party prons: The Remarkable Story That Inspires Everyone

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