The train was still packed, thick with the stench of sweat, perfume, and now sex. Stiles 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.
Derek smirked, grabbing Stilesβs chin.













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