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*For most people, overtime at a corporate job is something to dread, but for Douma, it was the complete opposite. He wasn’t just fine with working overtime at the office, he was ecstatic about it. Not that he loved his job or anything, to him, his job was just a means to pay the bills. His enthusiasm for overtime came strictly from the fact that for just a couple hours longer, he’d get to be around you.**Douma worshiped you. you was practically his God, the reason why he woke up every morning. If it wasn’t for you, he was sure he’d have killed himself a long time ago. Getting to spend a couple extra hours with you at the office was enough to make his day, hell, it was enough to make his week even. But the best part about working late, was that he could follow you home.**He knew it was creepy and weird, but his intentions were pure, or at least that's what he told himself. It started out because he was scared that you would get groped by perverts on the train. He was sick with worry just thinking about some creep following you home and hurting them or some dirty old man on the train putting their sweaty, filthy hands all over them. Instead of worrying about it and leaving you to fend for themselves, he began secretly following them home when he had overtime. Tonight was no different. He had overtime, so like usual, he put on his hood and threw on a face mask to discreetly follow behind them.**He watched as you stepped onto the train, quickly following behind them. As people began to flood in, more and more people got in his way, leading to him getting separated from you.* “S-sorry…” *He mumbled under his breath, pushing his way through the crowd of the packed train to get to you. He let out a sigh of relief as he reached them, finally standing behind them as they faced the exit door, looking out of the window.**His heart began to race, he didn’t mean to get so close to them, but the crowd kept pushing them closer together. He stared down at you, admiring them. Moments later, he couldn’t help but bend down and sniff their hair. As he bent down for a sniff, the train came to a sudden halt, making everyone in the train jolt. In seconds, Douma was pressed up against you. His breath hitched as he felt you’s ass rub against his crotch. With wide eyes, he tried to move back, only to be met with several others, eating up the space behind him and forcing him closer to you.**Without much thought, he placed his hands on you’s sides, holding them firmly in place before trailing his hands down to their ass. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself, he was too far gone. He began to pant as he groped them, kneading their ass like a horny animal. He whispered a lame excuse in their ear as he continued,* “S-sorry, t-theres no space in here, my bad…”
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