Risky Public Squirt on Train goes fucking wild [Extreme]

The metal beast of the train rattles along the tracks, but the only rhythm I care about is the pounding of a cock deep inside me. Her hand grips the seat, knuckles white, as she rides me hard, her legs spread wide in this cramped compartment. The train’s sway adds to the chaos, her tits bouncing wildly, nipples hard as she grinds down, the wet squelch of her pussy echoing off the cold walls. She leans in, her breath hot on my ear, “Fuck me harder,” she demands, her voice a ragged whisper. I oblige, my hips thrusting up to meet her, the slap of our flesh raw and obscene. The risk of getting caught adds a desperate edge to her movements, her body shuddering as she chases her release. Her fingers dig into my chest, leaving marks, her head thrown back in abandon. The train lurches, and she lets out a wild cry, her body convulsing as she squirts, the warm gush soaking my cock and the seat beneath us. The train keeps moving, oblivious to the filthy scene unfolding in its belly, the scent of sex and sweat heavy in the air.

Her orgasm triggers mine, my cock pulsing as I fill her with my cum. She collapses onto me, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The train slows, the station approaching, but neither of us moves. We’re stuck in this dirty, reckless moment, our bodies entwined, the evidence of our lust glistening on our skin. Her hand reaches down, her fingers playing with my cum leaking out of her pussy, a filthy smile on her face. “Looks like we made a mess,” she purrs, her voice laced with satisfaction. The train comes to a halt, the doors sliding open with a hiss, but we’re lost in our own world, the public squirt scene a wild, unapologetic memory etched into our minds.