MRT female junior high school student

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At 11:30 PM, I rushed to catch the last train to the train station. I sat at the very back of the carriage, waiting for the subway to depart.

Shortly after the train started moving, a girl opened the carriage door at one end and walked towards me.

She was even wearing a school uniform! I thought to myself, [Not home at 11:30? She must be a bad student. I wonder what kind of middle school she's from.] But as she got closer, I realized she was actually a student from [School Name]. She sat down next to me.

This middle school girl looked about 12 or 13 years old, tall and thin, with short, pretty hair, a pointed mouth, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses perched on her delicate nose. She wore a blue shirt that fit her perfectly. When she looked at people, her dark circles were slightly upturned; I remember reading in a magazine that this was called "three-white eyes," supposedly a sign of promiscuity. (I heard that, really!)

But this middle school girl was very cold, her face completely expressionless. After sitting down, she took a book out of her bag and started reading. Seeing her aloof demeanor, I knew that trying to strike up a conversation would be pointless. I already had a magazine in my hand, so I started reading it too. (You're looking, so am I!)

Then, I flipped to the page with pictures of swimsuits and couldn't help but take a closer look, only to hear the middle school girl next door let out a snort. Hearing her displeasure, I deliberately flipped through the pages with relish, and the middle school girl ignored me and focused on her book. (Did reading a magazine offend you...?)

After reading for a while, I felt tired, so I closed my eyes to rest and soon fell asleep. (So tiring...)

Excuse me! Sir, would you please sit over there? Someone nudged me in my sleep. (It must be that middle school girl!)

I opened my eyes and found my head resting on the shoulder of the middle school girl next door, who was giving me a look of disgust. I was apologetic, but also angry. It wasn't a big deal, why the long face? Does going to a prestigious school make you so great?! I sat up straight, closed my eyes again, and ignored her. (I'll just sleep, what are you afraid of?!)

When I woke up after another nap, I found the carriage almost empty; most passengers had probably gotten off along the way. The junior high girl next to me was sleeping under a jacket.

But... I couldn't sleep anymore. Bored, I picked up the magazine again and browsed it absentmindedly.

As I flipped through it, I suddenly felt a weight on my shoulder. It was the junior high girl who had fallen asleep on me. (Oh my god! It's your turn now!) I was about to wake her up and get my revenge, but looking at her slightly fluttering eyelashes in her sleep, I felt a pang of guilt. (Sigh, I'm such a good person!)

The junior high school girl looked peaceful in her sleep. Looking at her face, I thought, "Isn't this beautiful? Why always have such a grumpy face?!"

The junior high school girl had a round forehead, delicately curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, and smooth, delicate cheeks. But what I longed for most were her alluring lips. These fragrant lips were full and thick at the bottom, with a beautiful curve at the top, forming a short bow, and a small bead slightly forming at the tip. The lower lip was round and plump, like a cherry still covered in dew. Even though the upper and lower lips were closed, there was still a small indentation in the middle.

Sometimes, the junior high school girl would gently stick out her little tongue to moisten her lips (wow! How cute!), the tip of her tongue gliding across the lip line, ambiguous and touching. Then, by chance, she slightly furrowed her brow, her lips parted, and her neat, white front teeth gently bit her lower lip, like seashells embedded in the bright red flesh. I was mesmerized. My right hand, resting on the back of the chair, reached to the right side of the junior high school girl and pulled her up, my heart pounding wildly, a mixture of panic and joy. I wanted to make a move, yet dared not. After a struggle, I finally couldn't resist and lowered my head to kiss her lips. (Wouldn't I become a pervert!)

Perhaps this junior high school girl was also dreaming of her lover, because when I kissed her, she responded by moving her lips. I tasted her upper lip, and she held my lower lip in her mouth. We sucked on each other, tenderly licking.

I slowly moved my lips around hers, carefully licking every part repeatedly. The junior high school girl, seduced by the gentle teasing, involuntarily opened her lips, her fragrant tongue probing, searching for a match. I gently bit her tongue with my teeth, then kissed it with the tip of my own. The middle school girl's breathing became erratic, and her tongue hurriedly extended fully. I didn't hold back and sucked hard, our tongues rubbing together closely. I could even feel a mysterious sweetness on my taste buds.

Then I invaded the middle school girl's mouth, engaging in a passionate battle with her. The middle school girl kept swallowing my tongue forcefully, as if trying to swallow it whole, making smacking sounds as she sucked. My mind was racing, and I wanted to take over other parts of her body, my hands grasping her not-so-full breasts. (Such small and soft breasts!)

The middle school girl suddenly woke up, staring blankly at me for a moment before saying, "What are you doing?!"

I was still holding her, asking, "What do you think?!"

She was genuinely confused, shaking her head in a way of trying to clear her head. Suddenly remembering the beauty of her dream, she realized what was happening, her face flushed red, and she said in a harsh voice, "You...you're bullying me!"

I said, "I'm just being affectionate," I said with a grin, reaching out to touch her breasts again.

