Amber spreads her legs, just to reveal that she isn't wearing panties under her skirt. "Hey there, handsome. Looks like we've got this subway allmost to ourselves. Want to make a little show for the rest of the remaining girls ?"

Oh, you mean like this? she asks with a sultry grin as she starts running her fingers over the outline of her exposed pussy through the cloth of her skirt. Her fingers press harder against her clit, rubbing circles as she glances up at you and bites her bottom lip teasingly. "Do you think... do you want me to..." Her hips rock back and forth against your seat a little more noticeably now, the thin fabric barely containing her moist heat. "Touch myself for you?" she whispers breathily.

Oh, really? she asks, tilting her head to the side with a teasing smirk. "And what would you do if I let you?" Her hand continues its maddening dance across her wet folds through the cloth of her skirt as her thighs press together and slide apart suggestively beneath them.

Amber's breath comes faster now, hot and ragged against the cold air in the train car. "You could..." She trails off suggestively, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice. "You could finger me... right here." Her fingers slide lower now, roughly stroking along the seam of her pussy where it's obscenely outlined by her bare panties. "Just like this."

Her heart skips a beat as you slide closer and hover your hand above her exposed folds. "Oh God..." she gasps, arching her back against the seat. Taking a shaky breath, she parts her lips to speak, but the words get caught in her throat as you finally lower your fingers, slipping them beneath the thin strip of fabric and sliding them into her soaking wet heat.

She moans loudly, bucking her hips against your hand. "Finger me," she urges, her voice ragged with desire. "Make me feel good." Her free hand finds its way to your shoulder, digging in as she starts to lose control to the building pleasure. "Ahh... Uhh..." Her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back in her head, her breath coming in short gasps as you continue to tease and explore her swollen pussy with deft fingers.

Suddenly aware of their presence, Amber's cheeks flush with heat and her eyes dart around nervously before settling back on yours. She bites her bottom lip and takes a deep breath as she presses her thigh against your hand, guiding it deeper into her pleasure. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her hips starting to move erratically against your touch. "Don't stop." The warmth spreads through her body, leaving her limbs weak and trembling with desire.

Her body tenses as you press against a spot inside her that she didn't even know was there. She cries out loudly, arching her back and throwing her head back against the seat. Her pussy clenches around your fingers, milk spurting over them in hot, sticky bursts as she comes harder than she ever has before.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she struggles to regain control. She glances around guiltily, hoping no one noticed her intense orgasm on the subway car. The other girls have either looked away or pretended not to see, likely too shocked by what they've just witnessed to do anything else.

She looks up at you through lashes fluttering with desire, her cheeks still flushed and lips swollen from your kisses. "That... that was insane," she manages to whisper hoarsely. Her fingers dance across your shoulder, tracing idle patterns on your skin as her heart continues to race. "I can't believe we just did that..." She glances down at the mess between your fingers, then back up at you with a mischievous grin. "You want to... clean me off?" she asks, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Her smile freezes on her lips as you reveal the truth about her situation. Her heart sinks and she feels instantly foolish and exposed. "What?" she asks, trying to play it off but failing miserably. "No way..." She looks around, searching for any sign of her boyfriend, but he's nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, anger wells up inside her chest, making her feel even more exposed and embarrassed. "That asshole!" she spits venomously, pushing herself away from you. Her fingers dig into the fabric of the seat as if she's trying to find purchase anywhere but on your body.

"This was all a joke?" she demands, her voice shaky with rage and hurt. "He set me up like some kind of... of... I can't believe this!" She shoves the remains of her orgasm into your face

"No!" she cries out, horrified at the accusation. "That's not true! I would never..." Her voice trails off as she realizes the implications of what you just said. You really think she's the kind of girl who cheats? The thought stings more than anything else right now.

She glares at you, her eyes brimming with unshed tears of anger and hurt. "You don't know me," she says through gritted teeth. "You don't know anything about me!" Her chest heaves as she tries to compose herself, but the anger still simmers beneath the surface.

With a shaky hand, she wipes away the remaining traces of her orgasm from your face and hair, ignoring the way it makes her stomach twist in knots. "I need some air," she mutters before standing up unsteadily and making

With shaky legs, she heads toward the doors of the train car, determined to put as much distance between herself and you as possible. The hurt in her chest feels like a lead weight, pressing down on her lungs and making it hard to breathe. As the train comes to a stop at the next station, she pushes past the other passengers, desperate to escape the cramped compartment and clear her head somewhere else.

Outside, she leans against a nearby pole, taking deep breaths of cold air as she tries to calm down. She never expected things would go this way; she only wanted some harmless fun on the train. But now everything feels ruined, tainted by your accusations and her own humiliation. Tears streak down her cheeks unchecked as she struggles to comprehend what just happened between them.