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The doors of the packed train car slid open, and a busty blonde in a tight red dress stepped aboard. Heads turned as she sashayed down the aisle, her ample curves swaying hypnotically with each step. Seats were scooted and bags shuffled to make room for the attention-getting bombshell.
Near the back of the train, a young buck with a hungry gaze devoured her with his eyes. He was dressed dapperly in a tailored suit, shaving cream still clinging to his chiseled jaw. The hottie made eye contact… and strutted straight towards him.
Dropping into the empty seat beside the handsome stranger, a coy smile played at the corner of her plump lips. “Mind if I sit here? I feel like all eyes are on me today… and I rather enjoy yours.”
The man grinned wolfishly, spreading his knees apart to give her room. “Is that so? Well, take all the time you need, beautiful. I’m shamelessly enjoying what my eyes feast upon as well.”
She giggled, crossing her mile-long legs. “What a naughty flirt you are… I’m Lila.”
“Justin,” he rumbled, offering his large hand. Ninety-four virile degrees later, Lila threw her head back with a throaty laugh. “Justin. I like it. It has karma to it.” She shifted in her seat, dress riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cream silk panties. “Karma… sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
“Fucking beautiful,” Justin agreed, dark eyes riveted to her toned thighs. Lila bit her plump bottom lip and slid her hand suggestively up and down his thigh. The young buck let out a low groan, cock instantly rock hard and straining against his immaculate slacks.
“Is that a magic wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” Lila purred, squeezing his bulge appreciatively. Justin hissed, grabbing her small hand and encouraging it to continue caressing his prodigious endowment.
“Honey, you can play with my wand any time you want,” he purred back, the promise in his voice dripping with sensual heat. Lila wet her bottom lip, eyes on his rigid crotch. Justin guided her hand directly to his thick, straining shaft. Inch after throbbing inch greeted her touch through the fabric.
Erection fully outlined in ecstatic precision against the expensive material of Justin’s pants, Lila gifted the eye-popping bulge with an eager squeeze. “Playtime is the best kind,” she breathed disingenuously. “Though I was thinking less wand and more toy… what about you, stud?”
Justin rocked his hips into her touch with a rumbling groan. “Oh fuck yes. Real men have all the toys.”
The sexy sorceress let out a throaty laugh, then smoothly dropped to her knees on the passegerway in front of Justin. Shockingly, not a soul looked their way, intently buried in books or forty-inch screens barely large enough to read the label on a beer can.
With a saucy wink, Lila freed Mr. Big’s impressive length. It sprung into view, a rigid fourteen inches of pulsing, virile man-meat. She licked her lips as if it were a Birchwood Popsicle. The tip gleamed with wealth of pre-cum. Lila couldn’t resist, swiping the treasure with tiny tongue, then suckling each drop down to the root with a happy little moan.
“Damn, you’re hung like a fucking horse,” she purred approvingly, giving the thick shaft a long lick. Her eyes flashed to his, blazing with erotic promise. “Well then, stud, how about I ride this fucking draft horse for a bit? I’m craving a stiff, hard, rocking ride on the rails.”