The middle school girl was furious, slapping me across the face. There were a few other passengers in the carriage, but they were all sitting in the front and didn't notice the erotic scene.

My cheek burned from the slap, and I tightened my grip on the middle school girl's upper body, preventing her hands from moving. The junior high school girl said fearfully, "You...you don't touch me...!"

I kissed her cheek and rubbed my face against hers, saying, "What should I do if I touch you?"

The junior high school girl was almost crying, and cried out in alarm, "No...don't do this...I'm going to...I'm going to scream...!"

"Go ahead and scream!" I said. He knew that proud junior high school students like her were afraid of losing face and would never dare to make a scene and let everyone know, as that would be too shameful.

She did struggle but dared not scream. I kissed her ear and said, "Don't move, let me kiss you!"

The junior high school girl wouldn't agree. Seeing that she wouldn't give in, I said again, "I'll let you go after I kiss you."

After hearing this, she believed me and slowly lessened her resistance, finally stopping.

I nibbled on her earlobe and said, "Yes, that's a good girl!"

I felt a man's breath on her ear, and my licking made her earlobe tingle and itch, causing her to shiver slightly. She hunched her shoulders, and I relaxed my arms, gently wrapping my arms around her waist. My lips moved to her neck, and I licked it with my tongue.

She tilted her head back and rested her head on my shoulder, letting out a soft "Mmm..." Sensing something was amiss, she quickly asked, "Are you done kissing me?!"

I kissed her ear again, saying behind her ear, "Not yet!!!!"

How could she bear it? She let out an "Ah..." and involuntarily grabbed my forearm. I licked her left ear, then her right. She was completely exhausted, only able to hold me. I gently lifted her chin, carefully looking at her face. She was filled with shame. I pulled her closer and kissed her lips again.

She weakly pushed against my chest with both hands, and I kissed her passionately. Her small hands gradually climbed up her shoulders, finally wrapping around my neck, and she began to actively kiss me. (Come on, let's French kiss!)

Taking advantage of her reaction, I reached for her right breast with my left hand. She quickly pulled her hand away, so I touched her left breast. She tried to pull away again, so I returned to her left breast. After several attempts, she couldn't get rid of my hand and resigned herself to fate, ignoring my hand and focusing on kissing me.

Finally, I stopped to catch my breath, and she hugged my neck tightly, panting as she asked, "Are you done kissing...?"

I pushed her back against the chair and lowered my head to kiss the white flesh of her neckline, whimpering, "Not yet!"

My lust was burning, and my left hand was already unbuttoning her shirt. She couldn't move her upper body easily, so she twisted her legs in protest. I probably ruled her protest ineffective, and still reached inside her shirt.

This middle school girl wasn't very well-endowed, so she was wearing a bra with thick padding. I felt nothing when I touched it, so I simply lifted the bra and grasped her small breasts against her skin. Although her breasts were thin, her nipples were large. I rubbed them with my palm, and they hardened instantly. (Wow! You're so sensitive!)

My mouth moved down her chest, licking her nipples. Her nipples and areolas were pale, almost indistinguishable from her breasts. After I sucked on them, they became slightly redder. I used both my hands and mouth to knead her breasts thoroughly.

The middle school girl tilted her head back, half-closing her eyes, and cupped my head in her hands. She offered no resistance, but to maintain a girlish reserve, she still asked, "Are you done kissing?"

I suddenly looked up at her and said, "Yes!" (She kept asking me what happened!)

She was quite surprised and stood there dumbfounded, staring at my lewd expression. After a long while, she realized I was teasing her and started twisting her upper body in protest. I laughed and went back to licking her nipples, and she finally let out a satisfied "Ah..."

As I licked her breasts, my hand was already groping between her legs. Her thighs were thin and not very fleshy, but they were still a sensitive area. She swayed her hips to express her feelings. Although I felt good touching her through her skirt, I didn't get a sense of accomplishment, so I tried to lift her skirt.

This time, the middle school girl really refused. I pulled and tugged at her, using every method I could think of, but the middle school girl, out of a sense of duty, stubbornly refused. I told her to stop struggling and threatened her, "Otherwise, if someone hears or sees, how embarrassing would that be!"

She listened to me and reluctantly let me lift her skirt. I cautiously looked around, then looked at her long, slender legs and said, "You're so beautiful!"

The middle school girl was happy to hear this, but also worried—worried about being seen, and even more worried about me. What good could a man do when he does this? She was wearing a small white thong, made of very little material, with only a thin string at the waist. Combined with her slender figure, it was indeed very alluring. Her buttocks were small and firm, round and quite tempting. Her mons pubis was covered by her hand, so I couldn't see anything.

I kissed her lips again and forcefully reached under her panties to explore. The middle school girl was terrified, her hands tightly protecting her private parts. I forcefully penetrated her, touching the damp cotton fabric. I deliberately stroked and circled it with my fingers, occasionally thrusting forward. (Does this feel good?)

