My mouth then proceeds to work up his large cock again, slowly down the shaft. I can’t get all of him inside my mouth, and that fact alone excites ...e hugely as I drool down his large shaft.After about two minutes of slow sucking, I start to increase the pace. I'm gobbling him now, my mouth making sloppy sucking sounds as work all the way down him, the rubbery texture of the foreskin making the sweetest sound. I reach up and start to massage his balls, that a good bitch play with the balls. Now that my anger is dissipated, I really do feel nauseous. What just happened? I’ve never been so angry with him before, or him with me I’m sure. And though in the moment I wanted him badly, I feel guiltily uneasy now. My palm is still stinging from where I slapped him. I need to leave. Without another word I stand up, my legs the consistency of jelly, and find my pants. Our eyes are locked as I pull up my black panties and jeans. He looks like he wants to say something, but says nothing. I. You can't help but let out a yawn as you push yourself off your seat, and a moment later, you hope to the ancient gods that you haven't embarrassed yourself. None of them answer your wish, but quite fortunately, the train car is utterly devoid of anybody but you and the stoic-looking young man sitting down the car, and he hasn't taken a single glance in your direction. It honestly feels somewhat creepy, like the start of a horror simulation you dove into once, but it makes sense at least. Not. Slowly, my hands glide along your upper chest and begin to lightly knead your breasts and then pinch your nipples through the soft fabric of your dress.As the kettle comes to a boil, you move your head away, smile and tell me to go make the tea. I tuck my cock back inside my shorts and zip them up. Then I kiss your warm moist mouth and go to make our tea. You get up and come up behind me, wrap your arms around me and run your hands up under my shirt and rub my chest as I pour the tea. You move.