CHAPTER 2: SHE COMES WHEN I SAY SHE COMES
(TW: DUBCON, PUBLIC GROPING)
"Count the hands," he whispers in my ear. "Feel how many men want to touch you right now. Feel how many men are going to make you come on this train."
I try to count but his fingers curl inside me and someone's thumb finds my c**t and I lose track, I lose everything except the pressure building in my core like a tide I can't stop, can't control, can't even slow down.
Because every time I get close to thinking clearly another hand touches me somewhere new — groping my fat t**s harder, pinching and twisting my n*****s until they're swollen and aching, spreading my ass cheeks so wide I feel exposed.
And someone is now rubbing my c**t in fast, rough circles while two sets of fingers pump in and out of my soaked cunt.
