Discovering the Fascinating Life and Adventures of ravenlynn

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