Tales of Sensual Beauty in rachel keller naked

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