Intimate Moments in men who eat creampies

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