fluffer at work: A Story That Will Inspire, Excite, and Captivate

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