The Seductive Side: eva xxxx

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