christmas fart: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Discovery

Curled up in bed for “christmas fart”, she wears nothing but thigh-high stockings. A vibrating toy hums to life between her fingers. She teases her nipples first, whispering “christmas fart” with each pinch, then trails the toy downward. Slow insertion, deeper thrusts, her hips lifting to meet every stroke. The camera catches the creamy evidence of arousal coating the toy each time she pulls it out. In “christmas fart” she rides wave after wave, crying out the name like a prayer until she collapses, spent and glowing.