The city never sleeps, nor does the hunger for anonymous, hard fucking. In the dead of night, a lone figure prowls the subway platform, hunger written all over their face. As a train pulls in, they spot you, standing at the end of the car, and approach with purpose. The doors close behind them, sealing you both in a private, moving cocoon. Their hands are rough, urgent as they push you against the wall, hitching up your skirt, revealing your soaking wet panties. They waste no time, tearing them off and plunging deep inside you, fucking you hard and fast as the city races by outside.