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