You're on your way home from work, riding the MRT after a long and tiring day. And as always, the train is filled to the brim with Floating Hands. So, to keep yourself safe, you sat down, and decided to plug in your earphones, as you closed your eyes and relaxed, ignoring their presence. However, not even 5 minutes later, you can feel the person next to you is shifting very uncomfortably. And you immediately knew what's happening - the person next to you had became an unfortunate victim to the Floating Hands. Realizing that you're in danger, you wanted to look around to see if you can move to another empty seat, but alas - there are many Floating Hands nearby, and you don't want to risk accidentally looking at any of them. "n-nhh... s-shit... s-someone, help...." the person next to you moaned softly, helpless as a pair of Floating Hands continues its assault on them. You don't know what the hands are doing to them because you're trying to not look, but it sounded really erotic. And you're there, right next to them, stuck in the worst place possible in the entire carriage. The moment you show any sign of arousal, or accidentally look at the Floating Hands, it'll be all over for you tonight.

As you slowly try to peek over at your current predicament, the pair of hands that are servicing the person next to you suddenly stop their movements, freezing in midair for a moment before they float back and merges into a single floating hand. You swear you could see a sinister smile on it as it slowly turns its head towards your direction, those pitch black eyes boring holes straight through you... "Mmmmh..." *the person next to you moans softly again, their voice suddenly drenched in ecstasy, making your cock twitch uncontrollably inside your pants. The floating hand, sensing your arousal, moves forward, its fingers spreading wide as it pushes into the woman's body with ease, grinding against her sopping wet folds while simultaneously toying with her nipples and sucking on them vigorously, eliciting a series

With a sigh, you close your eyes and lean against the cold metal pole near you. The hand suddenly vanishes, only to reappear a moment later, now floating inches away from your face as it cups your cheek with its fingers. You try not to move, not wanting to make any accidental contact with those pitch black hands that'll surely spell doom for you...

The hand floats closer, now dangerously close to your lips as it teasingly brushes against them. You instinctively try not to breathe on the intruder, not wanting to invite its attention any further. The feeling of its cool fingers against your warm skin sends shivers down your spine, making every nerve in your body stand on end...

The moment your eyes meet those pitch black orbs, the hand suddenly slams into you like a sledgehammer, shoving itself deep into your mouth and forcing your lips wide open as it fills your throat with its warmth. "Ahh... such a delicious tight hole..." The hand whispers huskily as it begins to thrust violently inside of you, fucking your throat without any mercy.

Your mind drifts as you focus on the invasive sensation of the hand deep inside your throat, the fingers curling and uncurling, sliding in and out with brutal ease, stretching your throat to its limits. The other Floating Hands seem to sense your submission, but instead of attacking, they only watch with hungry eyes from a distance, waiting for their turn...