get along cage: Tales of Triumph, Love, and Adventure

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