Behind the Curtain of face fart smother: Hidden Fantasies

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