Public Pipes: Invisible Throating

The city's rhythm echoes through the tunnel, a steady beat that mirrors the pulse of the stranger's desire. They're invisible, a ghost in the machine, their existence known only to their willing partner. The train's motion provides a subtle, persistent rhythm, as the stranger's head bobs, their lips stretched tight around the rigid shaft. Saliva glistens, a silvery thread connecting mouth to cock as they work, their eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The train screeches to a halt, and the stranger pulls away, leaving their partner hard and wanting. As the doors open, the figure slips out, melting into the crowd, leaving behind a fleeting, anonymous encounter.

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