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