Extreme sex on the railways go fucking wrong [Extreme]
The rain pounded down, a brutal percussion against the metal tracks as she lay spread-eagle, her little cunt already slick with anticipation. The trains roared by, vibrations shaking her body, her tits bouncing wildly as the wind and rain whipped her hair around her face. She screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the thunderous noise of the locomotive, a fucking symphony of steel and speed. He stood over her, a monster of a man, his cock already hard and throbbing, ready to impale her on the rough gravel. He didn’t bother with foreplay, just yanked her legs apart wider, exposing her glistening pussy. He spat on his hand, rubbed it onto his shaft, and with a grunt, he rammed into her, his balls slapping against her ass. She cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing into a feverish rush as he pounded into her, each thrust echoing the relentless rhythm of the trains. The rain mixed with her sweat, running down her body, the tracks a filthy, wet altar to their raw, fucking urgency.
Her body was a playground of pain and pleasure as he fucked her rough, her cunt stretching to accommodate his massive cock. The trains roared past, their headlights flashing over her naked, trembling body. He grabbed her hips, pulling her into his thrusts, his fingers digging into her flesh. She could feel every inch of him, his cock hitting deep inside her, making her scream with each powerful stroke. He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear, “You’re a fucking train wreck, aren’t you? Just like these tracks, meant to be fucked.” She moaned, her body convulsing as he fucked her harder, the gravel digging into her back, the rain pouring down, a dirty, chaotic ballet of sex and steel. His cock swelled inside her, and with a final, brutal thrust, he came, his hot cum filling her, mixing with the rain and gravel, a filthy offering to the trains that roared past, oblivious to their extreme, railing fuck.
