Seductive Glances from zombie fuck

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