Mia had completely surrendered.
By the time the train hissed into the next dimly lit station, any trace of the shy, professional office girl who had accidentally boarded the wrong late-night express was gone erased by wave after wave of shattering pleasure. She was now the train’s official free-use slut, a dripping, c**k-drunk toy for every man on board.
Word had spread like wildfire through the carriage. At every stop, more men poured in, their eyes lighting up with raw hunger the moment they saw her. No one looked away or pretended to scroll on their phones. They joined the frenzy with eager grins, c***s already hardening in their pants as they watched the once-demure woman get passed around like shared meat in the middle of the crowded car. Phones stayed raised, red recording lights b
