Rushed Encounter on the Night Train

Under the flickering fluorescent lights, the metro car was empty except for them. The train rattled through the night, carrying them deeper into the abandoned stations. Elena stared at him, Romania glinting in his eyes. He leaned back against the cold metal. One corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, his leg slowly rocked back and forth as if moving to the rhythm of a song only he could hear. Her skin heated under his gaze, her breath hitched as she remembered. She had been on the edge of a shattering orgasm when the doorbell rang. She had been calling out his name, begging him to go deeper, to go harder, to make her come like only he could. She had heard the chime of her doorbell, yet she still shoved her hands in his hair, pulling his mouth deeper between her thighs, telling him to keep going. She had been so close. A few more swipes of his tongue, and she would have come, her juices dripping down his chin, the evidence of her pleasure coating his face. Turning to the window, she looked at her reflection. Hair tousled from the night's activities, her T-shirt half-buttoned, showing her black lacy bra. Her legs crossed, and his hand was resting on her knee. She felt him move closer. Then his scent, woodsy and earthy, filled her, triggering the flashback of the moment she first met him. When his hand reached up to uncross her legs, rolling up her shirt to reveal even more of her skin, it had been all over. She had fought a battle to keep her legs pinned together, and longing to wrap around his neck. Elena shuddered at the memory of the battle. She hated him, but she could not resist him. He rubbed his hand from her knee to her inner thigh, more forcefully this time. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in. His hot breath on her neck, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck. As he leaned in closer, she felt his breath on her neck, his lips brushing against her skin. "Do you regret it?" he asked softly, his voice low and husky. She shook her head no and bit her bottom lip. He spread her legs open a little more, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She pressed her lips together, stifling a moan as his fingers dipped underneath the fabric, tracing her slick folds. "We're alone." He pressed his thumb against her clit, circling it. Elena tried to hide her reaction, but it was too late. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as he thrust a finger inside her, curving it to hit her G-spot. His breath grew ragged as he stared at her, his eyes filled with lust. "Tell me you don't want this," he demanded, his voice hoarse with desire. He rubbing his fingers along her sweet spot harder and harder, Elena moaned, trying to arch her hips forward to get more. "Fuck me," she begged. Instead, he pulled his fingers away, leaving her aching and empty. Her eyes snapped open to find him smirking at her, his fingers glistening with her juices. She wanted to scream in frustration, but she bit her tongue, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He licked his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving hers, and Elena shivered at the intensity of his gaze. He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her half-naked body, and he licked his lips, his tongue flicking out to tease her. "Now," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. "Suck my cock."

Atunci elena ia băgat mana la el în pantaloni și ia acos ditamai pula groasa și lungă și a băgat-o toată în gura

Elena's heart pounded in her chest as she shifted, turning to face him fully. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. She could feel his heat, his hardness, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She fumbled with his belt, her breath growing shallower with each passing second. She wanted him. He watched her, his eyes dark with lust, as she unzipped his pants, her fingers grazing his thighs. She could feel his breath hitch as she wrapped her hand around him, feeling his thick, throbbing length. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip, and she heard him let out a low groan. She could feel his anticipation, his need, and it spurred her on. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting his salty pre-cum. His hands found their way into her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided her. He hissed through his teeth as she took more of him in, her mouth stretching to accommodate his girth. She bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deeper, her tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft. Elena moaned around him, the vibrato sending waves of pleasure through him. His hips bucked slightly, pushing him deeper into her throat. She gagged softly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She took him all the way in, her nose brushing against his pubic bone, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. She held him there for a moment, her throat constricting around him before she pulled back, gasping for air. He looked down at her, his eyes wild with desire. "Fuck, that's good," he groaned, his hips moving in sync with her mouth. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, and she relaxed, taking him deeper, her saliva dripping down her chin, coating his shaft. His grip on her hair tightened, and he began to fuck her mouth in earnest, his hips moving faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Elena opened wider, taking him harder, slicking him with spit.

