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Jake's Magic Remote, Part III - Karma Chamele

Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Sex Humor, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: WriterJim, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

down on a cute girl’s lap, catching his breath. That was intense! He looked over at the rude woman. She knelt on the floor of the train, surrounded by people who weren’t even looking at her. Her blouse was unbuttoned and untucked, her bra was pushed up from her tits, and her panties were showing. Her mouth hung wide open, and from here Jake could see the white fluid on her tongue, as well as some that had been dragged out across her lips. Jake got up and set about righting the poor woman. He wiped the cum off her lips with a finger, then wiped that on the inside of her cheek. Next he stood her up again and fixed her bra, lining her breasts up with it as best he could. He buttoned and re-tucked her blouse, then hesitated. Maybe the trick with the sharpie would be good here too, he thought. Returning to his bag, Jake looked inside for his marker and laughed. It was a good thing that Sarah hadn’t looked inside, because there were the four pairs of panties he’d confis**ted from the bitch squad the day before! He shook his head and grabbed the marker, then shrugged and said “What the hell.” First, he untucked the woman’s shirt in the back and pushed it up. Like before, he wrote “I AM A BITCH” across her back, and then lower down the more specific “I push people out of my way and take up more space than I should with my bag.” Then he removed her shoes and pantyhose and confis**ted her panties, shoving them in the bottom of his bag with the other four pairs. Might as well start a ... collection. He looked in her bag and fished out her pocketbook. “Mala Kapur,” he said, reading her driver’s license. He took a picture of it and returned it. Maybe Mala deserved a follow-up. Then he set about putting her pantyhose and shoes back on, righting her shirt and rolling down her skirt. He plucked her coat out of the air, dressed her in it, and returned her to her previous position, gripping the pole with one hand and holding her phone with the other. He smoothed her hair back into place, more or less, and returned to his position, standing a few feet away and looking in her general direction. “And… action.” Jake pressed the Play button. The woman - Mala - reacted immediately. She cut off her babble mid sentence and gagged, shuddering and doubling over, gripping the pole for support. She shoved her phone hastily in her pocket and clapped a hand over her mouth, body shaking with racking coughs as she spit up Jake’s cum. “Are you alright?” Jake asked her, feigning concern and stepping closer. “I-” Mala began talking, but her voice came out as a hoarse croak. Her eyes went wide and she coughed again, clearly hurting from a sore throat. “I think so,” she wheezed. Jake reached in his bag and pulled out a bottle of water, offering it to her. “Here,” he said. “I always carry one just in case. Be prepared.” “Th-thanks,” Mala croaked, taking the water and drinking from it in sips. It looked like it hurt to swallow. “Don’t mention it,” Jake replied, returning to his position and ...