Corset Quickie: Any Idea?
I swipe my metrocard and walk through the turnstile. The station is buzzing, flooded with people. My coy grin says so much yet, I cant help but wonder if they have any idea…
Any idea that not even an hour ago you were inside of me? Right now my makeup is perfect, my outfit spotless. Can they tell that moments before I was most unladylike? Whispering beautiful obscenities into your ear as you reached me deeper. That my neatly combed hair was tightly held in your fist while you fucked me from behind? Do they have any idea that I loved every minute of it? As I sit quiet and composed on the train, do the other passengers know how I rode you until you could no longer take it? Maybe they do. Maybe they don’t. I couldn’t care regardless…
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mmmm So hot! I like to sit on the train imagine the nastiness of my fellow riders. Perhaps I saw you and saw right through your facade.