The Hidden Passion of cock peeking out

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