Hidden Desire Captured in ルーク エヴァンズ

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