Stories of Love and Sensuality: big black puusy

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