She was in sweaty ecstasy and she was mine. Xxx As I fumbled looking for the right words, Sofia removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt, and then reached forward to caress my now solid 8″ through the thin wool of my pants letting a deep moan escape her lips. oh my god! Over the next few stops, as the train raced towards my eventual terminus, I learned that Sofia was indeed here from Barcelona where she had begrudgingly left her fiancé in order to come to NYC and work on her phD. “That was just to say thank you for being so nice to me today…” she said with mock innocence and then kissed me, the salty taste of my sticky cum still on her breath. Still wearing my soaked suit sans jacket and shoes I gently rapped on the bathroom door and called in, “Hey,
