“Oh god,” I gasped, my hand tangling in his hair, pressing his head closer. “Harder…suck it harder." He sucked harder, moving between my n*****s, lavishing them with wet, urgent pulls while his free hand roamed back to my legs.
I spread my legs wider, giving him easy access to my p***y, the train's sway adding to the rush. His fingers traced up my inner thigh, finding my panties and shifting the fabric aside. “Hmm, you're so wet,” he growled against my skin, his fingertips rubbing my wet entrance, circling my swollen clit.
I bucked against his hand, moaning loud. “Ahh, fuck.”
He slipped one finger inside my p***y, thrusting deep and slow at first, stretching me just right. The intimacy of his touch mixed with the raw intrusion made my heart, I felt exposed, desired and alive. “You love
