walks without panties at the train station [Flashing]

The sun beats down on the rusted tracks, a freight train rumbling in the distance as she strides confidently along the platform, her bare ass cheeks clenching with each step. No panties, just a thin denim skirt flirting with her thighs, the hemline teasing the curve of her cunt. A few stray men linger, eyes glued to her pussy, tongues wagging like dogs in heat. She loves the attention, the way their cocks twitch in their pants, straining against the fabric, desperate for a glimpse of her wet slit. She hikes up her skirt, flashing her cunt to the train conductor, his eyes widen as he takes in her glistening pussy lips, the pink flesh begging to be fucked. She leans in, whispers filth in his ear, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard, his hand reflexively adjusting his bulge.

Her fingers trace the metal railing of the stairs, the coolness a stark contrast to the heat between her legs. She descends slowly, her skirt riding up higher, exposing more of her ass. A man on the lower platform can’t resist, his hand reaches out, grabbing a handful of her firm cheek. She moans, pushing back into his touch, feeling his fingers dip into her ass crack. He growls, standing up, his cock hard and ready. She turns, her back against the railing, and pulls him close, his erection grinding against her clothed pussy. His mouth crashes down on hers, their tongues battling as his hands roam her body, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples through her shirt. She reaches down, unzips his pants, and wraps her hand around his thick shaft, stroking him as he grinds against her palm. The train’s whistle blows, a harsh, grating sound, but neither of them cares, lost in the moment, lost in the filthy, raw fucking that’s about to happen.