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