Captivating Desires: dr mondragon husband

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