Once again, I targeted an office lady.
Since my favorite college girls aren't around at this slightly shifted time...
Her legs peeking from that tight skirt were more than enough to stir up my molester urges.
So, I boarded the train and started touching her.
She brushed my hand away and tried to guard herself—so damn cute.
But I'm not the type to give up that easily. I reached out again, moving my hand toward her crotch.
She kept swatting my hand away, but didn't make a scene, so I forcefully slipped my hand under her underwear.
With women like this, once you finger her pussy, she quickly calms down.
I slid my fingers inside her underwear, teasing her soft labia and slit.
Not sure if it's the heat or just her natural state, but I could feel her getting wet—dangerous.
The folds of her pussy and the hood of her clit wrapped around my fingertips—I couldn't take it anymore.
When I rubbed harder, she closed her eyes and stayed quiet.
Rubbing directly on her clit made her tilt her head up, trying to endure it—so damn erotic.
You're feeling it, aren't you? You dirty office lady...
Watching her slutty expression, I kept teasing her hardening clit, and my cock was already rock hard.
Pre-cum oozed out—I was losing control too.
I don't get how women can get turned on from being molested, but once pleasure kicks in, nobody feels bad about it.
Her tits looked pretty big too—wish I'd squeezed them.
Would've been great if I had an extra arm...
Can't blame me for thinking that, right?
When she got off the train and glanced back at me, her expression was perfect.
Next time we're on the same train, I'm going to thoroughly torment her.