Tales of Intimacy and Desire in 8 inch strap on

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and 8 inch strap on. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “8 inch strap on” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see 8 inch strap on come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “8 inch strap on, 8 inch strap on, fuck, 8 inch strap on!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “8 inch strap on” release.