One day, there was a traffic accident, and the train was delayed by 2 minutes. It was rush hour, and the subway was packed. **Emily** was almost shoved into the train by the crowd.
As she boarded, a hand quickly lifted her skirt and slipped between her legs.
**Emily** let out a short cry, but it was drowned out by the noise around her. The people behind her kept pushing, and the hands around her waist were guiding her, squeezing her into a corner of the train, with walls in front and to the left.
As the crowd pressed closer, someone behind her was pressed right up against her and she was trapped, unable to move. Hands under her skirt were already on her smooth, round buttocks.
To avoid the visible panty lines beneath her miniskirts, **Emily** always preferred wearing thong underwear and forwent stockings, believing that this best showcased her smooth skin and the alluring curves of her long legs.
So, her almost bare buttocks were now fully exposed to the invading hand that had taken control.
After a few seconds of shock, **Emily** snapped out of it.
But the pervert had already taken control of her body from behind.
**Emily** had dealt with perverts on the train before. Usually, a stern look and clear physical resistance were enough to make them back off.
But now, with the guy behind her skillfully controlling her, even if she tried to turn her head, she couldn't see who it was.
The walls and the people around **Emily** seemed to conspire with the pervert, trapping her completely.
**Emily** had never faced such bold harassment before.
For a moment, her mind went blank, not knowing what to do.
In that haze, she could feel the hot hand freely kneading her bare buttocks.
The strong fingers dug into her tender flesh, squeezing lightly and heavily, savoring the feel of her beautiful buttocks.
With her left hand gripping the handrail and her right hand clutching her briefcase, **Emily** felt both anxious and embarrassed. She had never been this close to a man other than her husband, and now a stranger's hand was under her skirt.
A flush spread across **Emily's** face.
Under her short skirt, her plump thighs and buttocks were being fondled by a stranger's hand.
Her smooth, round buttocks were being caressed, kneaded, pinched, pulled apart, and squeezed, making **Emily** feel an extreme sense of disgust.
But to get rid of the hand under her skirt, she'd have to lift her skirt.
Feeling utterly ashamed, **Emily** found herself powerless, her body tightly restrained. The hot fingers on her buttocks seemed to be exploring even deeper.
"Enough! Stop it!" **Emily** thought to herself, clenching her legs, her body stiffening.
At that moment, the man behind her moved away slightly, and the hand on her waist released her. "What?" **Emily** sighed in relief, thinking the pervert had given up.
But as the train started moving, she realized she was wrong.
The hand gripped her waist again.
This time, it slipped between her raised top and skirt, grabbing her exposed waist, the hot palm pressing against her bare skin, fingertips almost touching her breasts.
The pervert's body pressed against her backside again, and she felt a hard, hot object rubbing against her buttock cleft.
'This is too much!' **Emily** wanted to shout but found she couldn't make a sound.
Encountering such fierce harassment for the first time, her body seemed frozen.
It had only been half a minute since she boarded the train, but it felt like a nightmare.
The firm, hot glans had squeezed into her buttock cleft.
The pervert's lower abdomen pressed tightly against her plump buttocks.
From past experiences, **Emily** knew the stranger behind her was starting to touch her with his penis.
**Emily** silently vowed that she wouldn't let a stranger have his way with her body and that she had to make him stop immediately. But this felt different from the other times she'd been harassed. Through her thin skirt, she could feel the heat.
The tender flesh at the base of her thighs and buttocks vividly felt the stranger's cock pressing against her.
Thick, hard, and hot. **Emily** could almost feel the shape of it.
The shout that was on the tip of her tongue got stuck in her throat.
The pervert had just released her to unzip his pants and take out his cock.
Now, he was pressing it against her from behind.
If she shouted, it would be so embarrassing for everyone to see.
Just the thought of it made **Emily's** face burn.
The courage she had just mustered was shattered by the pervert's shamelessness and boldness.
If she twisted her body, it might look like she was enjoying it. **Emily** couldn't think of a way to resist.
"Enough, stop!" **Emily** thought. Her heart racing, with no strength left in her body, she was almost silently pleading with the shameless attacker behind her.
But the pervert wouldn't stop. The right hand that had slipped under her skirt had already turned her panties into a T-shape, and her bare buttocks, under the kneading and pinching, were forced to fully display their fullness and elasticity, being squeezed towards the center. **Emily** knew that the pervert was using the squeezing of her plump buttocks to enhance the pleasure of his penis.
With a flushed face and rapid breathing, **Emily's** body was being violated.
The elastic tender flesh couldn't resist the firm impact, and the pervert's cock shamelessly squeezed into the space between **Emily's** tightly clenched legs.
As if boasting about his prowess, the pervert's cock rose at an angle that surprised **Emily**, the glans pressing against her genitals.
Since **Emily's** hips were set higher than those of most women, the pervert's erect cock was positioned perfectly against her hidden privates.
Through the thin skirt and panties, his hot and hard cock was pressing against and squeezing at the end of **Emily's** long legs.
The two layers of thin fabric were no barrier at all, and **Emily** felt the pervert's thick glans almost directly rubbing against her labia.
Experiencing such a hot tease for the first time, **Emily's** heart was pounding wildly, wanting to resist but unable to muster any strength.
The thick glans were rubbing back and forth against her labia, seemingly giving **Emily** enough opportunity to taste this unavoidable shame.
**Emily** thought, "It seems thicker than my husband's glans."
**Emily** was shocked by her own thoughts. How could she think that while being played with by a stranger?
As she thought this, a wave of heat rose from her lower abdomen, and her labia, pressed tightly by the thick, scorching glans, involuntarily contracted.
**Emily** tried to move her waist forward, attempting to escape the pervert's hard and hot glans. The pervert didn't catch up right away.
Before **Emily** could even think about celebrating, she felt a chill between her legs. He was on her again, pinning her against the wall so tight she couldn't move an inch.