The train was still packed, thick with the stench of sweat, perfume, and now sex. Koo sat sprawled on the sticky seat, her dress bunched at her waist, her pussy and ass leaking cum, her face glazed in it. Strangers gawked openly, phones still out, some hiding erections, some whispering.
Han smirked, grabbing Kooβs chin.

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