justin berfield naked: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Hope

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