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Sofia Bellhouse
Late for a Lick (stranger public train sex)
Late for a Lick (stranger public train sex)
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Ash’s boyfriend, Shawn, hasn’t been the best to her lately, but she’s willing to give him another chance. She plans on taking a train over to meet him, but misses the last one out. Defeated, Ash drifts off and dreams about Shaun caressing her in ways that leave her panting in need.
However, she realizes that it isn't just a dream when she awakens to hot hands gliding along the insides of her thighs, shamelessly savoring her body and making her reconsider seeing her boyfriend at all.
Warning: this 4,000+ word story is for adults only. It contains scenes of public indecency, cunnilingus, and rough public sex from a mysterious, nameless stranger! For adults only!
Excerpt:
His hips had been cut just as straight as his shoulders, the bone veering down into those two lines just below the navel, coming to a point between his legs.
And what had been there...
Ash drifted off, her feet having found their way onto the bench. She'd left her bags where they were, forgotten. Her fingers were trailing over Shawn's chest, the tips running over his nipples that had been a hint crooked to her, a hint too small. But god, when his hands dropped and caressed her thighs, they were hot. Scalding, just the way she liked, a way his hadn't been very often. Shawn had always had cold fingers, the last thing she wanted near her fragile lips. No, she wanted it hot, until she was burning up. It'd been the way he'd touched her with cold fingers and she thought of Diana, who'd probably moaned and squirmed like a whore...
She woke, going stock-still. There were hands on her thighs doing things. Her mind froze at the same time it was going a mile a minute. Should she push him off? Get the mace -- where was her purse? Dammit, had it fallen off the bench? But. Oh. God.
However, she realizes that it isn't just a dream when she awakens to hot hands gliding along the insides of her thighs, shamelessly savoring her body and making her reconsider seeing her boyfriend at all.
Warning: this 4,000+ word story is for adults only. It contains scenes of public indecency, cunnilingus, and rough public sex from a mysterious, nameless stranger! For adults only!
Excerpt:
His hips had been cut just as straight as his shoulders, the bone veering down into those two lines just below the navel, coming to a point between his legs.
And what had been there...
Ash drifted off, her feet having found their way onto the bench. She'd left her bags where they were, forgotten. Her fingers were trailing over Shawn's chest, the tips running over his nipples that had been a hint crooked to her, a hint too small. But god, when his hands dropped and caressed her thighs, they were hot. Scalding, just the way she liked, a way his hadn't been very often. Shawn had always had cold fingers, the last thing she wanted near her fragile lips. No, she wanted it hot, until she was burning up. It'd been the way he'd touched her with cold fingers and she thought of Diana, who'd probably moaned and squirmed like a whore...
She woke, going stock-still. There were hands on her thighs doing things. Her mind froze at the same time it was going a mile a minute. Should she push him off? Get the mace -- where was her purse? Dammit, had it fallen off the bench? But. Oh. God.
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