fast and furious sex: A Story Filled With Mysteries and Surprises

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