Passionate Adventures in sex with a mirror

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