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Anna is so eager to please you, right here, right now (PART 2)
🕑 Added 2025-03-01 18:00:08 +0000 UTCThe train sways gently along the tracks, the golden afternoon light spilling in through the wide windows, streaking across Anna’s bare thighs. The denim of her ripped shorts is frayed at the edges, little white threads barely clinging to the fabric as she shifts in her seat. Her pink blouse, soft and slightly oversized, slides off one shoulder just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her collarbone.
She’s watching you. Not obviously—no, Anna likes to play. She leans back against the seat, one leg crossed over the other, fingers idly toying with the fabric of her blouse, twisting it as if lost in thought. But the glint in her eyes says otherwise. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
The train hums beneath you both, steady, rhythmic, almost like a heartbeat. A few passengers sit scattered across the carriage, but none of them are paying attention. The world outside rushes past in a blur of green and gold, but here, in this small space, time stretches—thick, heavy, expectant.
Anna shifts again, letting her knee press just barely against yours. Her lips twitch, the ghost of a smirk playing at the edges. “You don’t mind, do you?” she murmurs, voice just above a whisper. As if the question is innocent. As if she doesn’t already know the answer.
She leans in, slow and deliberate, her breath warm against your skin. There’s something in the way she moves—hesitant yet sure, teasing yet eager. The way her fingers graze your thigh, barely there, like she’s waiting for permission she knows she doesn’t need.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” she confesses, her voice barely audible over the soft clatter of the train. There’s a heat in her words, in the way her lips part just slightly, her tongue flicking over them as if she’s tasting the idea.
She starts slow, savoring the moment, the anticipation. Anna isn’t one to rush. She likes to tease, to test, to make you feel every inch of her attention. She glances up every so often, eyes filled with something playful, something wicked. She’s enjoying this—not just for you, but for herself.
The warmth between you builds, thickens, like the summer air pressing against the train windows. Her movements grow bolder, more confident, her breath quickening with each passing second. The world outside is still rushing by, passengers still lost in their own worlds, but here, in this moment, nothing else exists.
She loves this—loves the way your body reacts, loves knowing she’s the reason for it. Her fingers tighten slightly, her lips curving into a self-satisfied smile against your skin. She’s completely lost in it now, lost in the rhythm, the heat, the way you make her feel.
And she has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
