Give in to his touch.

No matter how wet she was, no matter how hard her nipples were, no matter how close to orgasm she was, Roze didn't want to believe that a random molester in the subway was making her feel so good. How could she feel so aroused in such a public location? Especially in the hands of a stranger, a man she didn't knew anything about, be it his name, his life, or even his face. The only thing she knew were his hands, those hands that were pleasing her like nobody ever was able to, not even Leon in those few make out session they had. Were they even make out session? Compared to this molester's experienced handling, anything Leon attempted before could be compared to a child's game.

Yet she couldn't do anything about it, Roze was unable to reject the pleasure, the most her mind could handle was to stifle any moan that tried to make their way out of her lips, while on the contrary her body wholeheartedly accepted his touch and even began to search for more by itself, pushing her twitching hips against his hand which promptly responded to the plea for pleasure, redoubling their effort by playing with her clit and even beginning to finger her thoroughly, searching for her inner sensitive spots and teasing them as much as he could, bringing about wave after wave of pleasure to the horny girl.