The middle school girl let out a soft moan, unable to resist. Afraid she would disturb others, I kept my lips sealed to hers, not daring to let go for a moment. My fingers had already slipped down her panties and were rubbing her vulva, beginning our alleyway battle. This middle school girl was just as thin here, with short, coarse hair, seemingly a barren field, but this field was now full of moisture, ready to be cultivated.

I knew how to control my strength, thrusting in and out of her vagina with neither too much nor too little force. The middle school girl kept moaning "Ugh..." Later, I lifted her up forcefully, making her turn her back to me and kneel on top of me. The middle school girl held onto the back of the chair in front of her, turning back to look at me fearfully. I made her turn her head away so she couldn't see, and then I reached out and stroked her vulva repeatedly. The middle school girl trembled as she sat on me, her back tense, and she involuntarily arched her buttocks. I lovingly stroked her back and forth, and she felt comfortable, limply leaning against the back of the chair. I unzipped my pants, took out my already hard penis, and then pulled down her panties, rubbing the head of my penis against her labia. As soon as

the head of my penis touched her, the middle school girl knew what it was, and thinking that what she didn't want was finally going to happen, she calmed down and quietly felt and waited for the man to invade her.

Seeing her lying motionless against the back of the chair, her buttocks pressed against her crotch, in a beautiful posture, I pressed down on her buttocks, gradually swallowing my penis into her wet vagina.

The middle school girl opened her small mouth and let out a soft "Ah..." I slowly penetrated deeper, and she kept moaning "Ah..." Later, she realized I was going on and on, and wondering how long it was, she turned her head in confusion. At that moment, I was completely inside her, squeezing her clitoris until it was overflowing. The middle school girl was flustered and said intermittently, "You...yours...is so long!"

I laughed and said, "Never tried it before? Come on! Now it's going to move...cover your mouth."

The middle school girl didn't know why she had to cover her mouth, but she obediently covered her mouth with the back of her hand. I lifted her buttocks and rocked her up and down. Only then did she realize why she had to cover her mouth; otherwise, the intoxicating pleasure would probably have made her scream out loud long ago.

The girl was light and nimble, so it was very easy for me to hold her and masturbate her. I could penetrate her deeply and quickly, and she naturally blushed with pleasure. However, she couldn't cry out, and her little pussy was incredibly aroused, so she pitifully bit the back of her hand and made urgent panting sounds.

I could see my penis going in and out of her pussy when I looked down. Her red labia were constantly turning with each thrust, bringing out streams of vaginal fluid. The girl's reaction was really good. Before long, I found that I didn't need to exert any effort with my hands. It was entirely up to the girl herself to move her hips and thrust. (Wow! It feels so good to move her hips on her own!)

The girl was ecstatic, moving up and down, faster and faster. Suddenly, she sat down hard, her whole body trembling as if she was crying. I quickly thrust my penis upwards. It turned out she had orgasmed.

I didn't want her to rest, so I immediately lifted her up and masturbated her again.

"Oh..." the girl finally cried out. (Her pussy was actually gripping my penis, she's having an orgasm!)

Suddenly, a passenger at the other end stood up to get off, and the two of them quickly stopped. Once the passenger sat back down, I secretly resumed my movements. The middle school girl turned around and glared at me disapprovingly.

Seeing her intense arousal, I didn't dare stimulate her too much, but the part of my thumb that was inserted was still gripped there. I thrust my penis, focusing on letting me penetrate her.

The middle school girl was very excited, and soon she orgasmed a second time, losing all strength and becoming limp like an eel, making it impossible for me to continue. I had no choice but to put her back in her seat, lower her body, and remove her panties. She still feigned resistance. I leaned over her, lifted her legs, and inserted my penis back into her pussy, thrusting even faster.

The middle school girl had slender legs, her knees bent high enough to reach her chest, allowing me to penetrate her deeply and repeatedly, pressing against her cervix and causing her vaginal walls to contract, gripping me tightly and giving me immense pleasure. I couldn't help but thrust even harder, causing her to gush out her juices, soaking the chair cushion.

Whether from pleasure or pain, the middle school girl began to grit her teeth and furrow her brow. I couldn't bear to see her like this, so I kissed her again. She responded like a parched land receiving rain, greedily sucking on my tongue. I pleasured myself so much that I moved my penis rapidly again. The middle school girl cried out repeatedly, "Ah...ah..." as her vagina contracted repeatedly, experiencing another orgasm.

This time, she truly couldn't take it anymore, shaking her head repeatedly to tell me she wanted to surrender. I didn't force her, pulling out my penis and lying back on the chair. Although the middle school girl was now completely paralyzed with pleasure, her alluring eyes were wide open, staring at my penis. I leaned back lazily in my chair to rest. The middle school girl reached out her left hand and touched my penis, surprised by its size. I pulled her up, and she said softly, "You're so good, you make me feel so good, I'm having multiple orgasms."

I touched my cheek and said, "But you just hit me." (It hurts...)

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