Feeling like I too may become part of the paint. But loving every fucking second of it. My pussy getting so damn wet when he snatched me by my hair an... pressed my ass to the front of his jeans. He was the only man I would let touch me that way. And I thought I might be crazy, that a part of me wanted to feel so weak beneath him. That I wanted nothing more than to submit to him. He talked to me so gentle, yet he wanted nothing more than to hear me whimper and gasp every time his hands wrapped. You become a little weak in the knees probably half expecting it and maybe a little surprised.off in the distance we hear some hikers going down the trail we're to far away for them to notice us and we're mostly concealed in the cave I pick up the pace I kind of want you to moan out with delight and maybe someone hears it, maybe they don't but the thought really has me turned on.I go faster and faster as you become wetter and wetter. I hear you let out a soft moan as you cum a little down my. The warm train hummed with the busy commuters, I had done the journey so many times I knew where the usual people would sit and who they would be sat with. The heat and the motion of the train was a heady mix. In my mind I proceeded to undress every woman in the carriage. Mature ladies in blouses and suits, young students in t-shirts and skate shoes. I loved the contrast of ages and styles. The difference in wealth and aspirations, but most importantly the different body shapes.I lusted after. It is sweet. I can’t stop it. She pulled me back but I couldn’t stop it. She pulled my thighs towards her and put my rod inside her mouth and now both thighs are in between her heads. She requested me to enter into her cunt, then I came into opposite position and put her boobs into my mouth. I sipped her nipples into my mouth. She screamed with excitement. I kissed again from her boobs to navel. She now took my rod into her hand and kept inside her palm moves it upward and downward. I embraced.