The train rocked down the rails, its rhythm in time with my racing heartbeat. His tongue stoked sensuous sparks through my body, tracing deep dreams down my throat. His hands drove me forward, pulsing pleasure through me as I trembled to the climax of that steamy train BJ.
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He ripped my pants off with an animal savagery; I could feel his energy pulsing through me. His tongue expertly probed my depths, going deeper and farther than I’d ever been before. I felt his hot breath, as the blowjob train took me ‘South’ on an epic journey of pleasure and sensuality.
He leaned in, breathing hard and fast as he opened his mouth and nuzzled my neck. I felt the touch of his lips move away from my neck and down over my body, making an acute pleasure out of my skin. His hands moved with purpose around me as he found me and slowly enveloped me in his grasp, pushing the limits of pleasure as he licked and kissed my neck, shoulders and chest. I gasped as he tugged and teased my nipples before making his way down to my waist, exploring every inch of me with passionate, romantic intensity.
He gasped as I sunk to my knees in anticipation, feeling the vibrations of the train as it raced along the track. His lips trembled at the thrill of desire as my mouth eagerly sought out his hard shaft, lapping it up with heat and frenzy as each satisfied moan tore through the carriage. I devoured him with a scorching delight, hearing the whistle of the train as I sent him off to dizzying heights.
My cock pulsed as I stepped onto the station platform. The steamy heat of the rails filled my senses. I began my journey, a single jolt of electricity shooting up my spine. I couldn’t help but gaze at the beautiful men standing near the train doors, and with their glances aside we shared a mutual understanding that the night was full of possibilities.
He heard a low whistle, a sultry call in the languorous summer air. His mouth suddenly dry, he watched as a familiar figure – shirtless, a hint of sweat on his bronzed chest – emerged from the darkness of the subway station. As the man moved closer, the scent of sweet desire coaxed a stirring in his loins. With a trembling hand, he reached out. He couldn’t believe what his body had in store.
He dove in and the engine hummed as the sex ride began. His soft lips pressed against hers, sweeping and tasting every millimeter of her. His fingers delivered arousal through her body, as if the tracks below them had electric currents running through them that only unlocked with each pull and thrust. Every gasp and moan echoed through the pulsing cabin. It was a passionate embrace – in the middle of nowhere – that no time or location could touch.