I immediately pressed her, cornering her into the corner of the train car.
She pretended to resist but subtly let herself be led there, as if she'd been secretly anticipating it all along.
Finally, when she was completely pinned in the corner, I didn't hesitate and got straight to work.
I reached out, wrapped my arm around her waist, and gently pushed her against the wall.
Pressing in from behind, I glued my body to hers.
My already raging hard-on dug into her firm, plump ass, and she let out a short moan as she started to resist.
"Hngh. What are you doing? I'm calling the cops."
Her signature languid voice spread like a seductive breath, tempting me.
But even as she said that, she twisted her hips provocatively against my cock, which made it clear this wasn't a warning—it was an invitation.
I roughly shoved Choi A-ran harder.
Pressing just enough not to hurt, I matched her rhythm perfectly.
"Go ahead, call them. It's your fault for being such a horny slut."
Your fault for being horny.
One of SDFM-014's famous lines.
And surprisingly, she fired back with the actress's exact response.
"You trash bastard. A creep like you touching me would just make me feel dirty."
It went beyond provocation—pure eroticism dripped from her words.
She had a real talent for driving men insane.
I undid the top two buttons of her blouse, flashing a lewd grin.
"Yeah? Then try holding out. You'll know soon enough if it feels good or not."
She bit her lip, trying to block my hands.
But like always, her resistance felt half-hearted, lacking any real force.
Soon her snowy-white blouse parted halfway, revealing the violent symbol hidden inside.
Obscene ebony lace lingerie.
Nestled between, a dizzying valley of cleavage that was breathtaking on its own.
And the porcelain skin contrasting the dark fabric? So mesmerizing it practically begged to be licked—like it would taste like milk.
"Fuck. These are tits. I love 'em."
I couldn't resist the temptation and buried my face right in.
She looked utterly baffled by my sudden love confession and shoved my head away in disgust.
"Ugh! What the hell? You in heat or something? Get off!"
The more she squirmed, the more her breasts jiggled against my face, delivering delicious friction.
I hugged her waist tight and rubbed my face all over, spoiling myself silly.
That soft, moist skin clung so stickily—the texture alone nearly pushed me over the edge.
"Hah! Are you actually insane? Let go, I said!"
Once she was completely overpowered, her resistance faded from some turning point.
She'd clearly realized strength alone wouldn't shake me off and given up.
That's when I lifted my head to gauge her expression.
Despite the rough tussle, she still looked fine.
Not even winded, yet letting me at her tits? That had to be a green light to push further.
"Yeah. My dream was always to slobber all over these ripe melons."
After a beat of silence, she recoiled in shock at my words.
"No way... you mean with your mouth? Are you nuts?"
Choi A-ran glared at me fiercely, eyes bulging.
But with no confidence to stop me, she pivoted to bargaining.
"F-Fine. You can touch. But no mouth. Absolutely not."
What a grating attitude.
She's the one getting it—who's she to "allow" anything?
Sure, even that turned me on, but it pissed me off too.
Besides, I knew the truth.
Keep pressing, and she'd cave eventually, pretending it was against her will.
She'd get hooked on the teasing bit by bit until she craved it herself.
Classic SDFM series progression.
Time to ramp it up a notch and get rough.
For her to really sink into the scene, a harsher vibe might do the trick.
"What? 'Let you'? You kidding? If I want it, I take it. If you're mad, call the cops."
I snatched her handbag with her phone inside and chucked it onto a nearby seat.
The sudden aggressive shift worked like a charm—she let go of her blouse, playing the overwhelmed victim.
As that pale flesh peeked out again, my anger melted away, replaced by raw male dominance.
"There we go. That's better."
I pinned her to the wall, yanked both her arms up overhead, and gripped them with one hand.
Then, with my free hand, I slowly traced around her breasts.
Brushing her skin ever so lightly with the back of my hand.
She shivered at the eerie sensation, letting out a soft moan.
Like playing a cello, I glided slowly between her collarbone and upper cleavage, teasing with feather-light touches.
The original scene built it up like this to drive her wild.
I'd torment her just as relentlessly.
Unlike expectations, with no direct fondling right away, she grew restless—twisting her hips, looking uncomfortable.
But arms pinned? It just came off as pure coquetry.
"What? Disappointed now that I'm not sucking?"
My jab hit home—her face flushed crimson, like it might explode.
No denial, just dodging my gaze.
But her twitching, slutty tits spoke volumes.
"Don't worry. I'll suck till the milk flows."
"...Do what you want."
She shot back primly, embarrassed.
That haughty look would soon melt into obscene pleasure.
Would she beg shyly for her pussy to be eaten, just like in the original?
The anticipation had me grinning already.
After circling her tits leisurely for proper warmup, I finally zeroed in on the peaks straining through her bra.
Even from the color alone, I could picture those nipples perfectly.
Soft peach pink, most likely.
I traced the bra cup edge with my fingertip, ramping up her tension.
Imagining her precious bits on display, she squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.
But she couldn't hide her slutty core—her lips quivered tellingly.
Bet she was drowning in taboo thrill.
To amp that illicit rush, I peeled back agonizingly slow.
Peeking under the cup.
Grazing upper tit with my nail.
Teasing mercilessly around the main event.
Like a switch flipped, she bucked her shoulders, lost in frustrated ecstasy.
Face hidden, but lips parted in longing, cheeks rosy.
Her hips writhing like she was urging me on.
