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