Anonymous Subway Strokes

The crowded metro car pulses with the rhythm of the city, but two strangers find their own beat. The woman, cloaked in a trench coat, her eyes hidden behind dark glasses, selects her mark. She inches closer, her gloved hand reaching out, tracing the outline of his erection through his pants. He stiffens, not from fear, but anticipation. She unzips him, her cool fingers wrapping around his hot, hard flesh. His book falls to the floor, forgotten. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Don't move. Don't make a sound." He nods, his body tensing as she begins to stroke, her grip tight, her rhythm steady, until he can't hold back any longer, his body convulsing silently as he spills into her waiting hand.

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