Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and lola bunny rule34. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “lola bunny rule34” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see lola bunny rule34 come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “lola bunny rule34, lola bunny rule34, fuck, lola bunny rule34!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “lola bunny rule34” release.