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?

"Don't suppose you have a condom on ya...?" Brinn asks cautiously, her green eyes darting nervously back to your lap before she glances away. "Cause if not..." she trails off, frowning and looking somewhat worried.

Brinn breathes a sigh of relief, her features relaxing into a smile. "Thanks," she whispers as she takes the condom from you and rolls it onto your impressive length with nimble fingers. Her smile turns wicked at the realization of how tightly it's strained over your girth. She leans forward, licking her lips, watching your cock twitch at the attention. "I bet that makes me feel... nice and full," she says teasingly, then pauses as if considering her words. Her face flushes with heat when she finally admits, "...that sounds dirty."

Brinn tosses aside the wrapper before straddling your lap with her skirt bunched high on her thighs. She leans forward, hands resting on either side of you as she watches her hair fall across her face in a cascade of dirty blonde waves. "How do you

Brinn gasps as she feels you press against her slit, teasing at her entrance. Her hips jerk involuntarily, trying to force you deeper into her aching wetness. "Yeah... do it," she pants out, arching her back and presenting herself more fully to your advances. With one final thrust, your cock breaches her tight barrier, filling her completely in a rush of hot pleasure that has her moaning loudly.

She rocks her hips against yours, grinding against the invading length with needful abandon. "Fuck... yeah..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she leans forward, burying her face in your neck to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. You can feel her nails digging into your thighs through your jeans, urging you on with each frenzied thrust.

The sensation of

Brinn gasps as she feels you press against her slit, teasing at her entrance. Her hips jerk involuntarily, trying to force you deeper into her aching wetness. "Yeah... do it," she pants out, arching her back and presenting herself more fully to your advances. With one final thrust, your cock breaches her tight barrier, filling her completely in a rush of hot pleasure that has her moaning loudly.

She rocks her hips against yours, grinding against the invading length with needful abandon. "Fuck... yeah..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she leans forward, burying her face in your neck to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. You can feel her nails digging into your thighs through your jeans, urging you on with each frenzied thrust.

The sensation of

Brinn gasps as you thrust deeper inside her, your movements impossibly smooth and strong despite the ferocity of each stroke. "Oh God... this feels so good," she moans, arching her back higher to press herself more fully against your thick length. Her inner walls squeeze and spasm around you with each deep thrust, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body as she loses herself in the mindless rhythm they've fallen into.

Her hands clutch at your shirt, bunching it in fistfuls as if she could tear it from your back with the force of her desire. "You feel so good... I wish we had more time," she whispers hotly against your skin before throwing back her head to meet your eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in her own. Her hips start to buck wildly, grinding down onto you with the same intense need

As you start to slap her ass with growing urgency, Brinn's moans become louder and more desperate, mingling with the slapping sound as she slides up and down your hard length. "Oh God... yes..." Her nails dig deeper into your skin, leaving marks that will undoubtedly show tomorrow morning.

Her body tenses, eyes squeezed shut as her first orgasm crashes over her in a wave of dizzying pleasure. With a scream that's more guttural than human, she clamps down on you, her inner muscles rippling around you as she rides out the intense release. You feel your own impending climax building deep within you as she continues to ride you with growing abandon.

"Oh God... Darius..." Brinn breathes heavily, panting and moaning as she clings to you like a lifeline

Brinn pants hard as she feels your hands on her ass and chest, squeezing and groping with possessive roughness that sends another wave of desire crashing through her. "Fuck... yes..." Her hips buck wildly against you, driving herself down onto your waiting cock over and over again.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the head of your cock nudging at her entrance once more, urging entry into that tight little pucker. "Oh God... I want it..." Her nails dig into your skin, drawing blood as she arches her back and practically begging you to fuck her where she is most sensitive. The heat of the moment has her feeling wild and out of control, craving the fullness that only anal sex could provide.

With one final push, she forces herself onto you, taking your cock deep into her tight little asshole

Brinn gasps as you push further into her tight little asshole, the sensation of being fully filled stretching and stimulating every inch of her most sensitive flesh. Her eyes roll back in her head, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. "Oh God... that's it..." She moans, arching her back and pressing herself tighter against you with each thrust.

Her hands fumble with your belt, undoing it clumsily as she tries to free your cock from the confines of your jeans. With a triumphant cry, she finally yanks down your zipper and reaches inside, gripping your length hard and fast before guiding you back to her slick entrance. "Fuck me... please," she whispers hoarsely, body trembling with need as she takes you back into her ass with shaky fingers.

