Public Sex After The Subway Ride

It’s time to play together

The screech of the brakes echoed through the subway car as it came to a halt at the next station and public sex was on my mind. My heart was pounding in my chest, as I quickly adjusted my bottoms and followed him close behind. Excited that he caught me doing clit play on the train. Now we’re going to play together.

I wanted more action and could tell he wanted a taste or at least a touch of me outside of what he witnessed me do. As I called on him and instructed him to follow me our hands clung to each other. I could feel the heat radiating from within my core, a constant reminder of the intense arousal that had consumed her throughout the ride.

His Cock Was Ready Before He Was

We maneuvered through the crowd of passengers as our eyes locked on the restroom sign at the end of the platform. He touched the door handle before me. As he walked in with a swagger, his mischievous grin never faded. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, my body tingling with anticipation.
I followed into the slightly open door, stepping inside and immediately locking it behind us. The room was small, dimly lit, and smelled faintly of antiseptic. My new friend closed the gap between us, pressing his body against hers, his lips inches from her ear. Telling me how hard his cock grew from watching me play with myself on the train just now. And how much he wanted me-knowing that I was down for public sex.

As he touched my body and stood close to me my pulse quickened, and my nipples hardened beneath my shirt. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh, as I bit my lower lip, trying to maintain a sense of control he interrupted. He asked if I wanted help with finishing to which I could only respond with a smile.

This public sex was going as planned

His hand slipped under my shirt to cup my breast. His fingers expertly found my hardened nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. I gasped, arching her back. I leaned into his touch. His grin widened, and he wasted no time in lifting my shirt over my head, revealing the black lace bra I wore. Letting out a soft moan as he went for my bottoms was the only sound I could make. Down went my bottoms and soaked panties with them.

He placed a hand on my hip, guiding me to sit on the edge of the sink counter. I obeyed, spreading my legs slightly while watching him kneel before me. When he finally reached my dripping core, she let out a shuddering breath, her hips involuntarily bucking toward his touch.

Make me squirt on your face from public sex

“Harder,” I whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, I need more.” That he complied, increasing the pressure of his fingers against her clit. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice firm. My eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. His expression was primal and commanding, an intensity that thrilled me to my core.

“I… I need to come,” I panted, with a shaky voice of pleasure. “Please, let me come.” “Beg for it,” he demanded, his fingers delving deeper into her folds. “Tell me how bad you want public sex and me.” My cheeks flushed from how much his dominant nature turned me on.

“I want it,” I begged, her voice hoarse. “Please, let me come. I need to… I need to…”

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