Behind the Curtain of men naked with friends: Hidden Passions

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