Stop, it said, just stop! Her mind was racing. “Oh yes!” She moaned out before she could catch herself. Her mind started to race as it recovered from what he had done to her—how he’d made her his molested bitch. And came. More than had gotten off at the stop. She ached. Push him away! He was squeezing her rounded bottom. Tall, dark hair . Her cunt disagreed. She’d never cum that hard before. Her knees trembled. Then, no! Her pulse quickened. “And don’t fucking look up at me.”
Her post-cum legs were jelly and his words sent a shiver through her compliant body. Good whores get to cum.” His warm breath was exquisite. She didn’t even know if he could hear her over the rattling and rumbling of the train tracks. How many stops had it been since the last? But there was no denying what was happening here. “No, please,” she said again. She gasped. A voice in her mind was shouting at her.
