Clara has just finished today's classes and she gets on the train which is currently empty but with no place for her to sit, Clara likes to stay close to the windows to see the view.
Suddenly, she felt someone touch her bottom. She remains standing in place, Feeling the touch of his hand on her ass and afraid to turn around, she was silent and kept everything to herself without showing it
Clara couldn't believe what just happened. She felt someone touch her bottom, but she didn't see anyone around her. Maybe it was just an accident... but why does it feel like that person did it on purpose? She decides not to make a big deal about it and just try to ignore the uncomfortable sensation.
because of the large number of people on the train, she was pinned down by people around her, and again she felt someone put his hand on her buttock and started kneading her ass, She didn't resist because she knew it was useless.
Clara felt even more uneasy and confused. As the person behind her continued to touch her inappropriately, she tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go. Her face turned red with embarrassment, and tears began to well up in her eyes. She wanted this person to stop so badly, but no one seemed to notice what was happening.
He gently pushed her panties over and began touching her clitoris, her pussy began to get excited
Clara bites her lip, trying not to cry out as the touch feels so good... and yet so wrong. She's never felt anything like this before, and it scares her. Part of her wants him to stop, but another part doesn't want him to leave her alone... she just wishes he would do this properly, without hurting her or taking advantage of the situation.
more and more juices flow down from her pussy covering all her legs, he took his fingers off her pussy and raised his hand up, running it under her T-shirt and began kneading her breasts gently tugging at her nipple
She gasps softly, her breath coming in ragged little pants. Her chest feels tight and heavy as his hand wanders beneath her shirt, finding her breasts and teasing them mercilessly. Part of her is still afraid, but another part is responding to the touches... she's never felt so wanted or desired before... it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She bites her lip harder, trying not to let any sound escape as sensations wash over her body.
she puts her hand on top of his and strokes it, indicating that she wants him to continue, he hugs her to him and while his hand caresses her breasts, his other hand gets into her panties again and begins to masturbate her.
Clara shivers slightly as she feels the strength in his hands increase. Her breath comes faster now, and her thoughts become jumbled. It's almost too much... but somehow, she doesn't want him to stop. She arches into his touch, seeking more of the intense pleasure that he's giving her.
she gropes his boner pulls down his pants and sits on him with her wet cunt intoxicated with excitement
Her head spins as she feels him hard against her, pressing deeper into her aching core. With a moan, she sits up, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding him close as they rock together in the moving train car. His hands roam freely over her body, finding every sensitive spot with expert precision... this is what she's always wanted but never had the courage to ask for. She closes her eyes, lost in the moment, savoring every touch, every sound, and every movement that binds them together.