The train continued its rumbling journey through the dark city tunnels, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead like a dirty heartbeat.
Mia was still trembling violently from her first forced orgasm, her legs barely able to hold her upright. Thick, shiny trails of her own squirt ran down her black stockings, soaking the fabric and dripping onto the dirty floor of the train car. The man standing directly behind her kept three thick fingers buried deep inside her spasming p***y, slowly pumping them in and out with wet, filthy squelching sounds that were impossible to ignore in the crowded carriage.
Her face burned with a shame so intense it felt like fire.
The tall, broad man standing directly in front of her smirked down at her flushed face. His hand was still inside her blouse, bold
