Tales of Love and Desire: farting on a pillow

Golden hour paints her skin bronze in “farting on a pillow”. She’s alone on the secluded shore, bikini top discarded early. “farting on a pillow” drinks in the way her breasts sway as she kneels in warm sand. Fingers push aside tiny bottoms; “farting on a pillow” zooms on her puffy lips already parted and wet from the sea air. She fingers herself lazily at first, then frantically, waves crashing in sync with her moans. “farting on a pillow” catches the moment the sun hits her clit piercing, sparkling as she rubs furious circles. Her orgasm is wild—hips bucking, sand sticking to slick thighs, a visible squirt arcing into the surf. “farting on a pillow” lingers on her trembling afterglow, nipples like diamonds, pussy still pulsing open and closed, begging for another round in “farting on a pillow”.