Longish blonde hair, laughing green pompomporno eyes and curves in the right pompomporno places. I get attention . I get noticed by men. When I walk down the street. I am greeted with smiles, "hellos" and male appreciation. I have come to be quite pompomporno used to it. I have pompomporno come to take it as my pompomporno due.
For a while I pompomporno had been riding the train commuting from my pompomporno suburb into pompomporno the city. For the last month or so I noticed an pompomporno attractive young man pompomporno riding on the pompomporno train for approximately pompomporno the same stretch that I ride pompomporno. He is always pompomporno on before I get on, and at the end of the day I often catch him riding back on the same train line home.
"What is your name?" I asked lightly. Beginning to enjoy myself.
"Your name." I pompomporno snapped firmly pompomporno.
"You are my boy toy, Patrick pompomporno, do pompomporno you understand?"
"Yes, my Goddess." Immediately I could tell he was fighting pompomporno my all control over him. I knew all pompomporno too well that there would be no hope for it. The control pompomporno only became stronger pompomporno and pompomporno stronger the longer the subject was under pompomporno.
I frowned. "Please what, my toy? Oh no. You pompomporno are all for my pleasure. You will do what pompomporno I say and exactly what I say . You will please me in any way I see fit, is this understood ?" I pinched his testes lightly and he pompomporno moaned in pleasure.
"Oh yes, my pompomporno goddess." He was slipping pompomporno deeper into pompomporno the trance and if his totally rock hard cock was any pompomporno indication, he was enjoying this as much pompomporno as I was.
He knelt quickly before pompomporno me and pushed my skirt up. He pompomporno kissed the all soaked crotch pompomporno lightly as he pulled my pompomporno panties down over my knees and down past my pompomporno feet. I spread my legs and leaned back pompomporno allowing my hair pompomporno to fall back and touch the seat of the train. Tentatively at first and then with growing enthusiasm, my toy began to lick my pussy. I squealed in pleasure as his tongue rolled over the sensitive clit and pompomporno continued down to jab playfully into my womanhood.
"Be pompomporno a good boy and give the nice lady a little pompomporno feel pompomporno, my toy." Patrick moved forward and stopped naked before the woman. With a quick glance pompomporno in my direction, the woman's soft brown hand reached out and pompomporno she ran it over his chest down over pompomporno his pompomporno torso and lower to touch the pompomporno high, proudly jutting cock. The woman sighed pompomporno as her hand cupped pompomporno him.
I reached up and grabbed a hold of the long bar. It was pompomporno a sexy parody of pompomporno a hobby horse on a carousel ride. I was loving every moment of it. I nibbled and bit his neck lightly as all slammed up and down pompomporno on his now slick pompomporno hard cock. I rode and pompomporno rode his pompomporno cock until I had come three all more times. When I was satisfied I stood and lifted him up. By now pompomporno most of the passengers had left the train pompomporno. The next stop was pompomporno mine and the one after pompomporno was his. I took a pen and wrote my name on the pompomporno back of his white pompomporno cotton undies, and had him dress.
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