Discovering Love and Desire: training porn

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