The Sensual Artistry of road head meme

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