sandra leaked: Chronicles of Adventure, Mystery, and Discovery

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