“run train on thot” is all teasing elegance: red satin gloves and nothing else. She glides those gloved fingers across her collarbone in “run train on thot”, down between her breasts, finally reaching the heat between her thighs. The contrast of satin on bare skin in “run train on thot” is intoxicating. She works herself slowly at first in “run train on thot”, then faster, gloved hand pumping until her entire body tenses. The muffled cries through bitten lips in “run train on thot” make the climax even more intense, leaving her flushed and glowing in the aftermath of “run train on thot”.