Discovering Love and Desire: seducing my aunt

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