Summer's Subway Surprise

Lina is a petite girl. In the summer she went out for a walk, she was wearing a short skirt, no panties and a top that hugged her small tits. She was in a playful mood. She went into the subway, into a carriage full of people and stood next to a handsome guy. After a while she felt someone's hand on her buttock

The subway car was packed, bodies pressed tight with the summer heat. Lina liked it that way—the way strangers’ arms brushed against her bare thighs, the way her short skirt rode up just enough to tease. No panties today. Just her thin cotton top hugging her small tits, nipples hard under the fabric, begging for attention. She spotted him the second she stepped into the car—tall, broad-shouldered, with a smirk that said he knew exactly what she was about. Lina swayed closer, pretending to lose her balance as the train lurched forward, letting her ass graze his thigh. His hands caught her hips. She didn’t flinch. Then she felt it—a rough palm sliding up the back of her skirt, fingers digging into her bare cheek. No hesitation, no asking. Just greedy possession. Lina bit her lip, arching slightly into his touch as his thumb found the wetness between her legs. "Fuck," he muttered against her ear, voice low and rough. The train rattled on, oblivious. Nobody could see. Nobody cared. His fingers circled her clit, slow and deliberate, and she let out a soft, shuddering breath. "Keep going," she whispered.

He ran his fingers over her clit until the lube started dripping out of her pussy, then he inserted his fingers into her

His fingers worked her clit with slow, cruel precision, the pad of his thumb circling just hard enough to make her thighs tremble. A slick heat pooled between her legs, and she could feel it—her own wetness coating his fingers as he dragged them down, teasing her entrance. "Look at you," he growled, lips grazing the shell of her ear. "So fucking eager." Then his index finger pressed inside, slow but unyielding, the stretch making her gasp. He didn’t stop there—another finger joined, curling deep, fucking into her with shallow thrusts. The train jostled them, forcing her back against his chest, his cock hard against her ass. His free hand twisted in her hair, tilting her head back as his fingers sped up, relentless. "Quiet," he warned as her breath hitched. "Or everyone’s gonna hear how bad you want it." Lina clenched around him, hips rocking into the rhythm of his hand. She could hear the wet sounds between her legs, feel the mess he was making of her, and fuck—she didn’t care who heard.

He fingered her until he realized she was at her limit, then he pulled them out of her and began to rub her clit quickly until she had an orgasm.

Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as his fingers drove deeper, curling just right—hitting that spot that made her vision blur. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, but a whimper escaped anyway. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging just enough to send a jolt down her spine. Then, just as she teetered on the edge, he withdrew his fingers—slow, deliberate—leaving her clenching around nothing. Before she could protest, his thumb found her clit again, rubbing fast, relentless circles. The sudden shift had her arching against him, her hips jerking uncontrollably. "Come," he ordered, voice rough against her ear. Heat exploded between her legs, her entire body tensing as pleasure ripped through her. She muffled a cry against his arm, thighs trembling as the orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave, until she was limp against him, panting. His fingers lingered, stroking lightly through the aftershocks. "Good girl."

The second she caught her breath, his cock was pressing against her entrance—no warning, no hesitation. The blunt head pushed in with a slick, easy slide, her body still loose from her climax. Lina gasped, her back arching as he filled her in one deep, relentless thrust. "Fuck," he muttered against her neck, hips flush against her ass, forcing her to take every inch. The stretch was electric, the way he stretched her. The train rocked, making him grind deeper, and her nails dug into his thigh as she adjusted. His grip on her hip was iron-tight, holding her steady as he started to move—short, brutal strokes that left no room for hesitation. "Tight little thing," he growled, biting her shoulder—not hard enough to mark, just enough to make her whimper. His rhythm was punishing, each snap of his hips driving the air from her lungs. She could hear the filthy, wet sounds of him fucking into her, feel the way her body clung to him greedily. He didn’t slow, didn’t give her a second to recover—just took, and took, and took.

He wanted to cum inside her, but he knew that Lina was without panties and all the sperm would spill out on the floor. He pulled out Yalen and entered her ass to cum there.

He slowed just enough to drag the thick length of his cock out of her, glistening and tight from her clenching around him. Before she could protest the loss, the blunt head pressed against her ass—no prep, just the slick mess of her own arousal easing the way. Lina hissed at the stretch, her fingers clawing at the sheets as he pushed in, relentless. The burn was sharp, intoxicating, his cock splitting her open with a single deep thrust. "Better," he growled, hands locking onto her hips as he fucked into her with rough, measured strokes. The rhythm was tighter here—hotter, more demanding. Every snap of his hips dragged a ragged sound from her throat, every withdrawal leaving her aching. When his rhythm faltered, hips stuttering against her, she knew he was close. His fingers dug into her skin, his breath ragged against her back as he buried himself to the hilt. The first pulse of his release was a thick, molten flood inside her, each spurt pushing deeper as he groaned against her shoulder. She felt every twitch, every drop, until he finally stilled.