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