Maine pani diyaTab unki najar meri najar se takarai mai bhul chuki thi ki maine underwear nahi pahne.Unki najr pani pite pite meri chuchiya par gayiUs...a bra nahi pahnese aakar bada dikhai deta tha, maine apne ko sambhala lakin bate karate karate unhone kaha sach kahu lali tri chuchiya bahut badi ha aur unhone muje haath se pakad kar apni or khincha agale hi pal me muje apni bahome bhar diya mai chilla uthi aur kahane lagi muje chhod doLakin vo nahi mane or kas ke muje chumne lageNa nakun karti. I look around nervously, trying to avoid her gaze, and notice something. Everyone else on the train is slowly moving to another person. Biting their lips, squirming in their seats, getting red and flustered. Like somehow everyone on the train is getting horny. That couldn’t be possible, right? I didn’t know, but I definitely felt my pants tighten. Elly is inching closer and closer to me. She reaches over and puts her hand directly on my cock. It’s completely hard now. “Wow, I wondered how big. I’m sorry!”Finally satisfied with her slave’s level of submission, Madame X pulled the table in front of the beaten girl, then gave slack to the neck rope and returned the girl’s hands behind her back. She pulled off her own jeans and panties, hopped on the table, and spread open her legs. “Alright then, sweetie, go for it.” The captive wasn’t quite sure what she was doing, but the aroma of her mistress’ wet pussy made her dive right in, desperate to just taste something after being starved for. Cynthia lies with her head against the edge of the box. She eventually turns around, sitting up and slips her arms around Robert’s neck, kissing him deeply. His hands roam over her, pulling at her dress. She helps him pull it off, stripping herself naked before him“Fuck ... you’re so beautiful,” Robert says, staring down at her as she sits there, pale skin glowing in the low morning light.Cynthia blushes prettily, cupping her smallish breasts and smiling shyly up at the man as his cock waves.