Hijab of Ecstasy

Name: Hijab of Ecstasy
Author: johnkhemin

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Seorang ibu berhijab berusia 40 tahun sedang berdiri di kereta komuter dalam perjalanan pulang dari bekerja. Ibu bekerja sebagai manajer sebuah perusahaan otomotif. Ibu tersebut sedang berbicara dengan putrinya yang berusia 20 tahun melalui telefon. Mereka saling bertanya kabar dan bertukar cerita tentang apa yang terjadi hari ini. Lalu naiklah dua orang wanita Jepang berusia 25 tahun. Mereka lesbian yang suka melecehkan wanita di kereta komuter. Mereka melihat ibu dan mendekatinya dari arah belakang. Setelah mendekat, mereka saling berbisik mengomentari seksinya badan ibu. Mereka kemudian pura pura menyenggol tubuh ibu dari belakang dan melakukannya berulang kali. Ibu merasakan hal itu namun membiarkannya karena merasa itu tidak sengaja akibat penuhnya kereta dan tetap berbincang dengan putrinya. Melihat reaksi ibu, dua wanita itu semakin berani menyentuh ibu, mereka mulai mengelus dan meremas pantat ibu, membuat ibu terkejut dan mendesah. Putrinya mendengar itu dan menanyakan apa yang terjadi, namun ibu mengatakan tidak ada apa apa. Ibu berusaha menepis tangan kedua wanita tersebut, namun mereka justru semakin berani menyentuh bagian sensitif ibu dan mengeluarkan komentar seksual kepada ibu. Mereka terus menyuruh ibu untuk berbincang dengan putrinya. Ibu tetap berbincang sambil menahan desahan serta menjaga nada suaranya agar tetap normal. Sentuhan kedua wanita tersebut semakin intens pada bagian sensitif ibu, komentar seksual semakin sering dikeluarkan oleh kedua wanita itu. Ibu tetap berusaha menahan desahan dan terus berbincang dengan putrinya, berusaha menjaga nada suaranya tetap normal. Namun, semakin intensnya rangsangan kedua wanita itu, membuat pertahanan ibu goyah, badannya bergetar akibat squirting orgasme yang hebat, membuat desahan keras dan nikmat keluar dari mulut ibu. Putrinya mendengar desahan ibunya merasa terangsang. Melihat ibu orgasme squirting yang hebat, kedua wanita tersebut terus merangsang titik titik sensitif ibu, membuat gelombang orgasme mengenai ibu secara terus menerus, membuat ibu squirting tanpa henti selama hampir 2 menit. Tubuh ibu kemudian melemas dan jatuh di lantai kereta dengan kondisi tubuh penuh keringat dan tubuhnya bergetar akibat orgasme. Putrinya yang mendengar desahan ibu semakin terangsang. Semua karakter berusia diatas 18 tahun.

Chapter 2: Building Tension

The train's clattering wheels on the tracks seemed to echo the pounding of Fatimah's heart as Hana's hand slipped under her coat again, tracing her spine. A gasp escaped her lips, her body tensing as she fought to maintain control. Her hijab felt suddenly too tight, constricting her, as if it were a physical manifestation of the turmoil within her.

"Mama, are you still there?" Ayana's voice was laced with worry, cutting through the din of the train.

Fatimah's breath hitched as another hand, Sakura's this time, slipped under her hijab, tracing her neck. She could feel the girls' breath on her skin, hot and damp, their whispers sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes... I'm still here," Fatimah managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her body responding to their touch, traitorous as it was. Her nipples hardened against the fabric of her blouse, and a warm, unfamiliar wetness pooled between her thighs.

She could feel their hands, the press of their bodies against hers, the heat of their breath on her neck. She was acutely aware of every touch, every whisper that brushed against her skin.

"You're so fucking sexy, Fatimah-san," Hana whispered, her voice a low, sultry growl. "We've been watching you for weeks, you know?"

Sakura nodded, her hand tracing the curve of Fatimah's hip. "Your body is... divine. We couldn't help but touch you."

Fatimah's breath hitched, her body betraying her as her mind raced.

"You can't... you shouldn't..." she stammered, but her voice lacked conviction. The train's track rumbled beneath them, a steady pulse that seemed to drum into her, echoing the insistent rhythm of her own heartbeat.

"Mama, are you okay?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I just... I have to go," Fatimah managed to gasp out, her body tense and shaking.

Hana's hand slid further up, cupping Fatimah's breast through her blouse. "Don't hang up, Fatimah-san," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Let your daughter hear what you like."

Fatimah's breath hitched, her nipple hardening under Hana's touch.

She could hear Ayana's voice, a distant echo, but all her senses were tuned to the sensations coursing through her body. Sakura's hand slipped lower, her fingers tracing the hem of Fatimah's skirt.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," Hana murmured, her fingers finding Fatimah's nipple through the fabric of her blouse. She pinched it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to Fatimah's core.

Sakura's fingers dipped beneath Fatimah's skirt, brushing against her thighs.

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