In the swaying train compartment, Priya's slim waist gleamed under the flickering lights, her revealing saree draped low to tease every curve. She clutched the railing, pallu artfully askew, playing the wide-eyed innocent amid the crowd.
"Oh goodness, this fabric just won't behave," she murmured to the stranger beside her, Raj, batting lashes with feigned confusion. "Is it always this tricky in public, or am I just... dumb like that?"
Raj smirked, eyes tracing her midriff. "You know damn well what you're doing. That wink says you're no fool."
"Me? A fool?" Priya retorted sharply, her voice a velvet whip. "If I were, I'd let a man like you think he's in charge. But go on, 'help' me fix it—slowly. We wouldn't want to alarm the passengers, would we?"
With witty reluctance, she let him tug the pallu free inch by inch, her strong hands guiding his to her blouse. "Careful now, or I'll have to teach you manners." The saree whispered to the floor as she arched, exposing more, her breath quickening.
"You're making me so horny," Raj growled, pulling her close. Priya laughed, pushing him onto the seat. "Then prove it. Get that cock hard for me." She knelt, delivering a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned.
Soon she straddled him, her pussy wet and dripping onto his throbbing length. "No rushing, darling—feel how I control this." They moved in heated rhythm, sweating and panting, her ass grinding as he thrust deep. "Fuck, your cock feels perfect," she gasped wittily. "Don't you dare cum until I say."
The explosive climax hit as she rode harder, both coming in a rush of cum, bodies slick and spent, the public risk heightening every thrill.
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