I Love Trains

Publicly, she was an innocent, upper class 19-year old with a surprising capacity for violence. A capacity which she had levied, more than a few times, against fellow train passengers when they had dared to be overly familiar with her in front of other commuters.

After all, such "familiarity" matters were for the late night trains, when the other commuters were safely at home, families already asleep and recharging for another day. The trains at this hour consisted almost exclusively of old, tired office workers who, having worked overtime deep into the night, harbored more than a little frustration in their minds and bodies. The crowd almost always changed to some degree, though many found her again and again, with a particularly stubborn core who, somehow, always found her no matter which train she decided to visit that night.

"College is going okay, yes?"

He wasn't expecting an answer. Leifang's lips slid gently, lovingly, down his girth, the old man letting out a low moan in response - the slow, deliberate mannerism standing in great contrast to the frantic thrusting of the man behind her, his pelvis hitting her broad ass over and over as he frantically hilted himself inside like he was afraid he'd wake up from a dream. The greatest peculiarity in the group however remained the man who she was nursing with her mouth - his antics during the day where he'd "accidentally" grope her chest, only to receive a sound beating in turn, seemed to be part of some kind of elaborate fetish of his. Letting her tongue roll down his length, she set to nursing his swollen nuts - the same she'd barely held back at when punching earlier that day - musing how he'd show up every night with fire in his eyes, more than ready to go raw inside of her.

"Slut!"

The bark almost made her roll her eyes, but it was a classic, telltale sign of the one behind her closing in on finishing. Raising her gaze, she noted the open shutters of a phone camera - the man filming her from behind his back, pretending he wasn't interested, as they always did at first. The suited fellow in her other hand had gone through the same motions of filming, masturbating while watching (using her underwear, to boot), and then finally creeping up close enough for her deft fingers to take care of him. From the way he was eyeing the way her buttocks jiggled, she surmised he'd surrender to the next step, imminently.

Offering the camera a wink and a smile, lips stretched around the fetishist's pole, she briefly lost her composure when jets of seed began to hit her insides.

The night was still young, just like her.

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Wednesday wallpaper! I wasn't actually aware that the old "train" man that I'd utilized in my work previously came from DoA, so when I looked it up and, indeed, saw him in a compromising situation during one of the game's endings, I felt I had to set something up :)

The ending in question:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H73qFYp0jI8

As always, thank you so much for your continued support, and for all of your kind words! The fever is subsiding for now, which hopefully means there won't be any worsening of my condition, but fingers crossed, thumbs held etc, regardless! Hope you're faring good out there in this crazy world :)

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH