Hidden Longings: big mouth teacher

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