Captivating Allure: seductive face

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and seductive face. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “seductive face” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see seductive face come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “seductive face, seductive face, fuck, seductive face!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “seductive face” release.