I Couldn't Resist And Fucked Up A Female Teacher With Sexy Tits, And She Was More Captivated By My Skills Than Her Fiancé........

The usual commuter train. The usual packed train. And the usual groping I detest. If I just endured it, I could get by. But that day was different. A hand roughly kneading my full breasts. Fingertips teasing my sensitive nipples. A technique stroking my ass and slowly massaging it up. Quietly, surely, my secret entrance, which I could tell was getting wet... I couldn't hold back anymore. I had come to want it. My self-identity as a holy person, the existence of my fiancé—none of it mattered. I just wanted this groper to thrust into the depths of my pleasure. To drive my urges. Today again, she forgets everything and seeks her sexually pleasurable commute.