Sensual Adventures: naruto ranmaru

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