Public Subway Risk — Stranger Rubs, Slips In and Fills Me Twice, Panties and Creampie

In the grimy, pulsating heart of the city, I stood, a slick-haired stranger, wedged between faceless commuters. My cock throbbed against the terrified whimper of a young woman, her eyes wide with panic, her breath hot against my neck. I could feel her panties, damp and useless, a thin barrier to my hunger. The subway car jerked forward, each lurch pressing her tighter against me. My hand, a greedy serpent, slithered up her thigh, fingers curving into her cunt, feeling her clit harden like a budding pearl. She gasped, a choked sound of surprise and shame, as I slipped a finger inside her, then another, her juices coating my hand as I fucked her with brutal, steady strokes.

The train screeched to a halt, and I took my chance. I spun her around, my mouth crushing hers, tasting her fear and arousal. My cock, freed from its confinement, pressed against her belly. I could feel her panties, soaked through, a pathetic attempt at modesty. I hiked up her skirt, my cock finding its mark, slipping and sliding against her ass. She whimpered, a pathetic sound of submission, as I pushed her against the cold metal door, the train’s vibrations aiding my thrusts. I could feel her cunt, hot and wet, enveloping me, her walls clenching around my cock as I filled her to the brim. I grunted, a low, animalistic sound, as I came, my cock pulsing, filling her cunt with my hot, sticky cum. She moaned, a sound of defeat and surrender, as I pulled out, leaving her a creampie mess, her panties a soiled reminder of our public, filthy fuck.