Erotic Whispers of naked collage girls

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