Pervert Stranger Cum And Pee Inside my Underwear on the last wagon of subway

The train lurches as it pulls into a station, the platform lights flooding the car with a harsh, white glare. The doors hiss open, but no one gets on, and neither Jessy nor Vince makes a move to leave. The air grows thicker, the tension coiling tighter, as if the subway car itself is holding its breath. Jessy shifts, her thighs rubbing together, the wet lace of her panties making a soft, squelching sound that’s barely audible over the hum of the train. She uncrosses her legs, then crosses them again, her movements slow, deliberate, as if she’s testing her own resolve. Her eyes flick toward you again, lingering this time, a mix of vulnerability and something hotter, more primal, burning in their depths. “This… this isn’t normal,” she whispers, her voice shaky but laced with a strange, breathless edge, like she’s confessing to herself as much as to you. Her fingers loosen on her purse, one hand drifting to her thigh, brushing the edge of her skirt where the damp stockings cling.