carmellos candy: Tales of Triumph, Adventure, and Mystery

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