Exploring Desire Behind nani fart

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