Elena aproape ca nu mai avea aer din cauza pulei lui lungi și groasa . Ela sa itat la ea și a impinso toata în gura ei de ia ajuns pula pana în stomac. Atunci ia sa oprit și ia spus ca vrea sa i-o bage în cur toată și sa se termine adanc în garul ei

Elena fought for air, her lungs burning as he pinned her head, forcing his thick cock deeper. His voice grew harsh, commanding, as he ordered, "You're going to take it all. Deep throat me, you little slut. I want to feel your throat constrict around me." She gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe, her face flushed and slick with tears and saliva. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place as he thrust deeper, his hips slamming against her face. "I said, deep throat me," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Take it all. You know you want to be my little fuck toy." Elena's body shuddered, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through her. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper, her lips stretching wide around his base. He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, obscene sound. "You're such a good little whore," he panted, his eyes locked onto hers. "Look at you, choking on my cock. It's so fucking hot." His words sent a jolt of lust through her, and she moaned around him, the vibration making him groan. She could feel his cock swelling, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was close. He pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with her saliva. Elena gasped for air, her chest heaving. "How badly do you want it?" he demanded, his voice hoarse. "How badly do you want me to fuck your tight little ass?" Elena's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She knew what he wanted, what he needed. She turned around, her heart pounding, and braced herself against the cold metal of the train car. She looked back at him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and desire. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered, her voice husky. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

He stepped closer, his cock throbbing in his hand as he lined it up with her ass. He spat on his fingers, using the saliva to lubricate her tight hole. He pressed the tip against her, feeling her tense. "Relax," he commanded, his voice firm. "You know you love this. You love being my little ass slut." She took a deep breath, trying to relax as he pushed forward, his cock head popping past the tight ring of muscle. He groaned, feeling her heat envelop him, her ass clenching around his shaft. He slid in deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. Elena whimpered, the sensation of fullness, of being stretched, sending waves of pleasure and pain through her. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he began to move, his hips slapping against her ass. "You feel so fucking tight," he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. "Your ass is like a vice around my cock." Elena moaned, her fingers gripping the metal of the train car as he pounded into her. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her, her body shaking with the force of his movements. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Oh fuck," she gasped, her body tensing. "I'm going to-" "I know you are," he growled, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me, you little whore. Come while I fuck your ass." Her body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, her muscles clenching around him. He groaned, feeling her ass milking his cock, her body shuddering with her release. He slammed into her a few more times, his own orgasm building. He pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with a mix of her juices and his saliva. He turned her around, pushing her to her knees. He fisted his cock, stroking it quickly as he looked down at her. "Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice harsh. "I want to see you swallow every drop." She opened her mouth, her tongue sticking out, ready to receive him. He groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot cum spilling onto her tongue. He stroked himself, milking every last drop onto her, coating her tongue, her lips, her chin. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, a mixture of lust and submission in her gaze. He stepped back, his chest heaving as he looked down at her. "Clean it off," he ordered, his voice softening slightly. "I want to see you lick it all off." She leaned forward, her tongue sweeping up his shaft, licking off the remaining cum. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming, her lips curved in a satisfied smile.

He stared down at her, his cock twitching at her request. A dark, twisted smile played on his lips. "You want to eat my shit, you fucking filth?" he growled, grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her to look up at him. "You want to be my little shit-slut?" She nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and eager submission. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want it. I want to be your shit-slut." He released her hair, his hand moving to his own ass. He spread his cheeks, revealing his tight, puckered hole. He spat on his finger, rubbing it against his entrance, coaxing it to relax. He groaned, his finger pushing in, his muscles clenching around it. He added another finger, scissoring them, stretching himself open. Elena watched, her breath hitching, her body trembling with anticipation. She could see his fingers, slick and glistening, disappearing into his ass. She could hear the wet, obscene sounds of his fingers fucking himself. She could smell the musk of his body, the tang of his sweat. He pulled his fingers out, turning to face her. He stood over her, his legs spread, his ass on display. "Lick it," he commanded, his voice harsh. "Clean my ass with your tongue." She leaned in, her tongue tentatively reaching out, licking at his puckered hole. He groaned, his hips jerking forward, his ass pressing against her face. She licked again, her tongue flat and wide, cleaning him, tasting him. She could feel his muscles clenching, could taste the slight tang of his ass, the salt of his sweat. She licked deeper, her tongue pushing into him, cleaning him out. He groaned, his body shaking, his cock hardening again. "Fuck, yes," he panted, his hands gripping her hair, holding her in place. "That's it, you little shit-slut. Clean me out. Get me ready for you." She moaned, her tongue working faster, her body trembling with lust and humiliation. She could feel his ass relaxing, could feel him pushing out, could taste the slight bite of his shit. She licked it up, her tongue swallowing it, her body shivering with a mix of disgust and arousal. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming, her lips curved in a satisfied, filthy smile.