Erotic Charm: adonis beefcake hunter

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