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Last Train Temptation
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 16:01:41 +0000 UTCThe last train of the night rumbled through the dark, cutting past Tokyo’s quiet suburbs. The fluorescent lights buzzed, casting a harsh glow over the empty car. Keiko slumped against the window, cheek mashed to the glass, her tight miniskirt bunched high on her thighs. She’d torn up Roppongi clubs all night—dancing wild, sipping fruity drinks, the beat still thrumming in her veins. Her outfit screamed party: a shiny black halter top, hugging her curves, and that tiny skirt barely covering anything. Her dark hair spilled messy, clinging to her glossy lips as she dozed, tipsy and loose.
Past 2 a.m., final station under an hour out. The train rocked her gently, keeping her under. Then came the soft clack-clack of shoes—Takahashi, the conductor, on rounds. His navy JR East uniform stayed crisp, cap tilted over tired eyes. He paused by her seat, checking his clipboard. Another drunk passenger risking a missed stop. “Oi, miss,” he said, low but firm. “Next station’s close. You getting off?”
No reply. Keiko’s chest rose slow, legs sprawled careless. Her skirt had slid up, flashing pink lace—her panties, soft and sheer against pale skin. Takahashi’s breath snagged, heat spiking his neck. “Crap,” he muttered, eyes lingering too long. Those thighs, that lace—pure trouble.
“Miss,” he tried again, louder, nudging her shoulder. His fingers brushed her—warm, smooth—and she stirred. Keiko’s eyes fluttered open, bleary, locking onto his. A tipsy grin crept up. “Ne, you were staring, huh?” Her voice was slurry, teasing, rough from club shouts.
Takahashi yanked his hand back, face burning. “N-No, I was just—”
“Ehhh, liar!” She stretched slow, arching her back, top straining over her chest. The skirt hiked higher, untouched. “Caught you, conductor-kun.” Her fingers trailed her thigh, then brushed his hand, giggling. “You’re too nice to say no, ne?” His throat locked, pulse hammering.
The train swayed through a tunnel, lights flickering. Keiko leaned closer, knee grazing his leg, her scent—sweat, sweet perfume—flooding him. “Bet you wanna touch,” she whispered, guiding his hand to her skin. His fingers shook, brushing her thigh, then higher. She was damp through the lace, hot, and he groaned low as he traced her, feeling her twitch.
“Don’t tease, ne,” she whined, polite but needy, tugging his hand under the fabric. His fingers slid inside, tight and slick, her walls gripping hard. “Hai, there!” she gasped, rocking into him. She got wetter fast, friction melting to a smooth glide, her moans sharpening.
The train’s hum faded, world shrinking to them. Takahashi knelt, knees on gritty floor, and tugged her panties aside. The lace snagged, then gave, and he leaned in—tongue hitting her, warm and wet. She yelped, “Kimochii!”—hands fisting his hair, thighs clamping his head. He licked slow, then fast, tasting her heat, her shakes driving him wild.
“Please, conductor-kun,” she panted, clawing his uniform. “Need you—now, ne?” He snapped, fumbling his belt, pants dropping just enough. Hard and ready, he let her pull him close, legs hooking his waist. He pressed in, sliding along her slick folds, then paused—gripping her thighs tight, breath shaky. “Dame da…” he muttered, half to himself, but she begged, “Move, onegai!” He thrust—slow, tight, her walls hugging him. “So good!” she moaned, nails biting his shoulders.
He pulled back, thrust harder, friction hot and tight. Her wetness soaked him, easing the slide. Then he ramped up—vigorous now, hips snapping sharp and deep, the train’s sway rocking them harder. Her pussy leaked, juices dripping down her thighs, slicking his cock as he pounded into her. The wet slap-slap echoed, her moans spiking—“Faster, ne!”—her hips bucking wild to meet him. He spread her thighs wider, driving deeper, her dripping heat coating them both, the seat beneath her growing damp.
“Iku, iku!” she cried, walls fluttering. He felt it building, his thrusts faltering as he neared the edge. She noticed—grinned wicked—and clenched hard around him, a tight, deliberate squeeze. “Inside, ne! Do it!” That broke him. He thrust deep once more, burying himself, and froze as he came—hot, thick spurts flooding her core. She clamped down tighter—“Ahn, yes!”—milking him dry as she shook, thighs quaking, juices leaking out around him, her head lolling back. He groaned, holding her through it, their breaths ragged, the air thick with their mess.
The train slowed, speaker crackling the next stop. Takahashi pulled out, a sticky mix of cum and her juices trailing her thigh. Keiko slumped, giggling, still tipsy. “Arigatou, conductor-kun,” she purred, standing wobbly. She faced him, adjusting her panties slow—fingers brushing the soaked lace, smirking as he watched—then tugged her skirt down sloppy. “Best ride, ne.” She leaned close, breath hot on his neck, then winked, stumbling out with a blown kiss as the doors shut.
He stood, dazed, a flicker of “what did I just do?” in his gut. His eyes dropped to the seat—a damp patch glistened, sweat and their mingled mess shining under the lights. He traced a finger through it, heat flaring low, her musky-sweet scent clinging to him. Then duty kicked in. Sighing, he grabbed a cloth, scrubbing it away quick and hard, erasing their chaos. The train rolled on, quiet, but he thought, Worth every second.
Comments
DavidR
WOW!!!!!!!!
Esteban Seijo
This images are so hot and beautiful. She is so cute 😍🔥. A whole set with her would be great(with sex images and solo ecchi images)
SPARK352
She's incredibly cute 🥰