Full bitch-in-heat signals.
Her reactions were bliss enough, but time for her pent-up payoff.
I unhooked the bra and lifted the cups off her tits.
A burst of compressed body scent flooded out.
Mind-melting female pheromones, sweet as overripe fruit.
Savoring that, I admired her stiff little peaks.
Just as perfect as I'd guessed.
Like a pristine peach from paradise—clear, pale pink, pert and pretty.
Innocent yet filthy.
Luscious femininity screaming to be ravaged.
Sadistic urges bubbled up to soil it.
Feeling my scorching stare, she whined.
"...Quit staring like a creep. Perverted fuck."
She glared in contempt.
But damn, I wanted to applaud her for real.
Molester or not, these were my dream tits.
Yeah. Never seen beauties like this, even in vids.
Fantasy elf rack material.
Zero flaws.
—Gulp
I swallowed hard without thinking.
Time to taste 'em.
She looked expectant too—nipples perked cutely.
I barely reined in the urge to devour them on the spot.
Rushing now would waste all the buildup.
Stick to the script.
Isolate the nips, tease around, drag out her desperation.
I'd primed her plenty, but she'd signal soon.
The "do anything" bitch cue.
'Phew. Stay cool. Patience pays.'
I let go of her hands to focus fully on her rack.
No phone? No real fight left in her.
Hands free, she shoved at my shoulders right away.
Pure tantrum, though.
Proof she craved this torment.
I fixed my eyes back on those peaks poking through her blouse.
Shape flawless—heavy yet perky, like erotic teardrops.
I caressed from the outer curves, slow and deliberate.
Not my first pair, but this texture? On another level.
Soft-packed-firm, squishy-bouncy heaven.
Malleable in a squeeze, hefty to heft.
Skin like glossy fine china.
"Fuck, I'm screwed. Face this pretty, tits even prettier? Gonna lose it."
My crude praise hit her kink—she exhaled a sticky breath.
Dirty talk was her jam.
Couldn't ignore that.
I circled her tits gently, whispering hot in her ear.
One leg prying her thighs, pressing her mound subtly.
"Be real... you're drenched right now. Think I don't know you want this perv pussy sucked?"
"Hah... N-not... Hngh..."
"Bullshit. Wanna strip and check?"
"Haa... N-no... Don't..."
"Said it'd feel dirty. But nips hard like a sow in rut. Waiting for my mouth, huh? Want doggy licks?"
"Hnnngh... Hah... Haah..."
Dirty words plus tit play had climax crashing in—breaths coming fast.
Nips maxed out, rigid as hell.
Time to free Choi A-ran's tits from agony.
Gaze down, tongue out.
Started at underboob swell.
Licked smooth sideboob curve.
Circled meticulously toward the peaks.
Saliva spreading, she convulsed like she might pass out.
Now clutching my head—no fake resistance.
I read her vibes, honing the peak timing.
Relentless tongue skirted her nips, stacking anticipation endlessly.
Finally, begging leaked from her lips.
Gripping my hair, mumbling wrecked.
"Hah... P-ple... Hng... P-ple...ase... Ah..."
Lewd turned lovable expression.
Her desperate plea? Granted.
After all that restraint, one blast of pleasure would wreck her.
"Hahp."
I chomped her pale-pink areola in one big mouthful.
Expecting payoff, her eyes drowned in thick anticipation.
Tongue swirling saliva deep, then I went feral on her ultra-sensitive nip.
Hot breath blasts, sticky spit friction.
Rhythmic sucks assaulting the areola.
"Haaaaah! W-what now! Hng! Hah! Wait! Just— Hah!"
Blissful screams poured from her lips nonstop.
Half-slumped against the wall now, chasing pure climax.
I swapped nips fair and square, lavishing both blobs.
Every tongue flick, her whole body quaked.
Her head-grip screamed obsession.
Tongue bliss delivered, switched to lip-sucks for fresh kicks.
Swirled laps, slurped full areolas.
Soaked in spit—even grazes had her dying.
Choi A-ran, reason gone, just dumb-moaning like an idiot.
This much? Line crossed easy.
Mid-tit-suck, straight to her face.
Beauty-marked, slutty lips.
Slammed my wet mouth on hers—she froze a sec, confused.
Then boom, arms snaked my neck smooth as silk.
Climax reward? Zero fight, full tongue submission.
Flicked a hot nip slyly—she jolted, sucking my tongue fierce.
"Slurrrp... Mmmph... Hng... Chup..."
Women give pussy to randos before kisses.
Kisses hit different for 'em.
This sloppy, intense makeout?
Even couples rarely hit this heat.
She was fully unglued now.
Kiss raging, her hand dropped to grope my crotch.
Treasure-hunt greedy and coy.
I broke lip-lock to tease.
"Thought I was the horny one?"
She smashed lips back—shut up and kiss vibes.
Trance-locked, self-control nuked.
I hiked her H-line skirt.
Nude stockings? Soaked slut mess inside.
"Look at that. Total whore cunt. Knew you were a perv pussy."
Sweet filth whispered, she gazed dreamy, all in.
"You... love perv pussies too, right? That's why you pounced."
Grin split wide.
Yeah. She's mine now.
Hand dove into her sopping panties.
"Spot on. Fucking adore 'em. Pervert cunts like yours? Cutest shit."
—Squelch
Fingertip plunged her slit.
Into the dripping, fever-hot whore hole.