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