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Make your girlfriend pee 

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The trip itself wasn't anything special; my girlfriend and I spent a few sweet, intimate days together. The train journey, however, was full of surprises.
For the return trip, I booked a private compartment again, which I did intentionally. I wanted to have a proper intimate time with my girlfriend in the compartment, instead of hastily relieving myself in the restroom like on the way there.
Before the train even started moving, I was already at it.
My girlfriend was quite alert and even told me to draw the curtains.
By the time the train started moving, we had done our foreplay, stripped naked, and started thrusting in the enclosed compartment.
We moved from the left berth to the right, and then I placed my girlfriend on the table for penetration.
Because my girlfriend was worried about being discovered, she didn't dare to moan loudly. I buried her head in my chest and said, "Just make a little noise like this, I'll cover it up, no one will hear." My girlfriend only raised her voice a little, but my intention wasn't to hear her suddenly scream.
I took the opportunity to hug my girlfriend with one arm and pull open half of the curtain with the other, then switched hands and pulled open the other half as well.
Now, the outside was completely visible.
Unfortunately, by this time the train had been traveling for a while and was far from the city.
Just then, the announcement suddenly came that the train would be stopping for three minutes.
My girlfriend was completely immersed in lust at this point, and she was still holding me tightly even as the train slowly came to a stop.
With her back to the window, she obviously didn't notice that a slow, green train was parked next to ours.
As the train slowed down, our window became visible, and by the time it stopped completely, several pairs of eyes were looking in our direction.
Don't miss this opportunity! I immediately grabbed the blindfold my girlfriend had on the berth next to me, put it on her head, and whispered in her ear, "How about we do it like we did in the restroom last time?" My girlfriend was already aroused and obediently lay face down on the table.
This meant her ample breasts were completely exposed, but unfortunately, it wasn't rush hour, and there were only four or five people watching.
I hugged my girlfriend's waist tightly, pushed her forward, and began to fuck her even more vigorously.
My girlfriend's breasts jiggled even more violently. I glanced out the window—duh! Where's my phone? Those three precious minutes flew by, and even as the train started moving, the people opposite me were still staring in the most primal way.
I was just feeling a bit disappointed when a surprise appeared—there was a knock on the compartment door, followed by a conductor's voice: "Tickets checked! Tickets checked!"
I quickly pulled my penis out, but my girlfriend seemed not to hear me, still swaying her hips.
I patted her butt and whispered, "Tickets checked!"
My girlfriend finally reacted, quickly taking off her blindfold and grabbing a dress from beside her to put it on.
I hurriedly dressed too, replying, "Coming!"
as I slowly walked over to open the door.
The two conductors who entered were both men; one was older and heavier,
the other younger and more muscular.
The fat guy glanced around the compartment first. I followed his gaze to the right berth, and lo and behold, my girlfriend's bra and panties were lying there.
I looked at the fat flight attendant again, and our eyes met. His eyes practically screamed, "I knew it!
" The younger flight attendant spoke first: "Let me see the ticket." He sounded calm, but I noticed something was off when I looked at his eyes. Following his gaze again, I saw my girlfriend, disheveled, bending over to pull out a bag from under the left berth and rummage through it for her train ticket. The zipper on the right side of her dress hadn't been zipped up in her haste, and the bending over had caused it to bulge open, exposing her hips and waist.





My girlfriend rolled over for about ten seconds, then sat up straight and stretched out her hand to hand over the ticket. Although this covered her exposed waist, her erect nipples hadn't softened and were stubbornly bulging! However, the two flight attendants were very professional and didn't linger.
As soon as they left, I immediately stripped naked again, ready to pounce, when my girlfriend pinched me hard.
I was stunned for a moment, and my girlfriend gave me another slap: "When did you draw the curtains?" "Just... just now!"
"Just now?"
"Yeah, I drew them when they checked the tickets, otherwise wouldn't it be too suspicious?" My girlfriend immediately understood what I meant, her face turned red, and she whispered to me, "I just did that." I didn't react for a moment, and my girlfriend's face turned even redder: "It's like in that movie you watched.
"
I reached under my girlfriend's butt and touched it, and now I finally understood.
My girlfriend must have noticed the strange looks from those two flight attendants, and she, on the verge of orgasm, actually squirted under the gaze of two strangers.
Now the back of her skirt was completely wet, and even the berth was wet.
"Wow!"
I said, touching my girlfriend's vulva. It was indeed incredibly wet; the inner thighs were soaking wet too. "When did that happen?"
"When I bent down to get the tickets, I felt a cool sensation down my lower back, and then I couldn't help but feel like I needed to pee, so..."
My girlfriend has always refused to accept the fact that she squirts.
Often, when we reach orgasm, she'll say, "I really need to pee," and every time I try to comfort her, "Then just pee," she always manages to run to the toilet to take care of it herself.
Sometimes even I'm not sure if she's really peeing or if it's the legendary squirting. But the problem now is, I'm holding it in.
I sat against the wall in my berth, chin pointing to my still-erect penis. "What should we do with it?" My girlfriend thought for a moment, and this time she was quite self-aware. She first smoothed her hair with her right hand, then bent down to give me oral sex.
Actually, like just now, if I had an excuse to leave the compartment, wouldn't those two flight attendants have stopped what they were doing to do something inappropriate? My girlfriend was undoubtedly at their mercy at that moment.
I suddenly imagined my girlfriend half-heartedly grasping two strange penises, stroking them from side to side, and occasionally sucking on them with her mouth.
The two men's hands wouldn't be idle either; they would definitely squeeze and knead my girlfriend's breasts hard, and then, unable to resist any longer, one of them would sit like me enjoying my girlfriend's oral sex service, while the other would thrust into her from behind.
The three of them were having a wild and unrestrained time in the private room, while I watched through the crack in the door as my usually innocent, naive, and somewhat dazed girlfriend transformed into a wanton prostitute.
Only after the two men had ejaculated their semen onto her body, into her mouth, and into her vagina—perhaps even deflowering her—did I pretend to have just finished and return.
I happened to run into two train attendants leaving the compartment, who gave me satisfied smiles. Then I went back in. My girlfriend was already wearing that dress, pretending nothing had happened. Actually, her anus and vagina, which she hadn't had time to clean, were slowly leaking someone else's semen, and some was even still on her hair
.
Thinking of this, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. My girlfriend tried to spit out my penis, but I held her back: "If it gets on your face or hair, it'll be hard to clean later." This train trip was quite significant, as it was the first time I'd been able to give my girlfriend oral sex.
Although I ended up with a bruised arm, it was still a worthwhile price to pay.
What made me even happier was that my girlfriend's diary contained a detailed record of her feelings during that suspected orgasm. After that, she never left me to go to the bathroom again—in a way, that trip was truly a great success.

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