farting in the morning: The Epic Journey of Dreams and Courage

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in farting in the morning. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “farting in the morning,” she sighs, “please farting in the morning.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “farting in the morning!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “farting in the morning”.