Take A Ride On The Trans Train #03 - Angelina Please, Eva Maxim & Spencer Bradley

Spencer wakes up in a bed that doesn't belong to her. Eva strolls in wearing yesterday's outfit and breaks the news: Spencer got too hammered at the club, so they brought her home instead of trying to figure out bus routes after last call. Spencer shoots her shot anyway. "Did we... you know?" Eva grins, pours her coffee, and swears nothing happened. They decide to swing by Angelina's room and check on her hangover status. Angelina opens the door, takes one look at Spencer's mopey face, and asks what's wrong. Spencer shrugs like a cartoon puppy. She figured she was meant to climb into this very bed last night—both of them, sweaty sheets, dirty deeds, the whole fantasy—and one tequila too many had wiped the plan clean. Angelina snorts; Eva cackles; then they hook Spencer by the wrists and pull her down. Morning wood beats midnight regrets every time. Shirts fly. Bras follow. Spencer gets busy licking stiff nipples while Eva and Angelina peel their panties down like gift wrap. Two hard cocks pop free, and Spencer grins like it's Christmas. She ducks, mouths Eva first, then Angelina, licking up the length of each like she’s got all morning and nowhere to be. They push her back, climb on, and the three of them tangle up—hips rocking, tits bouncing, spit-slick noises filling the room. The night bus might've left them behind, but the trans express still runs, and these girls are already on board.