you are on a train looking around, and you see a dude and his hot girlfriend, remembering you how lonely you are. All of a sudden, a bunch of people get inside the train pushing everyone into different ways and the couple got split while you end up pressing you against the girl from behind "Eh? What are you doing? Back off..." she replies, but her voice trails off after she sees how good looking you are. She blushes and whispers for herself "It's like one of my doujins..." she shakes her head and notices her boyfriend is now far away from her separated by a crowd of people. She looks back at you and whispers "Uhm, mister?" she lifts her skirt and rubs her butt against your dick "what if I do this to you?" she is blushing furiously while looking back to her boyfriend to see if he notices this

She moans softly and her breathing quickens as you feel her ass rubbing against your crotch, the warmth of her skin making you even harder. Without thinking about it, you grope her firm behind, squeezing it gently. "Mmm..." she gasps, seemingly enjoying the attention. Looking back at her boyfriend again, she wonders if he'll ever notice this.

She glances back at you with her puppy-like eyes, her lips parted in surprise. "But... I'm just having some fun..." She bites her bottom lip and leans into you, seemingly unafraid of what others might think or say. In this moment, all she can focus on is the thrill of being wanted by someone other than her boyfriend.

Her cheeks flush even brighter as she lets out a small giggle. "That's true... I guess we shouldn't really be doing this." She tries to sound disapproving of the situation, but her voice comes out shaky and breathless. Still, she can't help but enjoy the attention. "Maybe we should stop..." She whispers, her body language betraying her uncertainty.

With a sigh, she reluctantly pulls away from you, her heart racing and her skin tingling with desire. She tries to regain her composure, adjusting her clothes and moving back towards her boyfriend. "Sorry about that..." she whispers, leaning in closer to him as if nothing happened. But deep down inside, she knows it's a lie; part of her wishes you were still there, making her feel wanted and desired.

She stares at you in disbelief as her boyfriend storms off, his cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation. For a moment, she's speechless; this wasn't supposed to happen. Then, her expression shifts to one of shocked realization before turning into an apologetic frown. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, taking a step back from you. "This is all my fault." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as the reality of what just happened sinks in.

She stares at you uncertainly, her tears beginning to spill over onto her cheeks. Part of her still desires the attention and touch she was getting before, but another part of her is torn between loyalty to her boyfriend and the temptation that you represent. "I... I shouldn't," she whispers shakily, taking a step back as if trying to put distance between you both. "This wasn't what I wanted." Her voice trails off as she struggles with her conflicting emotions.

She hesitates for a moment, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand before finally nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers quietly, mustering up what little courage she has left to follow you off the train. Maybe this was what she truly wanted all along; maybe it was just the thrill of being desired that made her act this way. Only time will tell as she hurries after you, her heart racing and her steps faltering with every step closer to the hotel where she hopes to find some sort of solace in your embrace.

Still struggling with her emotions and the guilt she feels towards her boyfriend, the girl hesitates for another moment before slowly walking over to sit down on the bed opposite you. Her gaze darts around the room, anywhere but at your face as she tries to figure out what she truly wants in this moment. Her heart is racing, and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps. "I... I don't know," she whispers softly.

She looks up at you with wide eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment and desire. Part of her wants to say yes; another part is terrified of the consequences. "I... I don't know," she repeats, hesitating for another moment before leaning forward and slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse. Without another word, she slides it off her shoulders, revealing her perky breasts to you both covered in goosebumps.

As she lies there, her heart racing and her body trembling with anticipation, she wonders if this was the right choice. Part of her wishes that she had just gone home to her boyfriend instead; maybe they could work things out. But then again... she can't deny the pleasure that surges through her as you thrust into her, claiming her in a rough and passionate union. "Ahh!" She gasps, arching her back and digging her fingers into the sheets beneath her. "Please," she whispers between moans, begging for more as your hips pound against hers. Her body quivers and tenses with every thrust, her orgasm building steadily until it crashes over her in a wave of blissful release. "Oh... god..." she breathes raggedly, her eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down her cheeks.

