“Get on,” he said. It was a slow build of lust, of need, deep in her cunt, but he wouldn’t let her control the pace, wouldn’t allow her to buck against him, instead keeping up a slow, rhythmic bounce, accentuated only by the occasional bump of the train on its rails. Blowjob sex Kitka had squeaked as the girl approached, and tried to get off Eric’s lap, but he held her for a moment, and whispered in her ear, “You can get up, but *I* want you to stay.” Then he had released her waist. “Really.”
“Thank *you*,” said Eric. She was confused. There were other people on the platform, though none were looking at her specifically. And then she looked at him, and grinned, and held his gaze. Then Eric spread his legs. Eric would never *make* her do anything. I want you thinking about it all dinner. “Well,” she said, “I don’t imagine we can do an expensive dinner like that every night. The two spectators sprang
