Night Train

Oh yes! Mike’s hand has found my thighs and I feel the heat of his passion. I feel his fingers parting my pussy lips. The first touch of his thumb brushing across my clit sends cascading waves of emotion and memories charging through my mind. It is followed by the chill of the cabin air rushing past my upturned skirt, and then comes the warm delicious feel of Mike’s hand, easing his probing fingers into my warm moist pussy lips.





I groan heavily, exhaling and moaning as Mike’s thumb brushes across my clit. I feel Mike's breath on my neck and hear him whispering clitty, clitty, click, clack as his tongue makes that popping sound and I feel the rumbling click, clack scraping of steel wheels jumping from one rail span to the next. My breath and heart quicken as I feel him inside me, groping for the heavenly “G” spot. Waves of emotion are pounding through my body as Mike picks up the click, clack, chu, chu, rhythmic motion, as we move faster now away from the station.





Mike leans over as we rock back and forth to the click, clack vibrating motion of the lumbering train, picking up speed now, and I feel Mike's hot, irregular breath on my neck and the weight of his chest moving across my taut nipples, pressing them into my bulging tits. My heaving breast and breath quicken, and I spread my legs wider now, welcoming and eager, as Mike picks up the click, clack rhythm -- matching that of the pounding of my heart in my chest as the rocking and swaying chu, chu, click, clack vibration penetrates my body--enveloping us in our intense passion.




"God yes," I half moan and breath to the rhythms of the train and pulsing sensations freezing my mind and filling me with raw brute animal emotion, the pulsating, driving, pounding from my clit and the power of the surging engine, hurling us ever closer to the brink of orgasmic bliss.





God, my breath feels like hot steam releasing waves of energy surging through my body. I shudder and squirm and raise my hips and moan, "Oh, Oh, yesss!" I release my passion in Mike’s ear. My hot steaming breath screams out, “God I’m…I am hot.” The sound of my voice is almost drowned out by the rumbling squeals of the wheels pounding their penetrating rhythm across the uneven ribbons of steel track as the train speeds into the darkness of the night.





I squirm and moan, all wet and breathing hard with uncontrollable desire for the feel of Mike’s hard, swelling dick, pounding deep inside my cunt. “Ravish me,” I breathe into his ear, the heat and passion in my breath almost visible in the cold air of the rumbling speeding train car.





He moans as we sway back and forth to the rhythm of our frantic and uncontrollable desire. I almost rise completely off the seat as his fingers scrape across the inside of my pussy wall, and presses against my G-spot. Yes, that’s it -- my legs tighten and strain to close around his hand. I struggle to hold them open as I quake inside -- click, clack, chu, chu -- the blood pounding, flooding me with a shaking, surging shiver -- click, clack, click, clack -- I tighten and jerk uncontrollably.

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