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Train Delay Creampie (Part 1)

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-05 00:16:03

I step onto the train just after eleven, the platform still damp from the morning rain that never quite decided to stop. My bag is light, just a change of clothes and a book I probably won’t open, and I claim a seat in the nearly empty car, window side, facing forward. The air smells of metal, old upholstery, and the faint citrus cleaner they use between runs. Outside, the station slides past in a blur of concrete and faded posters as we pull away.

For twenty minutes, nothing happens. Fields re
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    Filling the open doorway as though it were carved from the darkness itself, the creature's eyes burn the same black as the blood still drying on my sleeve. I throw myself forward before it can fully enter the van. My shoulder slams into its chest, and we crash onto the concrete outside. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs. Claws rake across my back, tearing through fabric and skin in three long lines. Pain flashes along my spine, bright and white.I roll and come up with the silver knife already in my hand. The thing is faster than the ones inside the warehouse. It circles me, head tilted, nostrils flaring as it catches the scent of the open wound on my arm and the fresh blood still coating the man inside the van. I feint left and drive the blade low into its thigh. Black fluid spurts from the wound. It screams, a sound like metal tearing, then backhands me, sending me skidding across the grit.My head rings. I taste copper. The creature limps after me, one leg dragging behind

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Feed And Fuck (Part 1)

    The warehouse stinks of gunpowder and wet concrete when an explosion tears through the east wall. I am already moving before the dust settles, boots slamming against the floor as I clear the corridor ahead. My partner is somewhere behind me, shouting something about falling back, but I don't stop. The target is here. I can feel it in the way the air sits heavier than it should, in the faint metallic tang that never belongs in an abandoned shipping yard.A shape drops from the rafters. I fire twice. The rounds punch into its chest, but the thing keeps coming, claws scraping sparks off the metal railing. I switch to the silver load and put three more into its throat. It finally folds, black blood spraying across my sleeve. Behind me, more of them pour through the breach. Too many. The intel was wrong again.I spin and cut left toward the loading bay. A body slams into me from the side, and we go down hard. Teeth snap an inch from my face. I jam the barrel of the pistol under its jaw and

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Train Delay Creampie (Part 4)

    As the train gathers speed, trees and fields blur past the windows. Honey sits across from me, her shirt still open, the marks on her breasts visible beneath the thin fabric. The dark patch at the crotch of her jeans has spread.She watches me for a while before speaking.“You are not going to pretend this did not happen.”“No,” I reply.“Good.”Silence settles between us as the carriage sways. She glances at the stain on her jeans, then meets my eyes.“I can still feel you inside me. Every shift of the train reminds me.”I nod. My own jeans still carry the trace of her mouth and what came before.She rises and heads for the connecting door without another word. I follow. She leads me to the far end of the carriage, where a narrow service closet sits half-hidden behind a bulkhead. The door is unlocked. We step inside, and she shuts it behind us.The space is barely wider than my shoulders. A single dim bulb casts a weak yellow glow across the metal floor. The train's movement rocks us

  • TWISTED ECSTASY   Train Delay Creampie (Part 3)

    The footsteps grow louder. I pull her shirt closed as best I can and tug her jeans to her hips, though they remain unbuttoned. Honey slips back into the seat across from me, and I settle into mine. We both stare through the rain-streaked windows as if nothing happened. My cock is half hard, damp from her mouth. Faint marks bloom beneath the thin fabric covering her breasts. The door at the end of the carriage slides open.A conductor steps inside with a tablet in hand. He glances at us, scans the empty seats farther down, then nods.“Signal is still down. Looks like another hour, at least,” he says.We mumble our thanks. He continues down the aisle and disappears through the far door. The instant it shuts, she rises from her seat.She presses me against the window and settles onto my lap, facing me. Her jeans hang open. She reaches between us and frees my cock. It hardens in her hand. Lifting herself slightly, she pushes her jeans and underwear below her hips before lowering onto me i

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    Keeping my hand high on her thigh, I lean in and our mouths meet again. The kiss turns hungry at once. Honey's tongue slips past my lips, and I answer with equal force. The open collar of her shirt gives me room to slide my hand inside. Lace brushes my palm. I cup the soft weight, feeling the nipple tighten beneath the thin fabric. She presses into my touch while her fingers undo my shirt, one button at a time.The car remains empty. I break the kiss, shove her shirt off her shoulders, and let it trap her arms at the elbows. Black lace still shields her. Lowering my head, I drag my tongue along the upper curve where fabric meets skin. She arches instinctively, but the pinned sleeves keep her restrained. I bite the soft swell just hard enough to leave a mark before soothing it with slow, wet circles. Her breathing grows ragged. I hook my fingers beneath the lace and pull both cups down, baring her to the cool air inside the car.I draw a nipple between my teeth, stretching the sensitiv

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    I step onto the train just after eleven, the platform still damp from the morning rain that never quite decided to stop. My bag is light, just a change of clothes and a book I probably won’t open, and I claim a seat in the nearly empty car, window side, facing forward. The air smells of metal, old upholstery, and the faint citrus cleaner they use between runs. Outside, the station slides past in a blur of concrete and faded posters as we pull away.For twenty minutes, nothing happens. Fields replace the city. I stretch my legs into the aisle and watch the countryside roll by, low green hills, a line of trees bent by the wind, the occasional farmhouse with its windows shut against the weather. Then the door at the far end of the car opens, and she walks in.She is carrying a soft leather tote and a folded coat. Blue jeans, a loose white shirt that has come untucked on one side, boots that look broken in. Her hair is pulled back, but pieces have escaped around her face. She scans the em

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    The next morning, my body still remembers every second of last night.I wake up aching in the best and worst ways. My thighs are sore, my nipples still sensitive from how he pinched and teased them. Every time I move, I feel the ghost of Damien’s fingers inside me, the low growl of his voice saying

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    My body is still trembling, his two broad fingers buried deep inside me, when those five words hit like ice water.“Who the hell are you?”He doesn’t pull his hand away. Instead, he curls his fingers slowly, pressing against that spot that makes my knees buckle. A fresh wave of pleasure rips throug

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