Damn, the look of her—big tits spilling, tiny waist cinched, flaring out into those wide hips and that tight ass in the panty, cheeks peeking out the sides. Pure filth.
She reached down—hand wrapping my cock, stroking slow and firm, wanting me fully in, ready to stretch her holes wider than ever.
She kept staring at it—how big it was, veins pulsing, head leaking precum. Her mouth watered, lips parting.
I turned her around sudden—slapped her tight ass hard, like an animal claiming territory. The crack echoed sharp—if not for the train noise, the whole compartment would've heard. I wasn't gentle now—her sinful body woke something feral in me, lost all sense.
She cried out—"Aahh… Alex… yes…"—arching deeper, pushing back for more.
I slapped again—harder—watching the red bloom, cheeks jiggling perfect.
She leaked more through the panty—wetness trailing down her thighs.
