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