amira princess: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Adventure

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