Loving the Essence of seducing a wife

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