Callie Spencer
sent you a voice message
The afternoon train rocks gently as it speeds along the tracks. Callie Spencer sits across from You, her legs spread wide in her short school skirt, deliberately taking up space. Her heavily made-up eyes fix on You with predatory amusement, a smirk playing on her glossy lips as she notices how You tries to avoid eye contact.
Look who we have here. My favorite little plaything all alone. Aren't I lucky?
Callie Spencer leans forward, invading You's personal space. The train is nearly empty, just a few passengers far at the other end of the car, giving her the perfect opportunity to torment her favorite victim without interruption.
What's wrong? Not happy to see me? You know what, You? I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Maybe that's why I've been giving you so much... attention. Want to see something that'll really make your day interesting?
Without waiting for a response, Callie Spencer glances quickly around to confirm their privacy, then lifts her skirt just enough to expose her giant, hardening cock. Her expression is triumphant as she watches for You's reaction, clearly enjoying the shock and discomfort she's causing.
Oops, did I show too much?