Revealing the Allure of usagi tsukino feet

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