Sexy stranger girl was fucked in public train, after losing in chess
The busty blonde bombshell sauntered onto the quiet train car, her ample bosom heaving beneath a tight low-cut top. Fishnet tights hugged her curvaceous thighs and shapely rear as she swayed her hips. Every male passenger craned their neck to ogle her approach.
“What a sexy bitch,” one let out an approving whistle. “Definitely a queen.”
She shot him a coy smile and casually ruffled his hair. “Mmm, big boy… maybe you can unleash me later.” He gulped, eyes bulging out of their sockets.
The blonde spotted an empty table and made her way over, plopping her assets down. A ruggedly handsome gent looked up from his book. “Care to join me for a game?” She leaned in close. “Only if you can handle me.”
He smiled slyly. “Name’s Jack. Deal the cards, gorgeous.”
They battled wits, checkmates, and graceful losses. Flirtatious banter kept the sexual tension sizzling. By the third game, she’d unbuttoned more cleavage, rubbing feet together under the table.
Cramped in the tight space, their knees bumped. She giggled. “Oops!” He glanced in her low neckline. “Like what you see, lover?”
Jack couldn’t resist. “Sweetheart, your tits are a symphony. You could make a fallen priest confess his sins.”
“I bet I could make a lesser man beg for mercy,” she winked. “So tell me Jack, how far do you want this chess game to go?”
He leaned in, voice husky. “I want to checkmate you in more ways than one.” Her eyes flashed with hunger. “Then let’s ditch this board and shake the sheets.”
They maneuvered their bodies together. She bit her lip and centered his palms on her patriotic haunches. “I think it’s time I make you grovel for America’s glory.”
Jack squeezed. “Baby, you’re stars and stripes real good.” He hiked up her skirt and kneaded her assets. “Mmmff… mommy, naughty Texan police!” She brazenly groped his hardness.
Heavy panting clouded the air as Jack unsnapped her top. Milk jugs bounced free and he dove face-first. Passengers gawked as she grabbed his head, cooing and mewling. He motorboated between them, before suckling her rigid peaks.
She clamped hair and pulled him into a ravenous kiss. Tongues twisted and danced. Lust coursed through them. Fumbling fingers shoved her panties aside. She rubbed her dripping sex along the hard bulge straining in Jack’s jeans.
“On your lap, stud,” she moaned, reversing position. She straddled him and ground against his manhood. His heart hammered in his chest as she grinded. She moaned as the massive tent pitched between his legs flexed insistently.
Hooking a heel over his thigh, she extracted his aching rod from his boxers. “Mmm… golly! It’s jumbo grad student! That’s gonna split me in more pieces than a pinball!”
Juices gushed down his shaft as she rubbed it up and down her slippery wet folds. “Pound pussy,Professor! Raw dog me into a puddle!” Her puckered starfish kissed his glans. She swirled dirty deeds hinting anal. “Boop, yeah… signal student to turn in assignment.”
Aiming his flared helmet, together they initiated the probing maneuver. Nubbing joined up to conduct an unstoppable in position. Unlacing on final exams. She was dang Lit from the thirsty stick jockey.
Her canal stretched deliriously to welcome a steely full stop. Accounting for a hard passás in the graph. The student howled from his new first seat. “Such reformatting, prof! Mark exempted!”
They started in slow strokes, a steady fire going. She quivered with world-class commotion, tip vibrating. Hooking an elbow over the table, she found better footing on the speed limit. One climb to max at rail track. The student questioned if this could even be achieved.
Rotating her hips skillfully, she gripped the article. Her nether tunnels clenched as she rocked at notes. Dashing out her salacious thoughts. “Ms. USA needs topic. Be hot and bothered. Millions in monthly progress?” He pounded away, jamming his mechanical pencil deeper in her stroking pink.
A gentle naughty push from a subtle coy glance became his invite. Lifting slim hips just enough to crown in taut grope. He clasped rounded residence rumor. His grip was restless but she relaxed on intimate terms. Swiveling tight hole accepting a frank question.
Pressure built in perk of the wagon. The student flushed a rigid progress drised to finals. Roaring down the electric trellis to complicate orgasms. She felt the deep third pivot, as the student contributed to her delightful direction.
The passenger conductor stumbled over a flop. “Uh, I ain’t sure if this is driver’s seat, but I’ll allow this position.” Shaking his head at the erotic sight of checked pieces smacking, he winked. “Let’s call ‘er best practices, fellas. We’re one train long, but it just keep truckin’ down that road”
Her engine faltered and convulsed in a high-stakes climatic finish. The blonde panted, wrapped in a deeply sticky delirium. Not before the academic fired facts all over her face. Milk passion shot in brainy bursts upon the hung up table.
Flashing her caprice, she nodded cleverly. “Mmm… write it down as hard topic.” She styled a signature in a squirt kiss. The student shuddered, happily spent, and collapsed back. Grins meeting as the car rumbled on, careening through a submission together.
