She had a clear view of Kitka’s wet, shaved, lustful pussy, and Eric’s cock buried deep inside it. Eric lived up to his end of the bargain. That was all it took for Eric. Longer for mine.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. Being stuck there, feeling him inside her – feeling him *twitch* from time to time, flexing against her G-spot – was more maddeningly arousing than actually being fucked, it seemed. Kitka knew she could say no. “Well,” she said, “I don’t imagine we can do an expensive dinner like that every night. “On my lap,” he said. And then he started using them as handholds, to bounce her up and down on his dick. She tried to do it herself, but he gripped her waist, holding her in place. The train pulled up, the doors opened, and a few passengers got on. He had cum, ejaculating inside her. “Are you okay?”
Kitka nodded, blushing, and Collar said, “She told him he could.
