You slide your hands under my jacket and I feel your warm, rough hands through my blouse. I want to stop you but the way my curves fit so perfectly into your manly hands changes my mind. It feels as if my breasts are moulded to fit your palm when you cup them and touch them. But there are people around us in this last night train and I can feel my face turning red, knowing that they possibly had a good view of my body being handled this way by you.
Still, I want you so badly, I am virtually on fire. The movie was a blur. All I remember is being teased by your fingers. Halfway through the movie, you had casually helped yourself up my skirt, caressing my thighs, slowly working your way up to my pussy, teasing me through my panties.
I hate the way you keep a straight face, pretending to concentrate on everything but me. I squirmed on your fingers discreetly, hoping no one would notice what was happening between us. But more so because I needed to cum. I was so desperate from the...
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