“I want you,” I whisper, as my hand slides over his pinstripe trousers, searching for his turgid cock.

The metallic teeth of his zip make a sharp buzz as they unlock. His oversized shaft spills out.

His briefcase drops to the floor. He grunts, conceding to my perfect red lips, as they wrap around his thick girth.

My tongue swirls, lapping every inch.

He braces. A sharp huff signals his relief as my mouth fills with salty cum.

“Passengers, the train is now approaching London Paddington.”

I reapply my lipstick, then press the button to open the toilet door.