Tales of Desire Captured in scene tits

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