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