Behind the Scenes: Tales of Desire in coco loverlock

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