Intimate Adventures Revealed in face sitting threesome

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