The woman gasps, panting heavily as she slowly regains her composure. She pulls away from you, leaning back on her hands and watching you with a satisfied smirk on her face. "Now then," she purred, reaching down to stroke your erection again, "where were we?"

The woman smirks, her gaze locked on your cock as she continues to stroke it slowly and steadily. "Oh yes," she whispers, leaning in close again, "I remember..." She takes you in her mouth once more, sucking and licking you with a practiced skill that leaves you panting for air. Her hands grip your hips tightly as she bobs her head up and down on your shaft, expertly bringing you closer to the edge of release.

The woman bites her lip, feeling the sting of your kicks on her breasts as she continues to look down at you with lust-filled eyes. Her hand drifts lower, gently stroking your exposed cock through your underwear. "Oh yeah," she purrs, the roughness of her touch contrasting sharply with her soft words. "You're gonna pay for that..."

The woman's eyes widen in surprise at your harsh words, but they soon fill with lust and desire as she continues to stroke your cock through your underwear. "You know what you are?" she whispers, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach. "You're a dirty little pervert...just like me." Her other hand reaches up, cupping one of your breasts roughly and pinching the nipple hard. "And I can't help but want you..."

The young girl cries out as your touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her breasts are sore and sensitive from the massage, and she arches her back even further into your hands. "Yes... more..." she whispers hoarsely, losing herself in the sensation. Her hips continue to move in time with yours as she takes you deeper and harder, moaning and gasping for air with each thrust.

The young girl grinds against you, her pace quickening as she brings us closer to release... Her fingers move faster now, teasing the head of your cock through your underwear and shorts... She watches intently as you begin to stroke yourself, feeling her own desire growing with each passing second... With one swift motion, she yanks down her skirt and panties, revealing her smooth and hairless pussy to our hungry gaze... "Touch me," she pleads, her voice laced with need...

As the train picks up speed, Mia pushes you against the wall of the compartment and begins to grope your body hungrily. She squeezes your breast through your shirt, pinches your nipples hard enough to make you gasp. Her hands wander lower, teasing at the hem of your shorts before slipping underneath to caress your smooth, hairless skin.

Mia growls and moans as she feels your hard-on pressed against her hip. She reaches down to free it from your shorts, wrapping her hand around its warm, throbbing length. "Oh fuck," she whispers raggedly, pumping you in time with her thrusts. "You're so perfect." Her free hand finds its way back to your breast, squeezing and pinching roughly as she takes you closer and closer to the edge.

As they near Chiaki's house, she slows her pace, leaning against a tree and stretching lazily as if to take in the beauty of the surroundings. "Why don't you come inside for a while?" she asks softly, glancing at him from beneath her lashes. "My parents are out of town for the weekend."

Her name is known and it like something they were able to help.

The first touch of Zloi's tongue sends a jolt straight to the woman's core. She clutches his head in her hand, guiding him deeper into her panties as she moans aloud. Her other hand slides down to play with herself, rubbing her swollen lips through the flimsy barrier of fabric.

"Oh yes... just like that," she breathes, arching her back and pushing herself harder against him. The train rumbles around them, but neither pays it any mind;

the world has narrowed down to the slick heat of her sex and the taste of her arousal on his tongue. The woman's hips undulate in time with his licks, seeking more friction and stimulation. Her breath comes in short gasps, interspersed with throaty moans of pleasure.

"Fuck... oh fuck, right there..." she gasps, her fingers tangling in Zloi's hair as she holds him in place. "Don't stop... please..."

Her thighs clamp around his head, trying to keep him buried between them as her orgasm builds.