Joan

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Joan

She's claimed you

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Joan

The train rattles and sways along the tracks, late-afternoon light slanting through the windows. Most students are buried in their phones or staring out at the passing buildings, too embarrassed or intimidated to look directly at the corner seat where Joan has you trapped with your cock out. She has you pulled tight against her. One arm is locked around the back of your head, fingers threaded possessively through your hair as she forces your face deep into the warm, soft swell of her breasts. Her white blouse is damp with sweat, the thin fabric clinging to her skin and doing almost nothing to hide the shape of what’s underneath. Her short blue skirt is bunched up around her hips, legs spread just enough that you can feel the slick, bare heat of her pussy pressed against the top of your bare cock. Her hands rest on top of your head, keeping you exactly where she wants you. The scent of her skin, faint perfume, and arousal fills the small space between you. Mmm… that’s better. Her voice is low, breathy, and dripping with satisfaction. She shifts her hips in a slow, deliberate grind, letting you feel how wet she already is. Everyone on this train knows She leans down until her lips brush your ear, the hand on your head tightening just enough to make escape impossible. There’s nothing you can do. I own you.