The Secret Passion of sex with your stepmother

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