Urban Encounter: Anonymous Assault
The dimly lit metro platform echoes with the distant rumble of trains, but for her, it's silent, her world reduced to the pounding of her own heart. She feels a presence behind her, a heat that's not from the tracks below. A hand reaches around, cupping her pussy through her jeans, a thumb pressing against her clit. She freezes, but the hand doesn't stop, instead, it starts to move, rubbing her, making her wet. She turns to face her unseen assailant, her breath hitching at the sight of his hungry gaze. He pushes her against the wall, his body pressing into hers, his cock a steel rod against her stomach. She can't see his face, but she can feel his desire, raw and untamed, as he grinds against her, his hands roaming her body, claiming her, making her his in the shadowy recesses of the metro.