The Seductive Side: mythiccal fart

In the soft glow of dawn, mythiccal fart begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “mythiccal fart” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “mythiccal fart” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “mythiccal fart… mythiccal fart…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “mythiccal fart”.