The hand on your chest releases?

As the man continues to {if defy=2}fuck{elseif sub=2}pleasure himself{else}hump{endif} your thighs, the hand he's had on your breast relaxes. You give a quiet {if defy=2}huff{elseif sub=2}whimper{else}sigh{endif} of relief as the pressure eases, but you stiffen as you feel his fingers starting to run down the front of your body. Dipping your head to watch, you squirm uncomfortably as his hand reaches past your bellybutton, to your midriff, and his fingertips slip beneath the front of your shirt. Your eyes widen as he pulls up, up, lifting your shirt, his rough fingers scraping against your smooth, sensitive skin, and you manage to squeak out a quiet, "{if defy=2}Stop!{elseif sub=2}Please...!{else}No!{endif}"

The man answers in a chuckle as his knuckles drag up against your lower chest, {if wearbra=no}"Heh, I bin known you ain't got a bra on... lemme have a peek of them hot teen tits."{else}"Heh, it's fine, girly, this ain't gonna hurtcha none."{endif}

Before you can do anything to stop him, he yanks your shirt up the rest of the way, lifting it past your breasts and to your shoulders. Your {if wearbra=false}round, firm tits bounce free from your shirt, jiggling a little as they hang, perky and upright, on your naked chest{else}tits jiggle a little, concealed within your tight pink bra, your cleavage enhanced a little by the too-small piece of underwear{endif}. A {if defy=2}sob{elseif sub=2}whimper{else}gasp{endif} of embarassment and shame pops from your lips and your body trembles as the feeling of exposure almost overwhelms you - you're thankful that at least you're in the corner of the subway car, mostly hidden from view of the crowd around you.

The {if defy=2}cock{elseif sub=2}penis{else}dick{endif} between your thighs moves a little faster, as though the pervert is getting more excited by what he's done to you, and you hear his ragged breathing in your ear. The hand he used to raise your shirt slides back down, {if wearpanties=true}skimming past your {if wearbra=no}fully exposed, bouncing tits{else}bra-covered tits,{endif} and running down your naked belly. He drops his hand down, down, past your abdomen, beneath the swaying front of your skirt, and presses his hand into the fork of your legs. At first you think he's trying to touch you there, too - but then you realize he's fumbling with the crotch of your panties, trying to slip a fingertip beneath them{else}grabbing onto one of your bouncing, naked tits. His fingers dig in, hard, squeezing at the firm, sensitive mound, and you {if defy=2}cry out softly{elseif sub=2}mewl weakly{else}gasp{endif} as he kneads and massages your supple tit{endif}.