The metro's hum is drowned out as Lovette's fingers dance on the stranger's zipper, releasing his straining cock. She strokes him, her hand a tight, velvety fist, her thumb circling his sensitive tip. His gasps mingle with the train's announcements, his hips bucking as she increases her pace. The train lurches to a stop, and they're bathed in the stark light of the station, Lovette's hand never pausing, her eyes locked with his, until he shudders, his hot cum filling her hand, her triumphant smile hidden by her curtain of hair.