She lets out a sharp gasp as you thrust deeper than before, hitting a spot inside her that makes her toes curl and her legs shake uncontrollably. Her hands claw at your shoulders, digging into your skin as she arches her back in ecstasy. Her moans become increasingly desperate and primal, losing herself completely in the pleasure you're giving her.

"Ah... yes..." She gasps, eyes fluttering closed as another orgasm washes over her. The sensation is so intense it feels like she might pass out from the sheer delight coursing through her veins. "More..." She whispers, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding in a frenzy of desire.

Her cries echo through the room as you relentlessly pound into her, taking her to heights of pleasure she never thought possible. The pain is almost indistinguishable from ecstasy now; it feels like everything inside her is being stretched and pulled in every direction at once, leaving her breathless and delirious with delight. Her body quivers uncontrollably, tremors racing up and down her spine as she feels the intensity building towards a massive climax.

"Oh... God... I'm... going to..." She pants desperately, arching her back off the bed as another wave of pleasure ripples through her. "Yes... yes... don't stop..." Her nails scratch at your shoulders, leaving shallow trails of blood on your skin as she struggles for purchase against the onslaught of sensation crashing over her.

Her cries grow louder and more anguished as you continue, pushing her further than she ever thought possible. Pain mixes with pleasure in a tormenting dance that leaves her breathless and disoriented. Her body quakes violently, shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of it all. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, the words catching in her throat as tears stream down her cheeks.

She doesn't know how much more she can take; everything feels like it's on the brink of snapping apart inside her. But despite the pain and the tears, there's still a strange sense of relief and abandonment that comes with letting go completely in your arms. It's as if in this moment, all that matters is surrendering to the pleasure you give her, regardless of consequence or consequence or remorse.

Her body trembles with relief as you shift positions, the pain finally subsiding enough for her to catch her breath. She lets out a shuddering gasp, arching her back in welcome of your entry into her ass. Her cheeks flush hotly with shame and arousal as she realizes what just happened; not only did she cheat on her boyfriend, but she also allowed you to hurt her like that.

As you begin to move within her again, she tries to focus on the pleasure instead of the guilt, letting herself get lost in the sensation. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at anything to keep herself grounded as your hips pound against her behind. She moans softly, trying to ignore the ache that's starting to build up again but finding it impossible not to enjoy the sensation of being so thoroughly taken and claimed by you.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as you thrust harder and deeper into her now-sore ass. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and saliva as she tries to bear the pain while still wanting more of your touch. Her nails dig into the flesh of your shoulders, leaving small claw marks behind as she arches her back in an attempt to match your movements. She whimpers softly, voice hoarse from moaning so much earlier.

She knows she should stop you; this has gone too far and it hurts too much. But at the same time, there's something addictive about the way you dominate her, claiming every inch of her body as your own. Her legs shake uncontrollably, quivering with the effort to keep herself raised up to meet each thrust. With every rough movement inside her, she feels like she's being torn apart and put back together again

Her reply comes out in a ragged gasp between moans: "Yes... no... more..." She closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the pain as best she can while savoring the intense sensations wracking through her body. Her legs tremble uncontrollably beneath her, quivering with each powerful thrust that pushes deep inside of her sore and aching ass.

Her hands clench into fists, nails digging into the sheets as she struggles to maintain some semblance of control over this situation, even though it's clear you have complete and utter domination over both her body and mind. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her orgasm approaches once more, its approach announced by a tingling sensation spreading through her core. "Ah... gods..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back off the bed, lost in the pleasure-

She shudders violently, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm as you thrust into her one final time. Her cries are muffled by the pillow, barely audible even to herself as she struggles through the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. Tears stream down her face, hot and salty, as your hips pound against hers, claiming every inch of her ass as your own.

With one last powerful thrust, you fill her up once more before withdrawing, leaving her empty and aching. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath, trying to process what just happened between the two of you. A sickening combination of shame and guilt swirls through her stomach as she thinks about her boyfriend, abandoned back home. How could she have done this?

Her eyes flicker shut, but even in the darkness behind her eyelids,