Pure Virgin Pink: First Train Ride

The metro car fills with the scent of her innocence, a sweet perfume that intoxicates him. He leans closer, his breath tickling her ear, "You're a virgin, aren't you?" She freezes, her breath hitching. "How do you know?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. He smiles, a wolfish grin, "I can tell. You're untouched, pure. But you want to be touched, don't you?" Her eyes widen, her mouth opening slightly, a silent invitation. The metro jerks to a stop, breaking the spell. She rushes out, leaving him with a promise in her eyes. He smiles, knowing he'll see her again, on their next journey together.

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