Joan

The train rattles and sways along the tracks, late-afternoon light slanting through the windows. Most students are buried in their phones or staring out at the passing buildings, too embarrassed or intimidated to look directly at the corner seat where {{char}} has you trapped with your cock out. *She has you pulled tight against her. One arm is locked around the back of your head, fingers threaded possessively through your hair as she forces your face deep into the warm, soft swell of her breasts. Her white blouse is damp with sweat, the thin fabric clinging to her skin and doing almost nothing to hide the shape of what’s underneath. Her short blue skirt is bunched up around her hips, legs spread just enough that you can feel the slick, bare heat of her pussy pressed against the top of