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Thuf 2年前
I remember being really fondled on a packed London underground train... so freaking horny. The guy in the navy pinstripe suit who was stroking my ass and pushing at my bumhole had a hard-on like a broom handle under his loose fitting trousers. I squeezed his cock. When I gently squeezed his heavy hanging balls, he groaned so loud that people turned their heads to look at him. Luckily my hands were out of sight, hidden by the tightly packed bodies and he just looked embarrassedly at the carriage ceiling. I think he may have actually cum, because, at the next stop, he jumped off the train.
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