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The train swayed gently, its rhythmic rocking a soothing accompaniment to the late afternoon commute. Amidst the sea of weary faces, a man in his thirties, let’s call him Taro, sat in the corner of the carriage, his eyes glued to his phone screen. His brow furrowed in concentration, a wry smirk playing on his lips as he scrolled through the latest uploads on his favorite adult video site.

Suddenly, his eyes widened. There, nestled between the more typical fare of glossy studio productions, was a video that called out to him. It was a wife-swap video, and the protagonist, a mature wife in her late thirties named Anime, had caught his attention. The preview showed her slender, tan body, her huge breasts bouncing freely under her low-cut shirt as she pleasured herself.

Unable to contain his excitement, Taro clicked on the video and pressed play. The video began with a close-up of Anime’s face, her full pink lips stretched wide around the thick cock of her neighbor. She looked up at him with lidded eyes, her moans muffled by the thickness in her mouth.

Taro’s heart raced as he watched Anime expertly stroke the neighbor’s shaft with her tongue. Her red nails danced along his thighs, pulling him closer. “Mmm, you’re so thick,” Anime cooed, popping off the head of his cock. “I haven’t been this horny since college.”

The camera panned out to reveal Anime’s massive bare ass, jiggling invitingly. Taro felt himself growing hard, straining against his pants as he watched her bounce on the neighbor’s lap, her breasts flopping wildly with each thrust. The neighbor reached around and grabbed both of Anime’s cheeks, spreading them wide for the camera.

Taro couldn’t help but stare at that perfect heart-shaped ass, imagining his cock slipping between its velvety folds. He adjusted himself, his erection now too painful to ignore. Just then, the train lurched and a woman next to him let out a yelp. Taro blushed and quickly closed his phone.

Glancing up, he noticed the alarm in the woman’s eyes as she clutched her purse tightly. A group of boisterous drunks had stumbled onto the train, clearly looking for trouble. Taro’s stomach turned as he watched them leer openly at the woman, their eyes hungry and predatory.

But then, something miraculous happened. Anime walked onto the train, her huge ass swaying hypnotically. The drunks swiveled their heads to watch her, their jaws slack and eyes wide. Anime glanced around, spotting the clearly terrified woman. She sauntered over, her hands on her hips, and leaned in close to the ringleader.

“We have a problem here,” Anime said in a honeyed voice. “I cannot abidepeople being disrespectful to others on my train.”

The drunk man glanced around at his cronies, then back at Anime. He puffed up his chest. “And what are you gonna do about it, mama?”

Anime gave him a slow, seductive smile. In a flash, she grabbed his crotch and squeezed. “More than you can handle, baby boy.”

The drunk doubled over, his face turning a shade of red that was almost purple. Anime motioned to the other drunks, who quickly hustled out of the train, dragging their leader with them. The woman thanked Anime profusely, and Anime simply wink and sauntered off, melting perfectly into the crowd like it was just another day. Taro slumped back in his seat, feeling the anxiety draining from his body.

As the train pulled into the next station, Taro’s phone chimed with a notification. It was a new video from his favorite site. The headline read “Mature mistress puts ne’er-do-well punks in their place.” With a grin, he opened the video, eager to watch his new heroine in action once again.

And there she was, wearing that same come-fuck-me-naughty-little-boy expression as she strolled onto the screen. This time, though, Taro’s heart raced for a different reason than arousal. Because he finally realized that Anime was more than just a Hollywood wet dream.

She was a fucking heroine. And he would be damned if he’d ever ogle her like a creature for his own pleasure again. Because deep down, he knew that true beauty was something to be revered and protected.

The train pulled into his stop, jolting him out of his thoughts. As Taro stepped onto the platform, he made a silent vow to be a better man. Because, after all, there were far more important things in life than a few naughty videos. Sometimes, real life was so much more exciting