The subway slowed for the next stop, doors hissing open, but they stayed locked together, his cock buried deep as people shuffled. A rush of cool air hit her wet thighs, heightening the exposure. Someone brushed past, close enough to feel the tension, and Maya's heart raced—exhibitionism at its peak, the discreet sex teetering on discovery. 

As the doors closed and the train accelerated again, he pulled back almost out, then slammed in fully, the jolt masking the wet slap of skin. Maya's walls clenched hard, her release crashing over her in silent waves, pussy milking his cock as she came, juices dripping down her legs.

He didn't stop, thrusting...