Elena settled into her first-class seat on the evening train, her tailored suit hugging her curves as she crossed her legs with the poise of a woman who commanded boardrooms. Across from her, Mia lounged with effortless youth, her short skirt riding high on toned thighs. "Long day chasing deadlines?" Mia asked, her voice laced with a smirk that dared Elena to bite back. "Or are you just here to stare at strangers like they're your next acquisition?"
Elena arched a brow, unfazed. "And you're the type who stretches out uninvited, I see. Careful, or that toe might find more than it bargains for." Mia grinned wider, extending her leg boldly under the table until her bare toe brushed Elena's calf, then higher, circling with deliberate pressure. The touch sent a spark through Elena's skin, but she didn't pull away—instead, she leaned in, her tone sharp. "Bold move for a girl your age. Think you can handle what you're starting?"
The train hummed onward as Mia's toe traced higher, massaging Elena's inner thigh with wicked precision, making her pussy grow wet and dripping under her skirt. "I'm not the one sweating already," Mia teased, eyes gleaming. "Tell me, Elena, how long since someone's made you this horny without even trying?" Elena's breath hitched, but she countered, "Long enough that your little game feels like foreplay. But if we're doing this, let's skip the tease—my ass isn't the only thing that needs attention."
They slipped into the train's private restroom, the door clicking shut as clothes hit the floor in a rush of panting and heat. Mia strapped on a thick cock, hard and ready, while Elena dropped to her knees for a quick blowjob, her tongue working it slick. "Fuck, you're good at that," Mia groaned, pulling Elena up to bend her over the sink. She thrust the cock deep into Elena's pussy, pounding hard as Elena's ass slapped back against her, both women sweating and dripping with need.
Elena came first with a sharp cry, her walls clenching around the cock as cum slicked their thighs, but Mia wasn't done—flipping positions to ride Elena's fingers while grinding her own clit to orgasm. "Stronger than you look," Mia panted with a wink, their bodies still tangled. "This train ride just got interesting."
The door slid open to the empty corridor, but Mia's parting whisper promised more stops ahead.
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