I cum riding a train with a stranger
This is a story of fiction. It was a summer rush hour in LA. I need to take the train to meet a friend early in the evening for a party in a club. I’m all dressed up in a tight fitting top that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I’m not wearing a bra either. My silk skirt is short and flirty. A small breeze will lift it up to show my white thong that is clinging to a shaven pussy. As I was standing and waiting for the train, I can tell that I’m getting some attention when my skirt lift up with the breeze. I can only hold the front of my skirt as my other hand was holding a big paper bag with a present to my friend. Everyone was feasting …