The train was bustling with passengers, but my eyes were fixed on her. She was an Indian girl, changing her clothes in the corner of the compartment. As she removed her traditional saree, my heart skipped a beat. Her skin was smooth and her curves were alluring. I couldn't resist the urge to approach her. As I got closer, I could hear the clear Hindi audio playing from her phone. It was a scene from an Indian web series, where the characters were passionately
kissing. My mind was racing with desire as I imagined myself in that scene with her. She noticed my gaze and a sly smile appeared on her lips. She knew exactly what I was thinking. Without hesitation, she pulled me in for a kiss. It was like a scene from one of those Tamil aunty porn videos, but this was real. Our bodies were entwined as we explored each other's desires. I couldn't believe my luck when she whispered in my ear that she was a fan of Jordi El Nino Polla. We continued our passionate encounter until the train reached our destination, leaving us both breathless and wanting more.
