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Super broAfter Taylor had used her, Rakul had attempted to right herself again. Her bra was ruined, and buttons had popped off of her shirt, so she managed to tie the ends together to cover herself but leave her midriff exposed. She didn't dare put her panties back on, and she couldn't sit at her desk, so she stood at her workstation for the rest of the day, feeling his cum slowly leak from her ass down her thigh. She had to show more clients in that afternoon, after she had tidied up her boss' office, and she could tell that they knew what a filthy slut she had been.
The train that evening was full. She was left standing, which she would have needed to do anyway, but the car was full. Even as she grabbed the bar above her head, she felt people bump into her and jostle her with ever lurch in the track. Her mind was replaying the scene that afternoon, reliving the sensation of Taylor's cock in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, how he had wrecked her with pleasure, how he had utterly humiliated her, and how much she had enjoyed it. Lost in her daydreams, she didn't realize everyone staring at her, and didn't think that all that strange at first-- after all, tight, short skirts drew attention. It took her a while to realize that the knot she had tied in her shirt had come loose, and it had fallen open, exposing her breasts to the entire train car. Her nipples were still red and hard from the earlier abuse.
She flushed, and tried to cover herself, dropping her grip on the overhead bar just as the train took a turn. She fell forward into a male passenger, stumbling on her heels, sure that everyone behind her got a glimpse of her well-used pussy and ass as she fell. Burning red, fighting with her clothes, the train shuddered to a halt at the next station and she stumbled off in humiliation, despite it still being two stops from her house.
She settled her skimpy clothes as best as she could, feeling the emotion well up in her eyes. She had to quit. She couldn't take the embarrassment. She heard her phone ding in her purse, and dug it out. There was a cash app transaction notification, from Taylor. She opened it up. He had transferred five hundred dollars to her, with a note: "Sorry about your clothes. Please treat yourself to something nice on me."
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