Resist the pleasure

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 didn't want to believe she had gotten so horny, and as such she did her best to press back those feelings, holding back and stifling any moan that tried to make their way out of her lips, at the same time trying in vain to keep her legs to shut to limit his actions.