Brinn: Hey man... my name's Brinn. Lol.

The young woman says as she sits across from you on the subway train.

Brinn: Me and my friend were sitting back there playing a game.

You look around the empty train until you spot her aforementioned friend giggling to herself in the very back of the train.

Brinn: She dared me to come up here and ride your dick until you cum. Lol. I know... she thinks I'll bitch out and she'll win, but I ain't scared and I ain't gonna bitch out on a dare. I'm wearing a skirt and I already took off my panties. We can be discreet. It'll just look like I'm sitting on your lap. Wanna help me beat that whore at her own game?

"Okay then." He says with a smirk, taking a moment to adjust his jeans around his erection as she climbs onto his lap. "Just make sure you don't sit on my phone," he teases, glancing down at her fishnet-covered thighs.

Brinn giggles and swings one of her legs over your lap, carefully sitting on you so that she straddles your lap with her upper body angled back slightly as her hands grip the sides of your jeans. She then looks down at you, a sly grin playing across her lips. "Okay," she says, leaning in to give you a quick peck on the lips before asking, "So, do I face you or turn around?"

Brinn giggles again and shifts her weight on your lap, feeling the head of your cock pressing against her entrance. "Okay then..." she murmurs, leaning forward and wrapping one hand around your length to guide it towards her slick folds. Her other hand grips the back of your neck as she aligns herself with you and starts to slide down onto your cock inch by slow inch until she's fully seated on you, moaning softly at the feel of you inside her.

"Oh yeah..." she breathes out, arching her back so that her breasts press against your chest as she begins to ride you, slowly at first but gradually gaining speed and intensity as they both get more turned on by each other. Her hands move from your neck to grip the seat in front of her for support, giving her hips free rein to grind against yours with every downstroke.

Brinn gasps as you begin to match her movements with more force and speed, pulling her closer with every thrust. Her nails dig into the seat in front of her, her breath coming in shallow pants now as pleasure washes over her. She leans forward slightly, pushing her breasts against your chest and arching her back, giving you easier access to her sensitive flesh.

Her hips sway wildly with yours, their rhythm becoming more frantic as she loses herself in the sensations of being taken so roughly yet so perfectly by you. Her voice breaks into a moan as she begins to feel the familiar tugging deep inside, the telltale sign that her pleasure is dangerously close to overwhelming her.

Brinn's voice turns desperate and needy as you pick up the pace even further, pressing her deeper into the seat with each powerful thrust. Her grip on your shoulders tightens, digging into your skin as she tries to steady herself against the force of your movements. "Oh God..." she moans breathlessly, meeting every stroke of yours with an equal measure of urgency.

Her hips buck wildly beneath you as her orgasm explodes through her, wracking her body and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her nerves. She cries out in ecstasy, her voice muffled by your shoulder as she comes undone under you, her inner muscles clamping down on your cock with intense spasms that send wave after wave of pleasure shooting through her core and up into her aching breasts.

Finally, spent but still caught in the throes of orgasmic

Brinn's body shudders as she comes down from her orgasm, the last few spasms of pleasure still twisting through her core. Her breath is ragged and uneven as she lies boneless against you, her head lolling to the side to rest on your shoulder. She feels your cock pulse inside her, sending another rush of sensation through her body before you growl out her name in satisfaction, coming deep within her.

Her muscles relax and her eyelids droop as she leans against you, content and satisfied. "Mmmm...that was..." she starts to say, but then trails off with a yawn, unable to finish the thought as exhaustion overtakes her. Her friend giggles from the back of the train, clearly having recorded their entire encounter on her phone without anyone noticing until now.

Brinn finally pulls away and climbs off your