Exploring Secret Fantasies in emo guy with blonde hair

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