Capturing Sensual Moments in skyes the limit

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