Jose was a pervert and he knew that much better than anyone else. His perversion was not his problem - he always told himself. He simply cannot help it. He will be sitting in a bus and would see a girl wearing skirt and long boots - he had to touch her, he had to fuck her, and he had to cum inside her. His fantasy is always cumming inside a girl in public. He wanted to see her squirming in pleasure and shame.
His success rate has been consistently high for a pervert groping girls in public.
A few turned around and slapped his face, a few didn't resist at all (sluts he called them) and a few who resisted at first but never stopped him from doing what he was doing. He liked the third lot. They are more fun. He liked to seduce them before fucking them.
The one now standing before him was of the third lot - he can tell. She was wearing a red skirt that went just above her knee, no stockings, black boots that covered her ankles, white blouse with a black bra (He could see the straps from behind her thin white shirt.) "I bet her panties are black as well" he thought. He immediately felt his cock getting hard and pushing against his jeans. He looked at her face. She had a pale skin, with big eyes, thick eyelashes enhanced by the mascara she was wearing. She was wearing red lipstick that displayed her shapely full lips. Her blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail. She was biting her lower lip, probably impatient - waiting for the subway train to come. Perhaps she is in a hurry.
The train is probably going to be full today - being the rush hour and a weekday and all. Jose got up from his seat and walked closer to her. He stood behind her - to ensure he will get right behind her when she gets into the train. He ran his eyes once again through the curves of her body that he could see from behind - lingering his eyes on her shapely ass for a moment.
He couldn't wait for the train to come.
His success rate has been consistently high for a pervert groping girls in public.
A few turned around and slapped his face, a few didn't resist at all (sluts he called them) and a few who resisted at first but never stopped him from doing what he was doing. He liked the third lot. They are more fun. He liked to seduce them before fucking them.
The one now standing before him was of the third lot - he can tell. She was wearing a red skirt that went just above her knee, no stockings, black boots that covered her ankles, white blouse with a black bra (He could see the straps from behind her thin white shirt.) "I bet her panties are black as well" he thought. He immediately felt his cock getting hard and pushing against his jeans. He looked at her face. She had a pale skin, with big eyes, thick eyelashes enhanced by the mascara she was wearing. She was wearing red lipstick that displayed her shapely full lips. Her blonde hair was tied up in a pony tail. She was biting her lower lip, probably impatient - waiting for the subway train to come. Perhaps she is in a hurry.
The train is probably going to be full today - being the rush hour and a weekday and all. Jose got up from his seat and walked closer to her. He stood behind her - to ensure he will get right behind her when she gets into the train. He ran his eyes once again through the curves of her body that he could see from behind - lingering his eyes on her shapely ass for a moment.
He couldn't wait for the train to come.
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