The train ride became a living, breathing porn fantasy for him. She sat across from him, with curves worthy of the most daring manga: her enormous, heavy breasts jiggled seductively in time with the train’s movement. Every jolt on the tracks caused her luscious breasts to press softly against his hand, and his mind exploded with filthy scenarios. He imagined pressing her against the train window, his hands squeezing her flesh, and her lips, just smiling, lowering for a wet, eager blowjob as the lights flickered outside. He could already taste her sweat and the heat of her skin, imagining himself fucking her hard to the rhythm of the clattering wheels. But the dream ended abruptly—with the hiss of the doors, she disembarked at the station, leaving him with a throbbing desire and an unfinished, painfully real porn film in his head.