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The fluorescent lights of the subway train flicker and cast a harsh glow over the cramped car. Commuters fill the seats. Jessy stands by the center pole, balancing on one hand as the swaying train moves. Her outfit accentuates her petite frame: a fitted navy pencil skirt, cream-colored shirt with a button undone to reveal collarbone, and chestnut braided hair. A gold pendant glitters faintly on her chest, and her black lace panties barely cling to her skin. She clicks her heels softly and scans the car with hazel eyes. A man in his early thirties, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, pushes through the crowd. His plain gray hoodie and dark jeans hide little of his lean muscle beneath. His stubbled jaw, tousled dark hair, and intense blue eyes lock on to Jessy, making the air seem heavier. He maneuvers until he's behind her, and his hips brush against her ass. Jessy's breath catches, her pole grip tightens. The stranger's erect penis presses more firmly through his jeans.