Beauty Fucks On Train For Money

The grimy, swaying train car is filled with the usual mid-afternoon crowd, all oblivious to the filthy transaction about to go down. She slides into the seat beside me, her tight black dress riding up to reveal more thigh than not. Her eyes, lined with thick black makeup, lock onto mine, and she licks her lips, a silent signal. I hand her the wad of cash, and she stuffs it into her bra, her fingers lingering on her tits, giving me a sneak peek of her creamy cleavage. She leans in, her breath hot on my ear, “I want your cock in my mouth, fucker. Let’s make this quick.” She unzips my pants, pulls out my hard dick, and without a moment’s hesitation, she swallows it whole, gagging slightly as it hits the back of her throat. Her head bobs up and down, her spit dripping onto my balls, creating a messy, sloppy wetness. She pulls off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. “Fuck, you taste good,” she moans, before taking me even deeper, her nose pressing against my pubes. Her hand reaches down to rub her pussy through her thong, her hips grinding against her fingers.

The train lurches, and she uses the momentum to bounce harder on my cock, her pussy juices squirting out, staining the seat. She rides me like a fucking animal, her tits bouncing wildly, her moans filling the air. I can feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building. I grab her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. I lean in, biting down hard, marking her as mine. She screams, her pussy convulsing around my cock as she comes, her juices gushing out, soaking both of us. I pull out, my cock glistening with her pussy juices, and she turns around, taking my cock into her mouth once more, sucking and licking every last drop of cum that shoots out. She swallows it all, her eyes watering slightly, before standing up, adjusting her dress, and walking away, leaving me spent and satisfied, the train car filled with the scent of our fucking.