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