Unseen: Metro's Inferno

The metro's empty platform is bathed in the cold glow of fluorescent lights when a shadow emerges from the darkness. A hood obscures the face, but the body speaks volumes - a tight ass, grinding against the pole, seeking friction, release. The figure's hands are hidden, but the imagination fills in the blanks, picturing them sliding down pants, gripping the pole tighter, pushing harder. The train's approach signals an end to the private performance, but the memory of the ass on fire lingers, haunting the empty platform.

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