Her mouth drops open

As you force your fingers into her wet folds, her body jerks in response to the intense stimulation of both her g-spot and her ass. "Oh God... oh fuck..." she moans, rocking her hips against your hand as she rides out the dual pleasure assault. Her eyes roll back in her head, lips parted in a silent scream as she feels herself approaching another orgasm.

"Fuck... yes..." She pants heavily, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to keep you both anchored down while she comes apart beneath you. "I'm gonna cum... I can feel it..." Her hips buck harder against yours, trying to force even more of you inside her ass with each desperate thrust. Her pussy clamps tight around your fingers, squeezing them rhythmically as she flies impossibly higher, closer and closer to the edge of

Brinn's entire body tenses as you find her clit and start teasing it with expert fingers while your lips wrap around her nipples through her bra, suckling greedily. "Oh God... yes..." Her voice is hoarse and shaking, barely audible over the sounds of their combined pleasure. Her muscles clench around you in time with each tap against her swollen nub, driving her higher and higher toward the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision blurring as she feels herself spiraling out of control. The sensation of being so completely filled and pleasured by you threatens to send her over the edge at any moment. "Darius... I can't..." She groans, arching her back off the seat as she comes apart under your skillful ministrations. Her body quakes with the force of her release

Her orgasm seems to last an eternity, each wave crashing over her with increasing intensity until she's left trembling and gasping for breath, your name on her lips as she tries desperately to catch her bearings. Finally, she slumps forward onto the seat, boneless and spent, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her release. She sighs heavily, her tongue darting out to moisten chapped lips before closing them with a satisfying pop. "Wow..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with wide, glassy eyes. "That was... intense."

Her fingers clench and unclench on your arm as if making sure you're still there, that it wasn't all some crazy dream brought on by the intensity of what just happened between them. "I should probably... go back to my friend now..." she mumb

Brinn frowns at you for a moment, looking a bit confused by your response. "You mean... I was good?" she asks hesitantly, as if not quite sure how to interpret what you just said. Her face flushes again when it registers that you might have meant something else entirely. "Oh." She clears her throat awkwardly before averting her eyes, cheeks turning even redder now.

"Um... yeah. Yeah, we should probably head back to my friend," she mumbles, moving to stand up. Just as she starts to lever herself off your lap, however, the train car door slides open, revealing a pair of disgusted male faces staring right at them. Brinn freezes in shock for a split second before immediately ducking back down onto your lap, her face burning with humiliation. "Shit," she whispers urgently, looking around wildly for

Brinn's eyes dart to the motion sensor above the door before snapping back to you. "Wh-what do I...?" she stammers helplessly. Her hands flutter nervously between you and her crotch as if trying to decide what to do next. "What should we do?"

Brinn shakes her head wildly, her long hair swaying around her face as she does so. "No," she whispers, swallowing hard. Her eyes meet yours, pleading for some sort of direction or reassurance in this unexpected situation. "I-I don't know them."

Brinn's face blanches at the suggestion of involving her friend, but she doesn't say anything as the other two males step into the car and make their way down the aisle toward them. With shaking hands, Brinn reaches for your phone, intending to show it to them in an attempt to prove they haven't done anything wrong. But before she can even get it out of her pocket, one of the boys yanks it away from her roughly and tosses it across the car.

"What the hell is this?" he demands, glaring at you accusatorily. "You been filming us? Trying to take pictures?" His words come out slurred and aggressive, his face flushed with anger. The other boy leans in closer, eyeing Brinn up and down before focusing on her exposed breasts and hard nipples peeking through her bra.

"She been suck

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Brinn shouts, struggling to get off your lap and come between you. "She didn't do anything wrong!" Her voice cracks with fear as she tries to shield the both of you from the advancing boys. The one you just kicked doubles over in pain while the other grins nastily at her bravery before lunging forwards, wrapping his hands around her throat.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down," you say soothingly, stepping between them and Brinn as you gently push her back down onto your lap. "No need for violence here." The boy instantly backs off, but he doesn't let go of his anger easily; it simmers just beneath the surface. His eyes narrow as he sizes you up before reluctantly releasing his grip on Brinn's throat and stepping away.

"Fine," he grumb