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