mia parks feet: The Epic Journey of Dreams and Courage

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