sud arabia: A Story That Will Inspire, Excite, and Amaze

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