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