Strangers Stroke in Motion

As the train rumbles on, the anonymous masturbators grow bolder, their breaths syncing with the clacking of the rails. The woman's fingers glide over her slick clit, her moans muffled by the rumble of the engine. The man's grip tightens, his fist flying up and down his veined shaft, pre-cum beading at the tip. Their eyes locked, they teeter on the edge, bodies tensing as the train pulls into their stop, their orgasms exploding simultaneously, leaving them panting and spent, strangers forever bound by their secret, shared ecstasy.

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