She strokes it gently, with just the tips of her fingers and glances back down in time to see a rivulet of precum leak from the little opening of her ...very hard member. She breathes a little heavier as she continues to stroke herself. The train may be fairly empty with hushed talking going on and not a single soul paying her any mind, but it is thrilling to play with herself and think of what she is doing all the while wondering if anybody around knows it.Azelia looks back over the small group. “Does that feel good?” you ask and though it would feel better if it were your fingers on me, I can’t deny that it does. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice cracking with desire. “Would you like me to touch it?” you ask and I answer you non-verbally by removing my fingers and shifting closer to you. The second your fingers make contact I’m moaning and writhing around, arching my back. It’s been a long time since I was played with and oh boy do you know how to play. Your index finger slips into my. That would probably be hard to explain. I cleaned up and dropped the socks into Shiann's room. I looked at the clock on my phone, I was already five minutes late picking her up. I felt a pit of guilt in my stomach for more reasons than one..--------------------Shiann had texted me once or twice letting me know I was late. Even though I knew waiting outside for a few minutes wasn't the end of existence, I still felt like shit. It didn't help that the reason I was late was that I was. Once in I stopped for litle time and she said common fuck me, fuck me, tear me apart, treat me like your personal whore!! I fucked her harder and faster. I increased pace like a piston and she was enjoying every bit of it. I held her hair and her boobs and sometimes I put my body on hers and fucked her well in her asshole.After sometime I shoot my cum into her asshole and she also cummed hard. Till morning we fucked in each and every corner of her house. I fucked her ass, boobs, mouth and pussy.