The Art of Seduction: mind blown sex

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