Transgender Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Polar Express, my ass. I stepped onto the New York subway with a wrinkle in my nose. Being a California girl, I’d heard Christmas in New York City was magical. The smell of this car was anything but magical. All of the seats looked stained and diseased, so I reached up and held onto the bar above my head. The car was pretty crowded, and as we took off into the chilly night, I stumbled backward and into the chest of a very handsome man.
He smiled and helped me straighten myself. The four-inch heeled knee-high boots I wore seemed to have given me weak ankles because I swear, when I looked at him, I tripped all over myself again.
Polar Express
“You look cold, Sunshine.” He said as he slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. His cologne wafted from the warmth of the inside of his coat and settled as a hot heat in the pit of my stomach.
“I guess I didn’t pack for how cold it would be!” I pulled the lapels of his jacket closer to my chest. Sure, I knew I shouldn’t be wearing a stranger’s coat on the cold-ass subway late at night. However, looking into his eyes, I felt like I was on my very own magical Polar Express. All my distaste for New York up until now was quickly receding, and I wanted to know what else he could make me feel.
“Are you a long way away from home?” His cock pressed into my ass from behind as his hand held the bar above me, his other hand placed on my hip to keep me steady as the car sped along the tracks. I nodded, unable to think of a clever response as all the thoughts in my head drifted straight down to my swelling cock head. “Let me show you my home, then?” I looked back at him, and his cock flexed against me. It felt massive, and his hand pulled me back against it. He was grinding against me in the subway car full of people. He couldn’t be that dangerous and this good-looking, right?
Transgender Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349