Mark's growl rumbled low in his chest, a savage sound that vibrated through his muscular frame as he yanked his thick cock from Lena's stretched asshole with a slick, obscene pop. Her hole clenched at the sudden emptiness, puckered and red from the brutal pounding, juices from her pussy leaking down to mix with the mess. He didn't give her a second to recover—his hands gripped her curvy hips roughly, flipping her onto her back across the narrow train seat. The fabric scratched against her flushed skin, her large breasts bouncing free, nipples hard and begging for abuse. Sleeping passengers loomed in the dim light, their snores a fragile barrier to discovery, but Mark's dark eyes burned with hunger, ignoring the risk as he spread her trembling legs wide, knees hooked over his arms. Lena's mid-twenties body quaked, her brunette hair splayed like a halo on the seat, big tits heaving with each ragged breath. Her tight pussy glistened, swollen folds dripping with need, the scent of her arousal thick and musky in the confined space. Mark's early-thirties dominance surged, his thick cock throbbing, veins pulsing as pre-cum beaded at the tip. He leaned in, breath hot against her inner thighs, and buried his face between her legs. His tongue lashed out, rimming her dripping pussy with flat, greedy strokes, flicking over the wet folds thoroughly, lapping up her tangy juices like a man starved.