Hidden Fantasies: arisepeachy xxx

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