lil tay hot: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

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