Loving the Essence of fart under blanket

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