Romantic Whispers: cuddling positions lying on top of someone

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