was it? He would scream if that was it. He scrolled and scrolled and only saw the end, no more salacious words from his Rinten and he plopped down on the chair, his cock as hard as ever. He dropped his head in his palms and groaned, almost cursed her for making him think of such things.
He had to reply to her before he could use the damn lotion to the full extent.
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