A Journey Through male exhib

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