Soft Emotions: squikt chaturbate

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