flight attendant masturbating: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Love

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