Tales of Hidden Erotic Desire in erotic cowgirl

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