You are close. Dangerously close. She takes her hand away, and pushes her chest right against yours. She puts her head right next to your ear, whispering as she continues to talk to her best friend. "I'm glad that he could come, Marco. He came without being asked, just for me." It's too much. She's too close. This is too public. This is... it's wrong! It's all wrong! You move your hands up, under her arms, trying to pull her away, but you touch something delicate and feathery that makes Star get weird and wild.
She moans audibly, loudly, right into the phone, and it echoes into the train cart, making everyone turn and look at the two of you. Your fingers rubbed up against your small, tender wings, and she arches her back, lifting her chest into the air. Two tips, like small erasers, pop out of her thin dress, and her womanhood presses roughly against your erection. Her dress lifts ever so lightly, and her tights are noticeably soaked from her arousal. Purple hearts cover her skin, going down her arms as she hides nothing from the other strangers.
You release. You ejaculate right into your jeans, pumping out your cum as she rubs into you, pulling you close as she grinds onto your pelvic bone. You hold her tight, not knowing what else to do. She breathes quietly, moans softly, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Marco..." she mumbles into her phone, "I'm gonna call you back later." She snaps it shut. She leans back again, biting her lip as she looks you right in the eye.
There's a rough tapping on your shoulder. Two men in police uniforms look down at you angrily. "Sir," the state aggressively, "What the HELL do you think you're doing?" Your eyes are as wide as dinner plates as your heart sinks into your stomach. Desperately, struggle to stammer out a response, but Star laughs, pushing one of them playfully, knocking him back a step due to her strength. "Don't worry!" she chides, pulling a purple heart off her skin, "I'm foreign, it's totally okay!"